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
CELESTINA The silence between us stretched, when the two of them chose not to say a word. As I sat there, my patience is starting to wearing thin as I waited for Priscilla to answer my damn question. But of course, she didn’t give me a word to satisfy my curiosity. She only smiled, sipping from her tea like she had all the time in the world.Just as I was about to snap, the office door creaked open again. My secretary entered, balancing a tray of snacks and coffee.“Ms. Rose, I brought refreshments for you and your guests,” she said politely, setting everything down on the glass table between us.I clenched my jaw. Guests?Priscilla and Natasha weren’t guests. They were intruders.I waved a dismissive hand, signaling her to leave. She did, bowing slightly before shutting the door behind her.The second we were alone again, my sharp gaze snapped back to the two women across from me.But were they bothered? Of course not.Natasha, ever the carefree devil, reached for a small cake,
PRISCILLAI let out a dramatic sigh, placing my coffee cup down with the grace befitting a woman of my stature. Celestina and Natasha were still giggling like little devils who had just gotten away with murder.Ah, youth. So bold, so reckless, so eager to tease their elders.I crossed my legs and studied Celestina, who was still enjoying the aftermath of my minor choking incident. She thought she was clever, turning the tables on us like that.Cute.But I didn’t come here to trade barbs all day. There was a reason I made the effort to show up at her little empire. And whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not, she was still one of us.“Alright, enough playtime.” My voice cut through the laughteR. Celestina’s smirk didn’t fade, but her posture shifted ever so slightly—straightening, sharpening. She was preparing herself, just as she always did when she knew something serious was coming.Good. At least she still had instincts.Natasha sighed dramatically, as if disappointed that th
NATASHACelestina didn’t answer. Not right away, at least.Instead, she just stared at Aunt Priscilla, her lips pressed into a thin line, her posture was perfectly still. Like she was bracing for impact that she didn’t want to admit that Aunt Priscilla might have just struck a nerve.I smirked, swirling the last bit of my coffee in my cup. Oh, darling, you always did have a weakness for questions you couldn’t answer.Aunt Priscilla, who’s now like a predator, just smiled, waiting for her answer. But Celestina wasn’t an easy woman to shake. A few seconds later, she exhaled, long and slow, and then just like that her mask was back in place.She leaned back against the couch, crossing one long leg over the other, the picture of composed indifference. “What a pointless question.”Priscilla arched her brow, as if to say, is it?Celestina continued before she could respond. “Why would I pity him?” she asked, tilting her head. “He has everything. Power. Wealth. Influence. If anything,
CELESTINAI told them to leave because my patience was growing thin and I might have forgotten who they were. Yet, these two annoying women were tugging at every loose thread.Did they leave?No. Of course not.They were so stubborn to leave. Priscilla had the audacity to chuckle as she leaned back into the couch, crossing her legs like she had all the time in the world to waste."Oh, darling," she drawled, amusement lacing her tone. "You wound me. After we hit the nail, you want us to leave?” Natasha, still smirking, propped her elbow on the armrest, resting her chin in her palm. "Now, now. No need to get so testy, Celestina. We’re just stating the obvious."I narrowed my eyes. "And what exactly is obvious, Natasha?"Priscilla hummed. "That someone is still in denial."My jaws ticked. Again, they have been persistent about the issue between me and Sevastian. Suddenly, Natasha grinned. "Oh, look at her, Aunt. She's seething."I exhaled sharply, gripping my knee to keep myself from
NATASHAThe moment the elevator doors slid shut, sealing us inside the mirrored space, I crossed my arms and turned to Aunt Priscilla.“You’re cruel,” I said, arching a brow. “Why didn’t you just tell her the truth?”Aunt Priscilla merely grinned, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her sharp eyes. She smoothed the sleeve of her expensive coat, exuding that effortless old-money elegance, before tilting her head towards me.“Where’s the fun in that, my dear?” she mused, pressing a delicate finger to her chin as if pondering a trivial matter. “Celestina needs a push not a handout.”I scoffed, shaking my head. “A push? You’re practically shoving her toward an open flame.”Priscilla chuckled. “Darling, have you forgotten who your cousin’s wife is? She’s not some timid girl who’ll cower and walk away.” Her lips curled into something wicked. “She just needs a little… reminder.”I hummed in thought, tapping my nails against my arm. A reminder, huh? Well, Celestina had never been the type to let
SEVASTIANI should have ignored them.I should have let their words slip off me like water against stone, but the moment they walked away, leaving behind echoes of their taunts, I felt it.The slow, suffocating burn crawling beneath my skin.My grip tightened around the whiskey glass, the weight of their accusations lingering like cigarette smoke in the air.Why did you mobilize your men to save her?Priscilla’s voice replayed in my head, smooth and knowing, as if she had peeled back the layers I kept hidden and laid my sins bare.And then Natasha… That smug little smirk. That parting shot."Some ghosts don’t stay buried."I exhaled sharply and downed the rest of my drink, the burn of the alcohol dull compared to the burn in my chest.They thought they had me cornered, thought they had unraveled some truth I refused to face. But they didn’t know a damn thing.Pity? Is that what she thinks?That I saved her out of some misplaced obligation? Out of remnants of a past I had long buried?
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’