Celeste’s POVI woke to the scent of garlic rice and something warm and savory in the air.For a moment, I forgot where I was—forgot everything, really. The soft weight of the blanket over me, the filtered morning light pushing through the curtains, the distant clatter of pans—none of it matched the storm I’d just walked through.But then I sat up, and my shoulder ached. A reminder of what had really taken place. “Finally,” Harper’s voice floated in from the doorway, light and teasing. “Sleeping Beauty awakens.”I blinked at her, groggy. “What time is it?”“Almost one,” she said, stepping into the room with a tray. “You really got knocked out. But honestly, you needed it.”My stomach grumbled at the sight of food—garlic rice, scrambled eggs, and some kind of tomato stew. Comfort food. Soul food.“You cooked?” I asked, a little surprised.“Don’t act so shocked,” she smirked. “I’m not just a pretty face.”I managed a smile, and she set the tray down gently across my lap.“Thanks,” I mu
Celeste’s POVTheo stepped out of the car.He walked straight toward me, no hesitation at all. Something about his presence cleared the air, like opening a window in a suffocating room.And for the first time in what felt like hours, the numbness in my chest lifted. Something rose in my chest— shock, warmth, maybe even disbelief. “Theo…?” I whispered in pleasant surprise, feeling relieved that he was there for me.His gaze moved swiftly over me, taking everything in—my torn clothes, the blood trailing down my arm, the exhaustion I could no longer hide.“I got your email,” he said, voice low but urgent. “I’ve been worried sick. I dropped everything. I don’t care what my grandfather says—I had to come back.”My lips parted, but the words caught. I hadn’t expected him to return so soon. I hadn’t even expected him to answer that message.But he had. And now he was here.Theo reached for me gently, his hand hovering just beneath my arm without touching, like he knew I was still deciding w
Celeste’s POVI didn’t look at him.Not because I didn’t hear every word Damien had just said—because I did. I blamed the one person I should’ve fought for.It hurt. Because it was true.But it was too late. The damage had already been done.Genevieve, still cuffed and cornered, tried again to speak—her voice trembling and raw.“I only wanted—”“No,” Damien cut in sharply. “No more excuses.”Her eyes widened as she looked at him, stunned. But he was already turning to the officers nearby.“I want it on record,” he said clearly, “that Genevieve Lancaster isn’t just guilty of attempted assault. She’s guilty of slander and defamation. She forged evidence. She destroyed someone’s life. I hope you question her thoroughly.”The finality in his tone made even the officers straighten.Genevieve’s lips parted like she still wanted to fight, to argue, to cry—but nothing came. Her eyes darted around, as if someone—anyone—might still come to her defense.No one did.One of the officers stepped f
Damien’s POVI stared hard at Genevieve.For a while, the deafening silence took over. Then slowly, I turned my head slightly and gave a nod to the detective waiting just a few paces back—his signal to speak.He stepped forward, calm but firm, holding a slim folder in one hand and a tablet in the other. “As part of the reopened investigation, we uncovered a significant detail regarding the chest birthmark shown in the video,” the detective said, tapping the screen as he addressed the group. Unexpectedly, Genevieve suddenly stopped struggling when the detective mentioned the mark.“At first, it appeared to match Miss Celeste’s known mark. However, upon closer investigation, we discovered that Miss Genevieve had visited an underground tattoo artist a year ago before the footage was released.”He flipped a page in the file and continued, “The artist, who has since confessed, was paid a large sum to replicate this said birthmark on Miss Genevieve’s chest.”Gasps and whispers erupted aro
Celeste’s POVGenevieve was pinned to the ground, breathing hard, her hair wild around her face.I saw her eyes lock onto Damien’s face—and for a split second, sheer panic flashed across her face. She certainly hadn't expected him.And just like that, the desperation slid beneath a thin mask of vulnerability."Damien..." she murmured, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with feigned hurt. "why are you here ... you are going to help me, right?”Her voice cracked on the last word, and for a brief moment, she looked like a lost traveler had found her way home. “I didn’t even realize what was happening.” she stammered, eyes darting from Damien to the crowd, back to him. “It was Celeste—she tricked me and trapped me!”Tears streamed down her face, but beneath the trembling facade, I could see the frantic calculation in her eyes.“I never meant to hurt anyone, ” she whispered, almost to herself now. I stood a few feet away, clutching my shoulder. Blood still dripped down my arm, but I didn
Celeste’s POVShe was barely standing, but still clinging to that smug little smirk like it was armor.“So what?” Genevieve said, her voice hoarse but laced with arrogance. “Even if I go to jail, it won’t last. You don’t get it, do you?” Her eyes burned into mine. “The Lancasters don’t let their own rot behind bars. My father, my mother—they’ll bury this so fast, you won’t even find a whisper left. And Michael? He’d burn down the system for me if he had to.”I stared at her, trying to understand the madness wrapped in her certainty.“You really think your family’s going to save you,” I said slowly. “Even after they hear what you’ve done?”Her laugh came sharp and unhinged. “Of course they will. They’ve cleaned up worse for our name. They’ve paid off reporters, shut down investigations, made people disappear. You think a little arson and a dead nobody is going to shake the Lancasters?” She took a shaky breath, but that cruel light in her eyes never wavered. “Michael would never let me