Damien’s POVI had been sitting in my car for what felt like an eternity, parked in the shadows outside the apartment.Through the window, I saw them—Celeste and Theo.Laughing softly. Cooking together. Moving in sync like they had done this a thousand times before.Like a damn couple.I tightened my grip around the glass of wine in my hand, the bitter taste doing nothing to wash away the unease clawing at my chest. The call from Mark echoed in my mind."Sir, we checked everything. The footage at Ravencrest is gone—completely inaccessible. There’s no official record of anything out of the ordinary. But… we did find traces of Mr. Theo Mercer."That bastard had been involved in my marriage.I should’ve known. Celeste’s sudden discharge, her newfound hostility, the way she had completely changed toward me—none of this was a coincidence.He got to her.Manipulated her while she was weak. Twisted her against me.And now, he was here, inserting himself into her life like he belonged in it.
Damien’s POVSLAP!The sharp sound rang through the apartment, leaving behind a silence so thick it rammed against my chest, making it hard to breathe.I didn’t move. Theo didn’t move.Celeste… she didn’t even flinch. She just stood there, her posture rigid, her gaze flaring with an icy finality I had never seen before."Get out," she said, her voice calm but razor-sharp. "Or I’ll call the police."I blinked. I heard her, but my body refused to register the words.She hit me. She had actually hit me.For him.My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out all logic. My cheek burned, but the sting was nothing compared to the ache spreading through my chest."Are you serious right now?" My voice came out hoarse, raw. "You’d call the police? On me?""Yes," she spat out. "Try me."A humorless chuckle escaped me, but it felt hollow."This is what it’s come to?" I searched her face for something—anything—but all I found was cold detachment. "You really want to cut all ties with me?"Celeste exha
Damien’s POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was pain. A pounding headache pulsed behind my eyes, sending sharp, punishing waves through my skull. I exhaled, slow and controlled, pressing my fingers against my temples in an attempt to get rid of the discomfort.The morning light streaming through the curtains did nothing to help. If anything, it only made my irritation worse.Fragments of last night slammed into me all at once—the erased footage from the nursing home, the sight of Celeste standing beside Theo Mercer like a united front, the unshaken fury in her eyes, and then… the slap.A muscle ticked in my jaw as I reached up, touching the lingering sting on my cheek.She had hit me.Not out of desperation. Not out of hysteria.But to protect him. Damn. A bitter taste filled my mouth, something ugly and unfamiliar twisting in my chest. I would never forget that moment, suddenly getting stripped of my dignity. Just like that. And for what?! For that asshole. Celeste had neve
Damien’s POVGenevieve’s words hung in the air, her voice coated with just the right amount of confidence and conviction. My mother’s lips pursed, deep in thought, while my father simply watched me, unreadable.I could already see the wheels turning in their heads.Then Genevieve delivered the next blow."The only reason Damien hasn’t finalized the divorce yet is because he’s making sure Celeste doesn’t walk away with more than she deserves," she said smoothly, her tone almost matter-of-fact. "He’s ensuring that every asset, every cent, remains right where it belongs—within the Vaughn family."I was astonished, to say the least. And quite impressed. My mother’s expression shifted, her disapproval easing into something more contemplative. "Is that true, Damien?" she asked, tilting her head. "You’re making sure the damage she caused is contained?"I didn’t answer immediately.Because the truth was—I hadn’t even thought about it.I should have. That’s what I had done in the past, securi
Celeste’s POV“Twice the Scandal? Former Mrs. Vaughn Exposed in Late-Night Rendezvous with Another Lover—Billionaire Ex Goes Berserk!”The headline practically screamed at me from my phone screen, the bold, flashing text a cruel mockery of my already crumbling reputation. My stomach twisted as I read the words again, each one feeling like a fresh slap across my face.Another lover.As if I’d been cycling through men like they were disposable. It was everywhere! Every tabloid, every social media page, every gossip site. My name, my face, plastered across the internet like a dirty secret the world couldn’t wait to tear apart."Celeste Monroe strikes again! After being exposed in a scandalous video, the disgraced Mrs. Vaughn is caught sneaking around with another man! Who are her secret lovers?"It wasn’t enough that the world had branded me a whore once before—now, they were determined to do it again.And why?Because of Damien Vaughn.If he hadn’t drawn attention to himself—recklessly
Celeste’s POVTheo’s words hung between us heavily. I won’t leave you again.I wasn’t prepared for them.I had always known Theo as my rock—the steady, dependable presence who had once been my closest friend. But something about the way he said those words now made my breath catch.There was no hesitation, no room for doubt.I met his gaze, and for the first time, I realized something had changed. Or maybe… it had always been there, and I had been too blind to see it.The way he looked at me now intensely, like I was the only thing that mattered—was different.Too different.My heart began to beat crazily. What’s going on? Had I misread him all these years? Or was it just now that I was truly seeing him?My pulse became a bit erratic, my emotions beginning to get tangled in knots. This was unfamiliar territory for me. But then, he moved past me, setting a bag down on the counter, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and pastries wafting into the air. He had come prepared, as always."
Damien’s POVI sat in my office, my fingers tapping against the edge of my desk, a restless rhythm that matched the chaos in my head."Three more media outlets, sir,” Mark informed me. “They've been secretly tailing Mrs. Vaughn… Miss Monroe, I mean."My jaw clenched at the correction. No matter what they called her, she was still my wife. Legally. Emotionally.Mine.I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair, frustration prickling just beneath my skin. I’d given explicit instructions—no more stories, no more cameras, no more dragging her name through the mud. I thought I’d bought her peace. Apparently not.They wouldn’t stop. And I was running out of ways to protect her without standing in the spotlight myself—and dragging her deeper into this endless mess.“The reporters have been dealt with,” Mark continued. “We paid them off to keep quiet.” My head suddenly began to throb. I closed my eyes and waved him away. But I knew.Just like the rats infesting the streets of
Celeste’s POV I agreed to Damien’s request to meet, trying to sound calm while my heart beat like crazy. After ending the call, I stood there dazed in the living room, phone still in my hand, the weight of what was to come already pressing on my shoulders. It all felt surreal. Theo glanced up from the couch, concern showing on his face. “You’re going to meet with Damien?” he asked, already knowing.I nodded. “He wants to talk about the divorce.”Theo’s expression didn’t change much, but I noticed the slight tightening of his jaw. “Do you want me to come with you?”There it was—his instinct to protect. He always offered that quietly, never forcefully. And yet… I shook my head.“No. I need to go alone. I have to do this by myself, Theo.”This time, it wasn’t because I didn’t want to trouble him, or because I feared the press would twist something out of nothing. Well, maybe that too. But more than anything, I didn’t want him dragged into my mess.He had already done enough.“You’ve h
Celeste’s POVDamien stood in front of me like a barrier. Calm, composed… but I could feel the tension radiating off of him.Then he turned his head slightly, his voice low but laced with steel.“Are you hurt?”I blinked, stunned. My mouth parted, but I couldn’t find the words.How did he even know I was here?Before I could ask, he’d already shifted his gaze forward again. No explanation. No time.John’s eyes darted wildly between us. When he saw Damien’s face, he froze. He clearly realized this man wasn’t someone he could intimidate or outrun.He wasn’t getting away today.He was like a rat in a cage it couldn’t escape, with a burst of false bravado. “Y-you better back off!” he barked, voice cracking. “I’ll—I’ll call the cops, you hear me?!”The words tumbled out fast and uneven, more panic than threat.He stared at us, eyes shifting nervously to Damien—wary, like he knew one wrong move might get him hurt. Suddenly, he turned on his heel, desperate to flee.But Damien moved like a s
Celeste’s POV“…Hello?”The voice on the other end was rough. Dry. Like gravel dragged across pavement.I steadied myself. “Hi, Mr. John Deaks? My name is Celeste Monroe. I’m sorry to call out of the blue, but I was told you might be able to help me.”A pause. Wariness instantly crept into the silence.“I’m looking into what happened at Rosehill Orphanage,” I continued carefully. “I’m just trying to understand—”“I don’t know what you’re talking about! You’ve got the wrong guy.” The man blurted, and then—CLICK.The line went dead.I stared at my phone, stunned.I tried calling back immediately.Nothing.The number was still active, but now it wouldn’t even ring. Straight to voicemail. He was cutting me off, for some strange reason. I stood in the middle of the room, the quiet pressing against my skin like fog.Just hearing the word orphanage had made him panic. Not hesitate nor deny calmly. He knew something.Something he didn’t want to say and was terrified to say.My fingers tighte
Celeste’s POVI called again.Still no answer.The night was growing quieter around me. But all I could hear was the unanswered ringing in my ear. ‘Come on, Theo.’ I whispered in my head. ‘Answer your phone. Where the heck are you?’I tried once more. My fourth attempt. This time, the call finally connected.“Theo?” I breathed out.“Celeste.” His voice came through low, slightly rushed, like he had only just stepped away from something urgent. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to miss your calls.”“Where are you?” I asked, trying—and failing—to hide the concern in my voice. I was certainly relieved to hear him on the other end. There was a brief pause. In the background, I could hear the shuffling of papers and some other people talking in low, hushed voices.“I’ve been asked to go to Switzerland,” he said. “A business negotiation. It came up at the last minute. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone.”I frowned, confused. “Oh! But… I thought you said you were staying in the city this week.”“I
Celeste’s POVThe banquet was drawing to a close. And for the first time in a long while, I felt still.Fulfilled.Like maybe, just maybe, all the stress, the sleepless nights, the pressure I’d quietly carried on my back—had been worth it.Not only had Madam Diane publicly praised my work, but the buzz I’d been hearing all night—the sideways glances, the whispered names, the cards slipped discreetly into my palm—told me everything I needed to know.People were paying attention now. Not because of the scandal, but because of what I could create.This was another high point in my career—one that I had carved out with my own two hands.First, the recognition from Sebastian, a highly-esteemed icon in the fashion world who rarely praised anyone, and now this.I took a small sip of wine and let my shoulders relax.And in that moment of quiet—“Excuse me, ma’am?”I turned slightly, lowering my glass.A man in a tailored uniform bowed politely. “Our chairman would like to have a word with you
Damien’s POV"I know she's with someone else," I said quietly, setting my glass down harder than necessary. "But I can’t live without her."The words felt heavy coming out, raw and ugly in my throat. Admitting it made me feel like I was tearing open a wound that had never fully healed.Rob just stared at me.He opened his mouth once like he wanted to say something, then closed it again. Ran a hand down his face. Shook his head in disbelief.Finally, he leaned forward, elbows braced on the table. "You’re serious," he said, as if he still couldn’t believe it.I nodded once.His mouth twitched, like he wanted to curse or laugh or maybe both, but he didn’t. He just sighed heavily, his voice turning more serious than I'd heard it all night."Then you can’t fight her," Rob said. "And you sure as hell can’t fight him either."I frowned. "Then what?""You offer her something she can’t ignore," he said simply. "You figure out what she needs most... and you give it to her."I stared at him, his
Damien’s POVI left the room.I needed to find Celeste first—she would know more about Genevieve’s plans—she was part of this.And that Genevieve...How many more secrets was she hiding?I thought back to the moments I had spent with her. She had always worn that sweet, flawless smile.But who knew what lurked beneath it?I pushed through the thinning crowd, ignoring the fake smiles, the clinking glasses, the meaningless noise.At the entrance, I caught sight of an event staff member adjusting a clipboard under her arm. I cut straight toward her."Celeste Monroe," I said tightly. "Have you seen her?"The woman blinked up at me, startled. "Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Vaughn. But Miss Monroe left a little earlier, sir."The word hit harder than it should have."With who?" My voice was sharp, clipped.She glanced at her notes. “I believe it was someone who was inquiring about her designs. Perhaps a new client? I’m so sorry, I don’t have more information.” “Was it a man or a woman? What did they l
Genevieve’s POVMy pulse skipped. Damien glanced at me once, cool and unreadable. “D-Damien…” I stammered, fear rising in my chest. “I… I didn’t know you were there.” My fingers clenched around my phone, cold sweat prickling at the back of my neck.Were my hands shaking? I curled them tighter to hide it.I forced a small, broken laugh, desperate to fill the awful silence. “Were you… waiting to use the room?”“Yes,” he said with a blank expression. “Didn’t realize you’d be in there so long.”My mouth went dry. I stepped aside quickly. “S-sorry.”I couldn’t tell if he’d heard anything. His face gave nothing away, and that scared me more than if he’d been angry.He walked past me and into the room without another word.But I could feel his gaze trailing after me as I walked away. I didn’t dare look back. ***Damien’s POVI watched her walk away, her steps too quick, too stiff—like she knew I was still standing there. Like she knew I’d heard something.And she was right.I had.Not ever
Genevieve’s POVIsadora swooped in the second Damien walked away, grabbing my arm with perfectly manicured fingers and a sharp whisper."Did you see that?" she seethed. "My son—he didn’t even spare me a second look! After everything I’ve done for him!"Isadora didn’t stop, “And now? He walks past me like I’m a stranger on the street!"I barely managed to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. If I were Damien, I wouldn’t want to bother with you either.Is throwing tantrums really the only trick you know? Have you ever tried using any other way?I shifted my gaze away, careful not to let my disdain show. Swallowing all my irritation and keeping my expression neutral.But Isadora, of course, wasn’t satisfied with my half-hearted silence. Her voice pitched just slightly louder, “What are you looking at?”“Em… Damien,” I conjured the first excuse that came to mind. “It’s just… it’s been so long since I last saw him. And Celeste is here tonight too. I’m worried…”I trailed off deliberately,
Celeste’s POV“An invitation,” she said. “To the event I’m attending. It’s a political summit, but the social side of it is just as important. Every major name will be there. I want you there—to represent your work. People should know who designed this.”I stared at the envelope in awe. She smiled again. “Besides, it’s about time you got the spotlight you deserve.”And just like that, everything I had worked for—every sleepless night, every doubt, every tear I didn’t let fall—felt worth it.*****The ballroom shimmered with gold and glass, every surface reflecting wealth and power. People weren’t just arriving—they were arriving to be seen.And tonight, I had every right to be one of them.I walked in alone, head held high, and took it all in. I hadn’t even reached the center of the room when I heard it—“Celeste?”Genevieve stood just a few feet away, mouth slightly parted in shock. Her eyes scanned me up and down, clearly not expecting to see me here.Standing beside her, Isadora h