NATASHAAfter Sevastian and Leah left, my attention was directly focused on the woman in front me. She’s happily having a chat with the man beside her. A smirk painted on my lips. The world had a cruel way of playing tricks on us, making the dead walk among the living as if they had never vanished in the first place.She vanished in thin air and afterwards, we didn't hear anything from her. As if she was utterly gone. Celestina...I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.She was standing there, effortlessly gaining everyone’s attention in the room, with her crimson dress that clung to her making her curves more transparent. She looks like a woman who came to dominate this room, no. I would rather say that she came today to devour everyone and to show the power she holds. By watching her from afar, I could tell that she’s untouchable. Huh! So this is what grand entrance she made? What a clever thing. It had been a year since we all thought she was dead, a year since she disappeare
CELESTINAI wasn’t sure how long I had been mingling with guests, exchanging pleasantries that meant nothing, and sipping wine that barely left a burn in my throat. The whole night had been a performance, one I had spent months preparing for. And yet, despite the success of my return, a strange weight pressed against my chest.Maybe it was exhaustion or maybe it was the presence of him, one I had buried but never truly let go of.I turned slightly and whispered to Elias, “Would you mind entertaining them for a bit?”He glanced down at me, his gaze sharp, assessing me. “Are you tired? Would you like me to—”I silenced him by pressing a finger to his lips, a soft chuckle escaping me. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I just need some air. I’ll be in the garden.”His expression didn’t change, but I knew Elias too well. He wasn’t convinced. “Then I’ll come find you later.” He whispered.I nodded, offering him a small smile before slipping away into the dimly lit corridor leading to the garden.T
SEVASTIANI pulled Leah through the dimly lit walkway, my grip firm but not harsh. I just wanted to get the hell out of here, away from the certain person who reminded me of my past. But before we reached the main hall, she suddenly stopped, yanking her hand from mine.I turned, frowning. “What?”Her eyes locked onto mine, “Aren’t you going to save her?”My brows knitted together. “Why the hell would I?”There was no reason, no damn reason for me to interfere. Celestina wasn’t my responsibility anymore. She had made that perfectly clear the day she walked away, and I wasn’t about to chase after a woman who didn’t want to be chased.Leah’s expression darkened. “She’s your wife, Sevastian.”I let out a dry laugh. “Correction, my ex-wife.” I pressed the word like ex-wife, making sure she understood exactly where I stood.Leah crossed her arms. “And you don’t even have a single care for her?” Her voice was laced with disbelief, as if I had done something so unthinkable, and so monstrous
CELESTINAA sharp, pounding ache throbbed in my skull the moment I opened my eyes. I winced, pressing my fingers against my temple as I pushed myself up. My body felt heavy, sluggish like I’d been drugged.The soft sheets pooled around my waist as I shifted, confusion settling in.I was in bed.Not some dingy, blood-stained floor. Not tied to a chair with Hector’s disgusting hands gripping my face.I blinked rapidly, my gaze darting around the dimly lit room.My chest loosened when I spotted Elias sitting on the couch.He was leaned back, legs crossed, casually flipping through a book, as if nothing had happened. As if I hadn’t just been ripped from the jaws of something ugly.“You’re awake.” His voice was flat, devoid of surprise. He didn’t even look up from his damn book.I exhaled slowly, leaning against the headboard.“How the hell did I end up here?” My voice was hoarse, raw from whatever Hector’s men had done to me. “Last thing I remember, that bastard had his hands on me—”“L
VALERIAThe city stretched out before me, glittering like a thousand fallen stars, but my mind was elsewhere. I was still thinking about what happened at that night event. Everything was too chaotic and hard to comprehend. Barbara Rose, a powerful renowned and successful business owner who trampled other businesses and got the number one spot as the richest woman in the world. She’s the woman who is also known as Celestina Valeztina. Everyone was so shocked to see her. She carried two different names, yet she still my twin sister who always radiated with confidence and enigma aura. “What keeps you so busy, hmm?”Donovan’s voice was a husky whisper against my back, his warmth seeping through the thin silk of my dress as he wrapped his arms around my waist.I didn’t turn to face him. My fingers curled tightly around the iron railings of the balcony. “I’m bothered…” I murmured, my words barely carried by the wind.He rested his chin on my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin
PRISCILLAI arched a brow as Natasha finished recounting her story. Just like from what I have been expecting. Celestina was alive, well breathing and kicking. And not just alive but thriving. She becomes the new version of the woman who is no longer shattered and tortured by her past. She built her own empire and even made her name echoed with success. A woman who reminds me of the pa. The one who holds dear to me. If she was only alive, her daughter must both have the same personality as Celestina and Valeria. I took a slow sip of my tea, letting the warmth spread over my tongue as I absorbed the weight of Natasha’s words.“You’re taking this rather well,” she remarked, her sharp gaze assessing me over the rim of her cup.A smirk curled at my lips as I placed my cup down with a soft clink. “Well, while the rest of you were mourning her supposed death, I never quite bought into that narrative.” I tilted my head. “Celestina was never the type to die so easily.”Natasha’s express
CELESTINAThe sun filtered through the sheer curtains of my penthouse, casting golden streaks across the marble floor. Outside, the city thrived by car horns blaring, distant chatter rising from the streets below, life moving on as if nothing was wrong. But inside, within these walls, something unsettles feelings that keeps bothering me. Three days had passed since the event. Three days since Hector Savelli had nearly gotten his hands on me. I had thought distance would be enough, that the space between us would serve as a barrier. I should have known better.He never knew when to stop.I sat on the velvet couch, turning the sleek black envelope between my fingers. The weight of it was heavier than paper should be. Elias stood near the bookshelf, arms crossed, his watchful gaze never leaving me.“Are you going to open it?” he finally asked, his voice clipped, controlled.I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I traced the edge of the envelope, inhaling slowly. I already knew what
NATASHA The office was extravagant for a woman like Celestina. Every inch of the space screamed power, control, and precision. Sleek black furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, and a glass shelf filled with awards and deals closed under Barbara Rose's name.I walked around, trailing my fingers along the edge of her desk, admiring the pure ruthlessness it must have taken her to build this empire.I smirked. So much for power, she really became an epitome of a charismatic yet powerful woman. Before I could pry any further into her world, the door swung open.Celestina stepped inside, carrying herself with the same unshakable poise she always had. An elegant, tailored suit hugged her frame, the pristine white of her blazer a stark contrast against the dark energy she always seemed to radiate.Her heels clicked against the polished floor as she strode in, barely sparing me a glance before making her way to the couch. She sank into the cushions with effortless gr
SEVASTIANI’ve been inside Hector’s penthouse for a couple of hours now, lurking inside of his disgusting small house, and every passing second with him breathing the same air as Celestina makes my blood boil. I was itching to put a bullet between his eyes the moment he stepped in with her like he owned the damn night.They probably didn’t know I was already here watching, waiting. But neither of them said a thing. I kept my eyes fixed on Celestina as she disappeared into one of the rooms, her figure slipping behind the door like a dream I couldn’t reach.Then I turned my attention back to the bastard who thought he could play God.“Celestina, do you want red or white?” he called out, smug and casual like this was some kind of date.“Red. Make it strong,” she replied from behind the door.“Got it!” he said, wearing a smirk that made my fists clench. Then I watched him, that smug little prick, slip something into her drink. A small white capsule, crushed into powder, stirred into th
CELESTINAAfter weeks of finalizing the plan, everything was finally set into motion. I'd started going out with Hector more frequently, attending every event he dragged me to, dressed to the nines and playing the perfect, obedient little lover.There’s a saying: keep your enemies close and strike them without realizing it. Right now, I sat beside Hector at some fancy, overpriced event filled with mafia rats dressed in tailored suits, each one pretending they weren’t covered in blood beneath their silk shirts. My arm curled around his, and I forced my lips to twitch into a coy smile as we made our way through the ballroom.Everyone seemed fooled. Everyone… except the man sitting across the room, lounging like a king in his fortress of shadows, his fingers wrapped lazily around a glass of whiskey, his eyes fixed on me.Jack Kostov.He was watching me — no, studying me. Like I was a riddle he already knew the answer to.I turned my head slightly, pretending to listen to Hector talk a
VALERIAThe air thickened as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. I couldn't stop staring at Victoria.So much of what I thought I knew about her shattered the moment she uttered those words. ‘And now… so are you.’Her voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need that quiet weight she carried sank deep, like stone tossed into still water, rippling all the way through me.I swallowed hard, trying to find something to say. Anything. But my throat felt dry, like ash was lodged in it.“You were… dragged,” I murmured finally, repeating the word like it would somehow make sense of all this. “And you didn’t fight it?”Victoria turned to me, eyes cool but not cold. “I did,” she said. “In every way I could. But when you’re young and someone like Jack sees something in you, it doesn’t matter how hard you kick. He doesn't pull you in. He lures you… until you think you’re stepping into light, only to realize it’s just fire dressed as gold.”Her words settled inside me like smoke.I looked
CELESTINAIt’s been a week since the three of us took shelter in this mansion, our supposed sanctuary, though peace has always felt like a borrowed luxury in this life.Everything felt… normal again, at least on the surface. Victoria had returned to her usual poised, icy self mask on, spine straight, and words that are carefully calculated. Valeria still carried the weight of our shared trauma, but in her own way, she remained the same—sharp-eyed and remained skeptical.I lifted my teacup, sipping the warm liquid before placing it back on the porcelain saucer with a quiet clink. “I plan to return,” I said simply.Victoria didn’t even blink. She calmly placed her own cup down with that same elegance she always carried, as if nothing could ever rattle her. “Are you certain?” she asked, her voice was searching for certainty. “You think you can handle it now?”Her gaze pinned me, unwavering, the kind of stare that could strip you bare if you weren’t ready. But I was. “Yes,” I answere
SEVASTIAN“Sevastian, let him go!” Aunt Priscilla’s sharp voice echoed in the whole room. But I didn’t move nor follow her words. My hand was already fisted in Hector’s collar, dragging him up just enough for his feet to lift slightly off the floor. My jaw clenched so tightly I could feel the tendons stretching down my neck. My blood boiled, and my rage pounding in my ears louder than anyone’s voice.Yet this bastard dared to smirk. That smug fucking smirk like he hadn’t just signed his death certificate.“Didn’t you hear her?” Hector taunted, lips twitching in amusement, his voice thick with mockery.I wanted to crush his windpipe. Right there. Right now.I glared at him, as I tightened my grip. He chuckled like I was a goddamn joke to him. “It seems your godson doesn’t want to collaborate with the Savelli,” he said, glancing over his shoulder.My gaze followed.And there he was.Jack Kostov.Sitting comfortably on the leather couch like he owned the entire fucking city. One han
CELESTINAA gentle touch brushes against my face, it was light and careful.I felt the warmth spread through me, it was so familiar that I felt so hurt. Slowly, I opened my eyes and for a moment, everything was hazy and blurred. But I didn’t need a perfect vision to know who stood in front of me.“Found you,” she said softly, poking my cheek like she used to when I was little.I blinked as I adjusted my vision until the haze cleared. There she was, the same woman I used to see when I was a child. The woman who appeared in my fragments of memory and fading dreams. A phantom I once believed was just a trick my mind played to comfort me when no one else would.I shot upright, my breath catching in my throat, and without even thinking, I threw my arms around her.God… I clung to her like I was drowning and she was the last thing keeping me above water.I don’t understand. I didn’t understand why my eyes were suddenly burning, and why my shoulders trembled, or why I felt like something
VALERIAAfter Celestina found out the truth about our father, and his connection with the Ortega's, something inside her shifted. No, not just shifted. She changed completely.The weight of it was too much. Knowing that Jack Kostov, a notorious Russian mafia figure with his hands in nearly every syndicate imaginable, was not only our father but also tied to the Ortega family. Even I, who heard about it, makes me tremble. Because I also know how powerful that man is. No, he’s no longer human but a devil in disguise. His works, his business are all in-human. It is widely known how that man was haunted by the government yet they couldn’t even put him in prison because Jack was also protected by some governor, mayor, and even some personnel in police. That’s why he was known as the King of Mafia’s. Some of them admired him and other’s hated him, he had so many enemies yet he was still alive for some reason. And I knew, just like how I felt. Celestina also felt the same, we’re twins a
SEVASTIANIt’s been three months since I followed Hector all the way to Celestina’s apartment, and I still remember every second of that night like it’s carved under my skin.There are memories that blur over time, yet it’s still vividly reminding me that Celestina doesn't trust me or see me as her husband. I clench my jaw tight as I recall how her hand gently touches his face. I buried myself in alcohol hoping it could lessen but none of it eases the one I felt. Rather, I felt more resentful and hated everything that came into my mind. That night left a mark, and no amount of distraction or alcohol could scrub it clean.“You seem to be lost in thought,” Aunt Priscilla said, her voice slicing through the fog in my head. She sat beside me on the long velvet couch like we weren’t waiting for a goddamn lunatic to walk through the door.I barely turned my head. “Isn’t that normal these days?”She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.“He’s coming today,” Natasha chimed in from across the
CELESTINAThe silence felt unbearable.Victoria sat motionless, except for her hands gripping the blanket on her lap so tightly I swore the fabric would tear. Her knuckles had gone white, and the quiet weight in the air gnawed at my chest like a slow, twisting knife.Then Valeria broke the silence that consumed the whole room. “There’s one thing I want to know.” Her voice was low but sharp, different from what she usually sounds. That even I, was turned to look at her and startled by her sudden shift demeanor. Victoria lifted her gaze. Her expression didn’t shift, but something in her eyes flickered like she already knew what Valeria might ask. “Who is our father?” Valeria asked.The moment the words left in her mouth, I saw a raw reaction which I hadn’t anticipated. Victoria’s entire body stiffened, her shoulders rising slightly before trembling like a leaf clinging to a dying branch.It is the same reaction of fear and feeling I felt when I was inside of Neo secret room. “Don’