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 sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel, my pulse steady yet tight coiled like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. The parking lot had emptied out, save for a few stragglers stumbling out of Triton’s Club, but my eyes were locked on one man.Hector.The bastard stopped on the other side of his car, his movements sharp yet calculated. He pulled out his phone, pressed it to his ear, and started speaking. I couldn't hear him, but I didn’t need to. I could read lips.And what I saw made my entire body tense.Celestina.The way he said her name like a goddamn whisper of possession had my blood running hot.I leaned forward slightly, narrowing my eyes, trying to make out the next words, but Hector turned around too quickly. A minute later, he ended the call, his expression unreadable, then rushed into his car and peeled out of the lot.Something was off.A gut instinct—no, an undeniable pull—made me follow him.I kept my distance, staying just far enough behin
CELESTINAI leaned against the table, arms crossed, my gaze sharp as I regarded the man standing in my living room. His usual smug grin stretched across his bruised face, a grotesque contrast to the swelling along his jaw and the purpling around his cheekbone.I sighed. “Now what?” My tone was flat, but irritation simmered beneath it.Hector tilted his head, the motion slow, deliberate. “What a cold welcome for your ex-husband, Celestina.” His voice dripped with mock hurt, but his eyes gleamed with desire. My stomach curled in distaste. “Delusional as always, I see.”I had only let him in because of one thing, because Sevastian had a fight with him. The moment Hector mentioned that he was the one who left his face in ruins, I knew I needed answers. And now, standing before me, he looked every bit the beaten man, but the arrogance in his stance suggested he thought he had the upper hand.I pushed off myself from the table and stalked toward him, my eyes locked onto his battered fa
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’
VICTORIA“Do you think this woman could make it out alive?” Celestina’s voice cut through the fog of my unconsciousness like a jagged blade. It was sharp, blunt, and cold.“She’s breathing,” Valeria murmured beside me, her voice softer, tinged with restrained concern. I felt her touch against my arm. It was light and careful as if she didn't want me to wake up. My brows furrowed as a faint sting throbbed behind my eyes. My lids felt heavy to open, but I still forced them open to see the faces I thought I would never see again. The moment I opened my eyes, the world around me came into slow. There they are, my daughters, my own flesh and blood staring at me like I am some kind of dead person who came back alive. Valeria sat close beside me, she was calm but watchful, her gaze scanning my face like she was looking for signs I’d disappear again.And Celestina stood just behind her, her arms crossed, and her jaw set with that same fire I used to carry in the field.“You sure are we
JACK I sat in the backseat of my car, fingers tapping against the armrest, my patience thinning with every second that passed. The air inside was thick with the scent of tobacco and leather, the slow-burning cigarette in my hand smoldering between my fingers.The night was calm, deceptively so, but my instincts had been sharpened by years of this game. I knew better than to trust stillness.Then the call came.I answered without a word."Boss! Two women came and rescued Victoria! They're heading toward the shore!"I inhaled deeply, the cherry of my cigarette glowing red-hot in the dim light.Two women.I already knew who they were.A slow smirk curled on my lips."Then let them run," I said smoothly, flicking the ash off my cigarette out the window. "There are plenty of ways to get my muse."Victoria…My muse.My obsession.My fucking addiction.I could still hear her moans, the way they used to tremble between gasps, half pleasure, half defiance. She was the only woman who had ever
CELESTINAThe wheel twisted beneath my grip as I swerved the boat around, the engine roaring in protest. The waves crashed against the hull, spraying saltwater across my face, but I barely registered it.We were going back.We were going to save her.But before I could focus on the plan forming in my mind, Valeria’s voice cut through the wind.“Before I leave to save Victoria, there’s something you need to know.”Something in her tone made my stomach drop.I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. “What?”She exhaled sharply, as if bracing herself. “Victoria… she’s our biological mother.”My hands tightened around the wheel so suddenly that my knuckles ached.No.That wasn’t possible.It couldn’t be possible.The coldness spread through me, seeping into my bones. I thought—no, I assumed—that when Valeria called her “Mom,” it was just desperation, a slip of the tongue in the heat of the moment. But now…I felt my chest constrict.“Liar,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the
VALERIA‘I already knew that you already know that I was your biological mother. Please don’t tell Celestina about it—not until I finally leave.’Her words kept replaying in my mind, digging into my skull like an old, rusted knife. So she knew. She knew I had figured it out long ago, yet she still played along with her lies, pretending as if she was nothing more than our ruthless mentor, our manipulative leader.And now, she was leaving us?“Valeria! Don’t space out—keep moving! We have no time!” Victoria’s sharp voice cut through my haze as she yanked me forward, dragging me out of the house and into the night.Gunfire erupted behind us, bullets ripping through the air like vengeful spirits. The enemy was closing in, their relentless footsteps echoing against the rocky terrain.We ran.Through the dense trees, down the slope, and into the hidden cave.Inside, a speedboat sat waiting at the water’s edge, its sleek frame rocking gently against the tide. Celestina jumped in first, immed
CELESTINAA heavy silence filled the room as I stared at Victoria.I had made a promise—one that I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep. But there was something clawing at my mind, something I needed to confirm.Victoria had always been a mystery, a woman wrapped in shadows and deception. But the way she hesitated, the way her body tensed at my question—there was something more she was hiding.And I intended to find out.I took a deep breath, locking my gaze onto hers."But on one condition," I said firmly. "I will promise to take care of Valeztina if you take off your mask right now."A sharp intake of breath came from beside me."No!" Valeria’s voice cracked with something close to panic. She took a step forward, her grip tightening on her gun. "She shouldn't there must be a reason why she""Aren’t you curious what she looks like?" I interrupted, cutting her off with a quiet, piercing question.She froze.I knew Valeria. Knew how her mind worked. Knew that despite everything, she was curiou
VALERIAI kept my fist clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palm. The sting was nothing compared to the weight pressing against my chest.I hadn’t lied.But I hadn’t told the whole truth, either.I had known for a long time why the elders sold our information. I had overheard it in whispers behind closed doors, in meetings I was never meant to witness. It wasn’t just because we were dangerous, not just because Celestina could break into any system and I could take out a target without leaving a trace.No, it was because one of them—one of those power-hungry bastards—wanted control of Valeztina. And to do that, they had to remove us first.So they sold us.To him.To the man Victoria despised more than anyone.I knew who it was, knew the name that would send a chill down Celestina’s spine if I ever uttered it. But I didn’t. Because if I did, everything would change.And right now, my biggest concern wasn’t Victoria’s past.It was Celestina.She didn’t know the full extent of what w
CELESTINA Everything was too much to take in.Victoria’s sudden shift, the way she acted, the fragments of her past she was revealing, the way she seemed to know the exact taste of the lasagna I used to love none of it made sense.Lasagna had been my comfort, a reminder of warmth and safety. But when our mother, Clara, died, I stopped eating it. The mere thought of it left an ache in my chest. Yet, here it was again, tasting just the way I remembered.How?How did Victoria know?The familiarity in her touch unsettled me even more. The way her fingers combed gently through my hair, it felt like a distant memory I couldn’t place, a ghost of something I had lost long ago.And now, she was talking about leaving?It was absurd.“That…” Valeria’s voice broke through the thick silence, raw with emotion. “The one you’re protecting… is your child?”Victoria turned away from us, her arms crossing over her chest as she stared out at the endless waves of the ocean. “Yes,” she said at last, her