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Celeste’s POVI sat alone near the edge of the hall, settling onto an upholstered chair that had been left from a previous private viewing. My hands rested loosely in my lap as I let the quiet stretch around me.In my mind, the venue transformed.I saw the runway first—long, clean, unapologetic, slicing through all that elegance like a deliberate statement. Lights softened, then sharpened. Music pulsed faintly, building anticipation beneath the silence. Footsteps followed, confident and rhythmic.Models emerged where there were none now, strutting with purpose, my creations moving with them exactly as I’d imagined—fabric flowing, catching light, commanding attention. The hush of the crowd pressed in around me, reverent, breath held.I smiled to myself.Then before I knew it, Sebastian was back. “What are you imagining?” he said in a teasing tone. I couldn’t believe we were speaking now like old friends. I still recalled those days when he’d seemed so intimidating. “I was just… pict
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Celeste’s POVBy the time we arrived, Paris was glowing.Late-afternoon light spilled across the station, catching on steel and glass, turning everything soft and golden. As soon as I stepped off the train, I felt that quiet, unmistakable pull. Like the city was waking something in me that had been dormant for a while.Harper bounced along beside me, sunglasses perched on her head, excitement barely contained. Michael walked a few steps ahead with Auntie Eleanor, carrying her bag even though she’d insisted—twice—that she was perfectly capable now.And she was.Stronger. Straighter. Moving with a confidence she hadn’t had before.Auntie Eleanor paused as we stepped out onto the street. She looked around slowly, seemingly taking it all in—wide streets, old stone, Paris slowly easing into evening.“I’ve never been here before,” she said softly, almost to herself. Then she smiled. “I always imagined Paris when I was younger. I just never thought I’d see it like this.”Michael glanced back
A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back CHAPTER 378
Nico’s POVA month ago, if someone told me I’d be summoned to Martha Keene’s office for an evaluation, I would’ve assumed I was in trouble—or that the world had officially lost its grip on reality.Yet here I was—boots scraped clean for once, shirt buttoned properly, hands folded on the long wooden table in the small office. Martha sat across from me, posture straight, eyes sharp as ever. A clipboard rested on the table, already filled with notes.That alone made my spine go a little straighter.She didn’t start with small talk.“You’ve been showing up early,” she said. “Staying late. You’ve taken initiative without waiting to be told.”I shrugged, aiming for casual. “Just doing what I need to.” She continued, “The fences along the south line were repaired properly. Not fast—properly. The horses are calmer during checks. Volunteers follow your lead.” A pause. Then, deliberately, “You’ve stopped causing problems.”“Whoa,” I said. “Let’s not get crazy.”That earned me the briefest cur
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Damien’s POVMy feet slowed, then turned, then started moving toward my father’s office instead of the conference room. Curiosity wasn’t the right word for it. Instinct was. The kind you develop when your childhood teaches you that closed doors and lowered voices usually mean damage.The hallway outside my father’s office was eerily quiet. Too quiet for a building this alive with money and power.I stopped a few steps away.Muffled voices slipped through the thick wood—low, controlled. No shouting. No slammed furniture. That alone unsettled me more than outright chaos ever could.“…you promised,” my mother’s voice said. “We’ve talked about this already.”My hands balled into fists slowly at my sides.My father replied, calm as ever. “I promised nothing. I just said we’ll try to work it out.”“Well, I didn’t come here to beg,” Isadora said coolly. “I came for a mutual solution. To benefit us all.”“Good. That’s what we both want.” There was a pause, then I heard my dad add, “But there
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Damien’s POVI could hear that quiet, suspended breath on the other end of the line—the one people take when they’ve done something honest without armor and are just realizing how exposed they are.There was a pause. Then a soft, nervous laugh.“Well,” Celeste said, almost shyly, “I think it mostly has to do with you. But you’re right about the description.” She cleared her throat. “It’s exactly you.”Something loosened in my chest.“Exactly me,” I repeated, amused. “So… you think I’m stunning?”“No,” she answered quickly. “You’re dangerous.”I laughed, low and slow, leaning back in my chair. “I guess in a way… yeah. I am.” Then, quieter, more deliberate: “But I hope in a good way.”She laughed again, that sound threading straight through me. “Mostly,” she said. “Definitely mostly.”There it was.The flirtation wasn’t loud or reckless. It didn’t need to be. It hovered between us, charged and unspoken, like a wire humming just beneath the surface.But while we joked, my mind stayed on
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Celeste’s POVBy midnight, my studio smelled like pencil shavings, fabric glue, and stubborn determination.My workspace was littered with sketches now—not just one idea, but many. Flowing dresses with sharp, architectural shoulders. Cropped jackets paired with tailored trousers. Men’s coordinates that played with structure and fluidity—clean lines one moment, unexpected softness the next.I laid the last sketch flat, exhaled, then snapped photos one by one. Dresses. Jackets. Full men’s looks. A complete vision.I sent them all to Sebastian.Here they are. Thoughts?The reply came too quickly.I opened it—and my stomach sank.Sebastian: [They’re beautiful. Technically excellent. Dresses, outerwear, even menswear—you’re versatile, no question.]I held my breath.Sebastian: [But you’re holding back.]I frowned at the screen, pacing the narrow space between my table and the window.Holding back?Another message followed.Sebastian: [Your Contrast Collection with Margaux was strong. It s
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