*Trigger alert attempted kidnapping.His strength was terrifying. No matter how she fought, he overwhelmed her with ease. Not that she had a lot of options. She was pinned with no wiggle room, held in the vice that was his arms and chest. Only her legs were free, but he was dragging her, and the pain in her toes was unbearable. It was all she could do to get her feet underneath her.At one point, she felt someone try and yank her out of his grasp, and a struggle ensued. He held her with one arm and used the other to defend himself. Celine saw her chance and took it. Struggling, she took advantage of every weakness she found while he was distracted. But he managed her easily, even with one arm. The realization was terrifying.Suddenly, she felt his muscles bunch up, and then he struck and grappled with someone. Her toes were crushed in the melee, and then it was over. He wrapped both arms around her and continued. Where was he taking her? Somewhere away from prying eyes? No. Not that.M
Tonight’s event was for a charity called No Child Left Behind (NCLB). Its mission focuses on tweens and teenagers who get lost in the welfare system. Finding homes for teenagers is difficult. They are a forgotten group that has a high likelihood of aging out of the system at eighteen without finding a family. Statistics for adult teenagers left alone to manage adulthood are devastating. No Child Left Behind believes America can do better.NCLB planned an immersive event at Central Park’s ice skating rink. It was a matchmaking and a fundraising event in one. Pre-screened families matched with foster children could come and have a fun evening drinking hot cocoa, ice skating, and getting to know one another. Simultaneously, the foundation held a fundraising event where new and old donors could watch the match-making magic and open their pocketbooks for a good cause.This charity excited Celine, and she was in talks with NCLB and one of her equine foundations to match abused horses with f
It was official. She was an idiot. How many times was she going to fall for his fake sentiment? He really had her believing that he loved her the night he saved her from being abducted. What had he said? “We’re calling this off. It’s not worth it. We’ll run away. I’ll leave it all.” Hadn’t he begged her to believe him when he said that he would never let anyone hurt her again?But what did he do? The first time he had to choose between her or Grace, he chose Grace and left her alone to face the woman who had literally burned her life to the ground.The girl spoke, “Are you okay?” Snapping out of her reverie, Celine noticed the girl had taken her to a quiet window seat. She smiled, grateful to her unexpected savior, who flopped into one of the chairs and sighed noisily.“I’m okay.”, Celine said. She sat in the chair next to her and watched the pretty girl stare at the ice skaters with a mix of malice and envy as if they had stolen her lollipop and then kicked her puppy.Sparing Celine
She only fell twice when she skated the rink's perimeter to the secluded spot where Sebastian sat with Grace. By the time she got there, she was so exhausted that she could hardly summon a spark, much less the fire of indignation and anger that had fueled her impulse to give Sebastian a piece of her mind. If she hadn’t needed to skate back the way she had just come, she would have given up right then and there and gone home to have a nice bubble bath.She was here now. What was she going to do? She couldn’t cling to this wall forever. Why hadn’t she just sent him a text like a normal person? She looked over to where Sebastian and Grace were sitting. Sebastian’s back was to her, but she could see Grace, and her eyes were red and swollen. It looked like she had been crying.Sebastian was a sucker for tears. He had probably held her hand or hugged her. He never could stand to see a woman cry. She wanted to punch him in his stupid nose.Suddenly, she realized she could hear them talking.
With a chair, rolled-up towels, and choreography worthy of a Cirque De Sole act, Celine lowered herself into the bubble bath while keeping one leg dry. The doctor had been adamant that she could not get her stitches wet and had prescribed sponge baths. To hell with that. Nothing was going to stop her from getting a bath. So, what if having one leg out of the tub was awkward and uncomfortable, and she had no idea how she was getting out?She groaned in pleasure. She needed this. She could feel her aches and pains melting away, and the cold that had settled in her bones was gone. All that remained was a luxurious cocoon of heat and well-being.Except there was this niggly wiggly annoying memory of how she had acted like a whiny little jealous bitch, got stabbed in the calf by someone’s ice skate, stormed off bleeding everywhere, and then having to depend on Jameson, of all people, to help her.Shit, Celine, get it together. Where was the phoenix that rose from the ashes? Where was the w
“Excuse me, what?”, Celine asked. Her heart was hammering, actually hammering so hard that she felt a twinge in her calf and then a burst of warmth. Did she tear a stitch? But she couldn’t be bothered to look because she needed to make sure she had heard correctly because surely, she had not.Looking at Sebastian did nothing to help her stay calm. He looked so woeful. She had seen that look before. When she was in the hospital after the fire, he had come to visit her. That was the day she realized that no matter what she said or how she was willing to fight, he was going to marry Grace anyway. The day she asked if he had slept with Grace. He never did answer her, but she guessed from his dark face and how he wouldn’t look at her that he probably had. She didn’t want to relive that horrible day.“She said she was pregnant.”, Sebastian breathed out.The room went still, and she heard a ringing in her ears. The warm spot on her calf grew. She absent-mindedly touched her calf to see if it
It took Celine a great deal of self-control not to pace the length of the hotel lobby. Of all days to be late, she thought as she squirmed in an uncomfortable but aesthetically appealing, overpriced, modern accent chair and reread the same page in her digital book.Today, Sebastian was taking Grace to an OB-GYN of his choosing to get some answers. The first thing he wanted to know was if she was pregnant. If yes, he would ask Grace for the second time to take a Non-Invasive Prenatal Paternity test to prove he wasn’t the father. So far, when he asked her to provide a blood sample for the test, Grace had refused, stating Sebastian’s accusations were baseless and she would not be humiliated.They fully expected Grace to refuse a second time, and if she did, they were prepared.Celine’s phone vibrated.SebastianHereCeline hurried outside, and Sebastian’s driver, Greg, waited to open the car door for her. “Good morning, Greg.” Celine said, trying to smile through her nerves. How is the n
It is not often that family court law protects the rights of a father, or in Sebastian’s case, the alleged father, except when it comes to paternity. No mother has the right to obstruct a paternity test. It becomes fuzzy if the paternity test is requested during pregnancy. Then the mother can say no—her body, her choice. At least, that was what Grace and Sophia believed. It turned out that Sebastian could request a court order to compel Grace to have a Non-Invasive Paternity Test if he was disputing paternity and Grace was publicly claiming he was the father, thus ruining Sebastian’s reputation and pressuring him into fatherhood.Apparently, Grace and Sophia’s ploy was so unoriginal that laws were already in place to prevent them.After Grace dropped her fake pregnancy bomb at the ice skating rink, Sebastian’s lawyers went to Family Court the next day and got a court date to ask a judge for a court order to force Grace to take a paternity test. Grace was notified of the court date i
This time, she was ready when the door opened, and the light streamed in. She had squinted her eyes in preparation to be temporarily blinded, which was why she did not see who opened the door when she pounced.“Oof. What the fuck, Celine.” It was Kim. Shit. Initiate Plan B. “Get off of me, you oaf.”, Kim whispered.Celine did not get off her. This oaf was going to keep this treacherous bitch pinned to the ground and force Kim to help her escape. “Not a chance in hell.”, Celine said, using the same move to pin her that she had in the interrogation room but without the hitting.Looking at Kim’s face, she could see bruises forming, so she ground her thumb into the most painful-looking injury.Kim turned her face back and forth, trying to avoid Celine’s finger. “Fuck.” Kim whisper yelled. “Stop it, I’m here to—.”Celine ground harder and hissed, “You’re going to help me get out of here, or I am going to start breaking fingers.”Celine said and immediately thought, “Really? Is this the bes
Kim let her keep the long jacket, which made Celine feel ridiculously grateful—a sentiment her ex-bestie, now Archnemesis did not deserve. Still, the simple act of kindness made a difference when she was forced back into the darkness, which swallowed her up in a terrifying, inky void as soon as they closed the door. She took her place, curled up in the corner, feeling the press of the walls, and felt a modicum of relief to have something to cover her nudity.It was a helpless feeling to wait for an outcome, especially one she could not control, that was a race against time. Who would get to her first, Sophia or Sebastian? And had Sebastian even received her message? Had Kim realized her phone had been hacked, or had she assumed the phone had been lost in the scuffle? Would her ploy be discovered? There was nothing she could do about it if it had, as she had already done all she could to influence the outcome, and now she had to wait in the dark to live or to die.In some ways, her ter
When Celine and Kim were in high school, they had perfected the art of sending text messages under the table without looking at their hands. Above the table, they acted like nothing was happening. Below the table, there was a flurry of thumbs. Like a swan’s calm and graceful glide above water whilst below the waterline, there was frantic paddling. That was her plan, but first, she had to get that phone, and it was all she could think about as Kim continued Celine’s origin story.“It took me years to put all the pieces together, and by the time I found proof of who you were, you had married Phillip. Phillip was a problem. He was a paranoid, controlling bastard who believed in having the best security and always had you under lock and key. Sophia was furious when she realized who you were and told me to do anything I could to destroy your marriage. She wanted you to suffer. She wanted to kill you. So, I started fucking Phillip and leaving evidence for you to find, but the bastard was me
“My father killed Sophia’s mother and her brothers?”, Celine asked.“Yup.”, Kim said.She mumbled to herself. “My father killed Sebastian’s grandfather and uncles.”It all made sense now why Sophia hated her so much, why she was against the marriage. Oh god. This was so horrible. If Sebastian knew—how could he ever be with her? That is if she ever got out of this alive.“Does Sebastian know?”, Celine asked.“No. He doesn’t know any of this.”, Kim said and seemed certain.Celine’s heart sank into a painful abyss of doubt and uncertainty. If she lived, her future with Sebastian was over. He would never marry her if he knew the truth, and she knew she could never keep the truth from him. On so many levels, her life would never be the same. Funny, how the fear of dying did not seem as frightening with the knowledge that if she did live, she would be doomed to a life without Sebastian in it. She scoffed at the irony of her situation.But could she believe what Kim was saying? She searched
When she heard her voice, Celine burst into tears. She had been rescued. Somehow, against all odds, she had been found. Like a newly born fawn, she stood on wobbly legs and burst into tears. “Kim,” she said, barely able to get her best friend’s name out.When Kim did not open her arms and come to her, she tried to run into her arms, but Kim put her hand out, “Stop.”Confused, she obeyed and did not stop to think much about it. She was filthy, so… She was just so thankful. Waves of emotions overwhelmed her exhausted body, too many for her to contain. So, she stood in place, shaking violently in relief, ready to do whatever Kim told her to.But Kim did nothing to rescue her. She did not smile, offer her the long coat she was wearing to cover her nudity, or even offer her comforting words. Kim’s eyes were hard, her arms were crossed, and she looked at Celine like a cockroach she discovered in her silverware drawer.Dread silenced her tears. Had they captured Kim too? “Kim, are you okay?
It’s strange to have a traumatic event she couldn’t recall. It’s even stranger to have a crippling phobia and not know why. For as long as she could remember, she has been terrified of the dark. It was so bad that her parents took her to a psychologist, where she was diagnosed with PTSD and trauma-related Nyctophobia with panic-induced cognitive impairment. AKA She freaked the fuck out like a cat who got their tail caught in a mouse trap when she was in the dark.According to her parents, this was why. When she was four, they visited a friend’s farm, and she was sent to play outside with Collette. After a while, Collette returned alone, crying hysterically. Alarmed, her parents went looking for her, and when they couldn’t find her, they called the sheriff, and people came from all over to help find her. They searched night and day until a search and rescue dog found her trapped in a crawl space under an old, abandoned shed.When Celine had what her parents called “a fit,” she sometime
When she opened the door to her truck, the interior was covered in a thin layer of dust. The culprit was the passenger window. It was left open a crack over the last year, and while the truck was in storage, it slowly allowed fine dirt to accumulate. She grabbed an old rag and began wiping down the driver’s seat, but the only thing she accomplished was creating a dust storm that erupted in the truck cab, causing a coughing fit. Frustrated with the delay, Celine opened both doors, did a quick clean, and then drove with the windows open until the dust stopped swirling around the cab.After Sebastian fought with his mother, Celine called her dad. He was at the house in the Hamptons with Collette and had taken over supervision of the equestrian center rebuild. Her dad had poopooed her worries about Sophia but allowed John and Jacob to stay in the house with them to placate Celine. Every day, she called and checked in with him, and after a week and a half of hearing that everything was fin
Celine burst into Sebastian’s home office, frustrated and seething. Spinning to face her in his office chair, Sebastian seemed startled by her abrupt entrance and raised an eyebrow.She flung herself dramatically onto his lap, nuzzled into his chest, and said, “I want to elope.”He put his arms around her, and she felt herself calm. She nuzzled, greedily inhaling his scent.“What happened?” he asked.It was his mom. She kept adding people to the guest list, telling Kevin they were essential additions. Every time she did, they had to redo seating arrangements, and now Sophia’s additions were so numerous that they would need to change the venue to accommodate her.When Sophia first expressed an interest in being involved with the planning, Celine decided, against her better judgement, to allow it. To keep the collaboration less hostile, they had Kevin act as a go-between. And at first, that had worked. Kevin had years of experience dealing with the atrocious woman, and she did not bothe
Her mother once told her, “All living things reproduce. What we do afterward separates us. Children do not owe us filial love and fidelity for the gift of life. It is something we earn every day.” But she knew that Sebastian’s parents did not prescribe to that gentle philosophy. They believed the stark opposite because not even love was afforded to Sebastian; still, they demanded his obedience in all things.Celine had never met Sebastian’s father. Not even when they were children; it was as if Brandon Gale was more of a legend or a concept than a man. So, she was surprised to see him at their engagement party. According to Sebastian, “He never attended any of my birthdays or milestones. He didn’t even show up for my college graduation. Brandon only had me to procreate his genetic material.”Until meeting Sebastian’s father, Celine would have said Sebastian was a male version of his mother. Now that she met Brandon, she saw some of his features subtly represented in Sebastian, like hi