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DONOVAN I watched Sevastian leave, his arrogant strides and the mocking edge to his smile still grating against my nerves. "She was a virgin when I took her last night."It shouldn’t have mattered. I shouldn’t have cared. But the sheer confidence in his tone, the way he claimed her like she was some prize… it grated against my every nerve.I let out a sharp breath, running a hand through my hair. Damn it. Why did it bother me so much? Was it jealousy? Rage? Or just the bitter taste of failure knowing I had been close to finding her all these years, only for Sevastian to claim her before I could?My hand moved to my pocket, retrieving my phone. I dialed a familiar number, my thumb pressing hard against the screen as though it could ease my frustration.“Winston,” I barked as soon as he picked up.“Donovan,” he drawled, his tone both amused and cautious. “What’s got your temper flaring this time?”“It’s Celestina Valeztina-Ortega,” I said, cutting straight to the point. “What’s wit
CELESTINAI sat behind my desk, the quiet hum of my office filling the air as Bianca, my loyal personal assistant, walked in. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, each step a reminder of the world I now controlled, and the world I was still escaping from.“Ma’am,” she started, her voice steady but laced with concern, “Your husband, Sevastian Ortega is using every resource to find you.”I barely looked up from my laptop screen, instead bringing my wine glass to my lips, savoring the smooth burn as the red liquid slid down my throat. A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. I’d been expecting this.“I know,” I replied coolly, keeping my eyes on the screen. “But he won’t find me.”Bianca's expression tightened, though she remained silent. She knew I didn’t say things I didn’t mean. But I also knew she must have her doubts, because not everyone understood what I was capable of.Everyone seems to know I was just merely a flower to be displayed but that was a lie. That wa
CELESTINAThe weight of the world seemed to press down on my shoulders, and yet, the calm I carried in my chest was the most dangerous weapon I had. I couldn't afford to lose control, not now that Sevastian is looking for me and Donovan was so eager to dig my secret. He became more of a threat than I had expected, and I needed to handle this with precision. If I couldn’t play the game then I had to break it, to crush it beneath me.I turned my gaze to Bianca, still standing at the edge of my desk, waiting for my next command."Call Bryan Reynolds, Isaac River, and Vittoria Morgan. Have them come here immediately," I ordered, my voice clear and steady, despite the fury that burned within me.Bianca nodded without hesitation, the sense of urgency in her movements telling me she understood the gravity of the situation. Without a word, she turned and exited the office. The moment she left, I leaned back in my chair, allowing myself a single breath to center myself. The weight of Dono
SEVASTIANThe moment the call ended. I tightened my grip on my phone, I grinded my teeth tightly until my jaw ached. Celestina was so good at peaking my anger by toying my emotions. She dared to call me knowing full well the kind of chaos she left in her wake. “Enjoy while you can, my wife. When I catch you, you’ll beg for mercy you won’t get.” I muttered under my breath as my lips curled into a snarl of mockery. I couldn’t shake the frustration that had been eating at me for hours. I’d thrown every resource I had, every connection, every tool in my arsenal to track her down, yet she had slipped through all of it like smoke. How the hell was it possible?My blood boiled as I reached for the intercom on my desk. “Get Travis in here. Now,” I barked, my voice was cold and sharp. Minutes later, the door to my office opened, and Travis stepped inside, his expression calm but wary. Smart. He knew better than to test my temper when it was this volatile.“She called me,” I said flatly,
CELESTINAI couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of me as I leaned back in my chair. My eyes were glued to the live feed on my laptop screen, where Sevastian sat in his office, a storm of rage and frustration swirling around him. Every movement he made, every tight grip on his desk, and the murderous look on his face, it was all deliciously entertaining.I sent him my cropped photo, a body on full display, marked and claimed by him. His reaction didn’t surprise me, but the raw intensity of his anger was almost exhilarating. I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hand as I studied his face. “Oh, my dear husband,” I murmured with a sly grin. “You entertained me today.”I couldn’t imagine what he must be thinking right now. Was he cursing my name? Was he doubting everything about me? Or was he thinking of killing me? I couldn’t help but be thrilled on what consequences I will face to provoke someone like Sevastian Ortega. The idea of him unraveling, piece by piece, mad
SEVASTIAN After Travis informed me that the CCTV in my office had been infiltrated by BlackEagle, a surge of rage coursed through me. My jaw tightened, and I gritted my teeth, barely containing the fury bubbling inside me. Suddenly, Travis' voice echoed in my head. ‘Sir, the CCTV feed in your office was hacked. We’re tracking the breach, but whoever it is, they’re good.’A mocking smirk curled my lips.Good? No, they weren’t good. They were fucking provoking me. My lips twisted into a sinister smirk. I leaned back in my chair, staring directly into the CCTV lens. If they were watching, I wanted them to know that I already knew that they were watching me, and I refused to let them win. Suddenly, a notification popped up on my laptop. Clicking it open, my smirk froze, replaced by a murderous glare. The screen filled with Celestina’s image. She was sitting on a plush couch, ropes binding her wrists and ankles. Her wide, frightened eyes stared straight at the camera, and fuck! She
CELESTINAI watched the screen with an amused smirk as Sevastian’s men scrambled, their faces a mixture of frustration and fleeting hope. They thought they’d found me, that their relentless search had paid off.Fools.The false location I planted was enough to send them into a frenzy, like dogs chasing their tails. Their celebration was pitiful. When I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other, and chuckled to myself. They didn’t know I’d been watching them this whole time. Travis, Sevastian’s underlings, had his monitor wide open, giving me an unfiltered view of their entire operation. Their mistake? They underestimated me. Their arrogance was a delicious weakness, ripe for exploitation.“Bunch of Idiots.” Lilith Brooks’ voice came from behind me, laced with dry humor. She held a cigarette between her fingers, taking a long drag before exhaling a plume of smoke. “They’re trying to hunt down one of the most notorious hackers in the world,” Lilith continued, her
SEVASTIANThe cold wind from the ocean hit my face as I stood at the edge of the El Magnu Port. The night was silent, the kind of silence that could speak danger instead of peace. My men surrounded the warehouse, their movements precise, their weapons ready. This operation today is to capture the BlackEagle emperor and also to save my wife.If Celestina was inside and he dared to touch her, I would burn this place and would send him to hell. Suddenly, Adrian’s voice broke the silence. “Are you sure this is the right location? It feels... off.”Travis shot him a glare. “Of course, it’s right. My team cracked BlackEagle’s firewall. This is where he’s been operating from. I wouldn’t have reported it if I wasn’t sure.”Adrian crossed his arms, unconvinced. “It’s too quiet. Too close to the city. Doesn’t feel right.”I stepped forward, my boots crunching against the gravel. “Enough,” I said, making no room for argument. “The man we’re hunting isn’t just any hacker, remember that he’s
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
CELESTINAA smirk tugged at my lips as I scanned the room, my gaze drifting over familiar faces frozen in shock. It had been a year since I meticulously planned this moment. After a year of suffering, bleeding, and fighting myself to survive from that wrath, I was able to reclaim my freedom. Now, standing in front of them, feeling the weight of all their stunned gazes on me, it was all worth it.I could see the how and why in their faces. In my peripheral vision, I caught sight of Valeria, my twin sister.Her wide eyes, the slight parting of her lips, the way her fingers tightened around the delicate stem of her glass. Shock, disbelief, questions that she dared not voice aloud. She wasn’t the only one. The Ortega’s, too, sat in varying degrees of surprise, their expressions wavering between confusion and wariness.Good. It’s working under my plan. But then, just as I basked in the silent triumph of my return, my gaze shifted and I felt the floor tilt beneath me.Sevastian, my e
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