CELESTINAMy chest heaved The moment Sevastian left the room, I released the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. slightly as the tension began to dissipate, but my thoughts remained clouded with unease. Sevastian wasn’t the type to forgive and forget not after what I’d done. He was a man who always got what he wanted, one way or another. The glint in his eyes earlier wasn’t just anger, it was full of calculation and hiding some scheme. I sat on the edge of the bed, letting my mind race with the possibilities.Was he plotting revenge? Perhaps something subtler but just as devastating? Knowing him, he wouldn’t simply let this slide. I hated how unpredictable he could be. It kept me on edge, constantly wondering what his next move might be.Deciding I needed a moment to clear my head, I made my way to the adjoining bathroom. The warm light inside provided a strange comfort. I turned on the faucet, letting the water run until it steamed. Stripping out of my clothes, I stepped in
SEVASTIANAfter leaving the room, I headed straight to the kitchen. I need to refresh my mind and body. Damn it. The heat of her body still burns on my chest, a fucking reminder I can’t shake. But I shove it aside, burying the fire she lights in me, no matter how much it scorches I must control my libido. Opening the refrigerator, I grabbed a bottle of cold water, unscrewed the cap, and took a long, refreshing drink. The chill didn’t do much to cool the heat still simmering in my chest.While savoring the coolness of the water. I sensed Celestina’s presence like an electric charge in the air that makes my body go wild. Especially down my waist. She had no idea how many times I fuck her in my mind. How I patiently waited for her to wake up, so that I could see her beautiful eyes full of contempt whenever she looked at me. I felt every move she made but she didn’t say a word. But I knew she was there, watching me.Without turning around, I broke the silence. "Hungry?" I asked, re
SEVASTIANAs Celestina walked away, her scent lingered, stirring something primal inside me. Even as I finished my sandwich, her image refused to leave my thoughts. She had a way of haunting every corner of my mind. Her alluring body, her sharp tongue, and the fire in her eyes that tells me that she would kill me makes my heart race with excitement. Celestina was a gorgeous woman that every demon like me wants to worship her, she’s like a Goddess with a perfect sculpture body. Her bust was enormous, her waist was thin and perfect on my big hands, and that cheeky butt of hers that I wanted to slap to hear her cry made my blood boil. In our dark merciless world, she stood out like a forbidden bloom among thorns. Every man wanted her, craved to own her, including me, desired to possess her.But now she was mine.Her beauty wasn’t just physical, it radiated in her whole system that made every man obsessed to have her. Every time I remember her striking amber eyes, delicate yet strong
CELESTINAThe moment I caught the smirk on Sevastian’s face, my irritation surged. His flirtatious remarks and the way his gaze lingered on me it was suffocating. I wasn’t naive. I’d seen that look in countless men before him. Lust, greed, desire. He was no different, no matter how much he masked it with his suave charm and devilish grin.What frustrated me most was his restraint facade. He hadn’t pushed the boundaries, not entirely, and that made me uneasy.Men like Sevastian didn’t hesitate to take what they wanted, so why was he holding back? It’s impossible out of kindness, that wasn’t in his nature. No, he may be plotting for something, and I needed to figure out what before it was too late.For now, my focus had to remain on Leo. Until I knew that child was safe, I wouldn’t let Sevastian break me. He could leer, smirk, and toy with me all he wanted but wouldn’t falter.I turned sharply on my heel, ready to leave the room and his maddening presence behind, but before I could t
CELESTINA I woke up, groggy and confused, to find the space beside me cold and empty. The bed’s comforter was slightly crumpled where Sevastian had been, and my mind scrambled to piece together the events of last night. How did I manage to fall asleep in his arms? A shiver of irritation pricked my skin as I pushed the memory aside and sat up.The first thing that caught my eye was the black silk dress hanging on the armchair across the room. My brows knitted together. He had prepared clothes for me? Typical Sevastian, always trying to exert control over even the smallest details. I glanced around, but he was nowhere to be seen. Without dwelling on it further, I slipped out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom.The warm water cascading over my skin was a relief, washing away the remnants of last night’s turmoil. After drying off, I reached for the dress. The fabric was luxurious, hugging my curves snugly as I slipped it on. However, when I tried to fasten the tie at the back
SEVASTIAN As soon as Celestina stormed out of the room, I couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped me. She was both like a fire who can burn me to death at the same time an ice Queen for treating me cold. However, her reactions were endlessly entertaining. “Afraid of getting penetrated, mia cara?” I muttered under my breath, the smirk on my lips refusing to fade.I was about to follow her when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Glancing at the screen, I saw Hector’s name flashing. “What is it?” I asked as I answered.“Boss,” Hector began, his tone sharp and efficient. “After the announcement about your wife, it’s not just our men who’ve shown interest. Every organization under Ortega’s influence is making moves to attend the meeting.”That wasn’t unexpected. Power plays like this stirred up attention. “Good,” I replied. “We’ll be there in a few minutes. Make sure everything is in place.” I ended the call without waiting for his response, already moving to track down Celestina.When I s
CELESTINAThe silence in the car was thick, almost suffocating, but I refused to break it first. My chest rose and fell with a quiet intensity as I kept the gun steady, the barrel still pointed at Sevastian’s most vulnerable spot. His bloodied thigh was a reminder of my resolve. He underestimated me, and that was his first mistake.The hint of a strained chuckle came from him, and I flicked my eyes to his face. That damn grin of his was still plastered there, as though he found the situation entertaining. “What a remarkable shot, mia cara,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly, tinged with the pain I’d caused. “I know you might enjoy this, but advise you not to damage the part that could bring you happiness.” He added, while emphasizing his “part.”My jaw clenched, and I couldn’t stop the scoff that escaped my lips. He had the audacity to flirt with me when he was bleeding and staring down the barrel of my gun. A very typical Sevastian, always confident, infuriating and pretty
SEVASTIAN As Celestina stepped out of the car, every movement was full of elegance and confidence, which I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The imprint of her red lipstick still burned on my cheek, a mocking reminder of her audacity. My hand brushed against the spot, and a smirk tugged at my lips. How amusing, she thought she could win this game. I adjusted my tie, still slightly disheveled from what she had done a while ago. It seems my wife has a bad habit of pulling my necktie. I wonder what she will look like if I use this to tie that slender wrist of her. My gaze suddenly shifted when I saw my men stationed around the entrance of Triton Club, turning their attention toward us. Their sharp eyes flickered to Celestina first, assessing her, then to me, scanning for any sign of problems.Their gaze lowered on my thighs, I could even see their thoughts as if I became weak after marrying Valeztina daughter. Weakness…That word was a curse in our world, and for a brief moment, I
VALERIAOne year and twelve months of silence. Three hundred and sixty-five days of not knowing whether my twin sister was alive or buried in some unmarked grave.A full year since Celestina disappeared.The last memory I had of her was burned into my mind like a scar that refused to fade — her voice, calm, and firm as she proved that Valeztina wasn’t responsible for Amara’s murder. It should have been a moment of clarity, a revelation that set everything right.Instead, it was the spark that ignited chaos.Priscilla Ortega had spiraled into madness, dragging the rest of the Ortega’s into her personal warpath. Alliances shifted. Blood was spilled. Loyalties fractured. And through it all, we searched, we waited and we hope that one day she would return. But Celestina never came back.And now, a year later, I stood at an event that felt meaningless, my fingers wrapped around the stem of a champagne flute I had no intention of drinking. The air buzzed with the low hum of conversa
PRISCILLAThe moment Mateo and Kai escorted Valeria to the guest room, I turned to Natasha, my expression unreadable."It seems those three know more than they’re letting on." My voice was low, but there was no mistaking the edge in my tone.Natasha exhaled sharply, crossing her arms. "They’ve seen what’s happening inside Valeztina. That much is clear."I narrowed my eyes. Valeria’s reaction earlier—it wasn’t just grief. It was knowledge. She had felt something, and now I was sure. The BlackEagle protégé—Celestina’s own people—were hiding something."Let’s start with that woman. Lilia." I made my decision quickly. If there was anyone who would crack first, it would be her.Natasha gave me a curt nod before we both turned and left the drawing room, our steps swift and deliberate as we headed toward the secluded chamber where I had given them sanctuary.The door creaked slightly as Natasha pushed it open with more force than necessary.Lilia jumped.The second she saw us, she panicked,
VALERIAThe moment I saw her, my heart nearly stopped.Celestina.She wasn’t supposed to be here.Panic clawed up my throat as I stormed down the stairs, my pulse a relentless drum against my ribs. I barely registered the sharp sting of cold air when I shoved open the heavy doors and grabbed her arm, yanking her away from the mansion.“What the hell are you doing here?” My voice was a low, harsh whisper, but the fear bleeding into my words made it shake.She didn’t flinch. Didn’t hesitate. Her gaze met mine—empty, detached. A stark contrast to the sister I used to know.“Why?” she asked flatly, her tone devoid of warmth. “Am I not welcome in my own home?”Home.That word felt wrong. Home hadn’t existed for a long time, not for either of us.I tightened my grip on her biceps, fingers digging in. “You—you didn’t see my email?” My voice rose, but I forced it back down, wary of prying ears. “I told you, Celestina. I fucking warned you. No matter what happens, you cannot come back here!”S
SEVASTIANIt was 5:30 in the evening when I returned to Natasha’s mansion, my pulse a steady roar in my ears. The moment I received the call from Aunt Priscilla—that Celestina had left, leaving Leo and her friends under Ortega’s care—I felt something inside me snap.I barely remembered the drive. I only remembered pressing my foot down on the gas, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles turned white, and replaying every single thing she had said, every moment leading up to this.But none of it prepared me for the sight of her empty room.I stood there, breathing heavily, my eyes sweeping over the vacant space that once carried her presence. The scent of her perfume still lingered in the air—a soft, delicate trace of jasmine and something uniquely hers. The bed was made, the closet doors slightly ajar, but stripped bare of her clothes.Gone.The realization settled like a blade to my gut, twisting cruelly.I stormed out, my strides heavy with barely restrained fury as I made my way to N
CELESTINAThree days.It’s been three days since Sevastian left without looking back.Three days since I stood in that room, contemplating my choice with regret. I’d spent my entire hours crying and blaming myself for my reckless decision. Now, as I sat here inside of the drawing room, staring at the documents spread before me, I could feel the weight of my decision pressing against my chest like a slowly tightening noose.“Sis, are you okay?”Lilia’s voice snapped me from my daze, her soft eyes searching mine with concern.I forced a small, reassuring smile. “Yes.” My voice was steady, even if my heart wasn’t. “Have you prepared everything?”“Yes. All that’s left is your signature,” she confirmed, neatly stacking the papers in front of me.The pen felt heavy in my grip.I started signing our divorce paper, it was my last chance to hold the Ortega name. His name, the only way to confirm that I was his. Mateo, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly broke the silence. “Do you reall
CELESTINAClick!The sharp snap of the lock sent a thrill down my spine.Sevastian’s arms were still around me, his presence firm and tough, instead of pulling away, I held him tighter.Maybe it was because of the alcohol clouding my thoughts. The heat is still lingering in my veins from my recent conversation with Natasha. Or maybe it was simply because it was him.The moment my body touched his, heat coiled inside me, it was thick and unquenchable. The sensation grew worse, it became stronger when my fingers brushed over the coolness of his skin in his neck. A dangerous contrast between fire and ice. Or maybe, Natasha was right. I was a bitch in heat, that once I felt his touch I couldn’t help but to feel a tingle sensation between my thighs. And I was starting to lose my head, his strong perfume is like a temptress to my lustful desire towards him. Before I could even process what was happening, Sevastian moved.In one swift motion, he threw us onto the bed. His body above mi
SEVASTIANThe whole room was dimly lit, with the only glow coming from the path lights outside the window.Smoke curled from my cigarette, twisting in the air like a small cloud before dissolving into nothing. The night was too damn quiet. The kind of silence that didn’t soothe me but rather, it was suffocating. Every breath I took felt heavier, pressing against my ribs like a fucking weight I couldn’t shake off. I tilted my head and saw my own face reflected in the glass window.Tired eyes, clenched jaw, muscles too stiff from holding in everything I can’t let go of.‘Let’s get divorce,’ her words etched inside my head and made my blood boil. I grind my teeth, feeling the anger crawl up my throat. Every time she said those words, it felt like she was digging a hole inside me. I can't stop thinking about it and I can’t stop feeling that pit in my stomach.Why the hell does she have to do this to me? After everything I’ve done? I’ve sacrificed myself to keep her fucking safe, an
CELESTINAAlcohol buzzed through my veins, warm and heady, dulling the sharp edges of my mind. I wasn’t sure how many drinks we had gone through, but it was enough to make the walls sway slightly as I stumbled my way back to my room.I pressed a hand against the cold surface of the wall for balance, my other hand reaching blindly in front of me. Just a little more. My thoughts slurred together, but I forced myself forward.One step. Then another."You can do this," I mumbled under my breath, as if sheer determination alone would keep me upright.I had barely lifted my foot when an arm slung itself around my shoulders, almost knocking me off balance."You sneaky little bitch," Natasha’s voice whispered in my ear, her weight pressing against me. "How dare you leave me there?"I turned my head slightly, blinking through the haze to look at her. Her usually sharp eyes were droopy, her expression loose with intoxication. It was rare, almost unbelievable to see Natasha like this, strip
NATASHAI couldn’t tear my eyes away from Celestina.The way she stood there calm, composed, almost amused made my stomach twist. It was unsettling how sure she sounded, as if she had already foreseen every possible outcome, as if this was nothing more than a well-played chess game to her.But who really she is? I thought she was just a mere pawn used by the Valeztina yet she seems to be hiding something. And those three people she just mentioned were the ones we dragged out of Valeztina, barely breathing, and in an almost vegetative state. I had thought of them as liabilities, weak and disposable. Yet here Celestina smirking in front of us, as if they were the missing pieces we never knew we needed.I clenched my jaw, my thoughts tangling in frustration and disbelief.She’s good with tactics and even manages to get the BlackEagle’s underlings. Had I misjudged them?Had I, we, overlooked something so crucial that it could tip the scales of this war?I shifted my gaze toward my aun