All Chapters of Wedded To My Enemy: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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

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

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,

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,

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