The Disdained Luna Who Rose Alone-Chapter 159 Roadkill

Evelyn’s POV

Diana marched straight toward my car, her face twisted with rage. My security team tried to hold her back, but she was out for blood.

The cause of this visit wasn’t hard to guess. I heard Randy tried to drug my drink at the party. Leon kicked his balls, and then Calvin’s men finished the job. He lost his dick.

At least he won’t be harming women anymore.

Diana stopped a few feet from my hood. Smart. She had no idea what I was capable of.

"Mom, let’s go," Lydia pleaded, grabbing Diana’s arm. "If Calvin finds out we’re here, he’ll lose it."

"I’m not leaving until this bitch explains herself!" Diana shoved her daughter away.

Lydia looked between us, terrified. She rushed to my window and tapped on the glass. "Evelyn, I need to talk to you."

I almost ignored her. Lydia was a coward, swinging between Calvin and Diana depending on the wind. Still, I was curious.

I rolled the window down an inch. "Yes?"

Lydia stared at me. I knew what she saw—my calm, indifferent eyes. The face she used to be jealous of.

"Evelyn," she began nervously, "couldn’t you just apologize to Mom? My uncle really suffered."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"You don’t understand," she continued. "My uncle is permanently disabled now. Mom is just grieving."

"Just apologize. It would calm her down. Then I could—"

I cut her off. "Let’s be real. If your uncle has slept with half the city without producing a kid? He was shooting blanks anyway."

I glanced at Diana. "Now he just doesn’t have the equipment to try. It makes no difference."

"Bullshit!" Diana screamed.

I ignored her and looked at Lydia. "And I’m not family. So stop pretending."

"I don’t care if your mother drops dead right now. If she did, I wouldn’t mourn. I’d pop a bottle of champagne on her grave."

Lydia looked stunned. The old, silent Evelyn was gone.

Diana rushed the car but stayed near the hood. She leaned in, her eyes locking with mine.

"I used to think you were decent," she spat. "But you’re heartless. No wonder Calvin slept with you for five years and never loved you!"

She laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "You didn’t divorce him. You ran away because of Clara! You’re pathetic!"

Lydia turned around. "Mom, stop!"

Diana opened her mouth to say more.

I slammed the car into reverse and stomped on the gas.

Diana lost her balance and hit the pavement. Her face went white.

Lydia rushed to help, but before she could, I gunned the engine.

I stared at Diana. I looked at her like she was roadkill.

"Mom, move!" Lydia screamed.

"What are you afraid of? She wouldn’t dare run us over," Diana sneered, standing up slowly. She was challenging me.

She was convinced I was bluffing.

I floored it.

Lydia saw my smile. It wasn’t a nice smile. It was pure, unhinged rage.

I wasn’t slowing down.

At the last second, Lydia dove, yanking her mother with her.

My car flew past them, wind whipping their hair. I didn’t touch the brakes. I really didn’t care if they died.

"Mom!" Lydia cried.

Diana’s knees were bloody. Her ankle was twisted.

"Ah! It hurts!" she screamed, shoving Lydia away.

Lydia had used her own body to protect her mother. Her palms were torn open by the rough concrete. When Diana pushed her, she fell again.

"Ah!" Lydia cried.

"Shut up," Diana snapped. "Help me up. We need a hospital. That bitch Evelyn, I’ll kill her—"

She stopped.

I had turned the car around.

I was coming back.

This time, the color drained from their faces. They finally got it. Their lives meant nothing to me.

I stopped inches from their legs. Lydia was shaking. Diana collapsed on her ass, paralyzed by fear.

I got out and walked toward them. I smiled.

"You had so much to say earlier. Keep going."

Diana opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

I looked at her hand on the ground. I stomped on it.

Diana screamed. She tried to push me, but I kicked her hand away. She fell backward, her expensive dress tearing on the asphalt.

Hand. Tailbone. Knees. Ankle. Every part of her body was throbbing with agony.

Diana’s "aristocratic dignity" was gone. She looked like trash.

"I’m right here. No need to shout," I said coldly.

Lydia shrank back. She was remembering the Isolation Room at the Bloodbane Pack. The nightmares.

Suddenly, I wrinkled my nose. "What is that smell?"

Lydia smelled it too. Ammonia. She felt something wet on her hand. She looked at her mother.

"Mom!"

Diana looked down.

A scream tore from her throat.

She had pissed herself.

The security guards turned to look. Diana covered her face with her piss-stained hands. The smell was everywhere.

I looked at her breakdown.

"Look at you," I said. "You’re the disgrace."

Diana froze.

I got back in my car and revved the engine one last time. They flinched. One shaking with fear, the other sitting in a puddle of her own urine.

I drove away. Victory tasted sweet.