تسجيل الدخولCELESTINE'S POV:Kier’s face flashes through my mind uninvited, and the contrast is almost painful. He never ate me out. Never wanted me dripping and desperate. He’d finish, roll off, and leave me feeling empty and worthless, like a warm hole he tolerated out of obligation.Tears prick my eyes and they are not from pain, but from the sheer difference. Lysander notices immediately.“Eyes on me, baby,” he growls, slowing just enough to grind deep and possessive. “Feel me. Feel how hard I am for you. That spineless bastard never deserved this cunt. Never deserved you. You’re mine now. Every fucking inch.”His words undo me. I come again, sobbing, and he pulls out suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach. He yanks my hips up and slams back in from behind, one hand fisting my hair, the other gripping my ass as he rails me mercilessly. The new angle hits even deeper. I’m moaning shamelessly into the sheets, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust.He slaps my ass hard, the sting blooming into
CELESTINE'S POV:I laugh. I cannot help it. The sound bubbles up out of me, surprised and delighted and full of a joy I did not know I was capable of feeling."Ruthless?" I say, walking toward him. "I prefer the term strategically aggressive."He grins, that slow, wolfish grin that makes my stomach flip. "You stole a contract out from under your ex husband's nose. You made his biggest client jump ship. You are systematically dismantling everything he has built. That is not strategically aggressive. That is ruthless and I love it."I stop in front of him and put my hands on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat under my palms, steady and strong and quickening as I look up into his eyes."You are biased," I say."Of course I am biased. I am your husband. I am supposed to be biased. But I am also right. You are a force of nature, Celestine. And watching you destroy Kier Thornwell is the sexiest thing I have ever seen."I push him onto the bed.He falls back against the pillows, laughing, s
CELESTINE'S POV:"Kier Thornwell is a bully. Bullies only understand one thing. Power. When he sees that we are not afraid of him, that we are willing to fight back, he will crumble. He is already crumbling. His stock price has dropped fifteen percent in the last month. His business partners are jumping ship. His credit lines are being frozen. He is a man standing on the edge of a cliff, and he does not even know it yet."Another executive, a woman named Patricia who ran our legal department, spoke up. She was sharp and precise and rarely spoke in meetings unless she had something important to say."Miss Valancourt, I have reviewed the Thornwell Industries contracts. If we go after Rotterdam Maritime, we will be exposed to lawsuits. Probably multiple lawsuits. The legal fees alone could run into the millions. Are you prepared to authorize that kind of expenditure?""Yes.""And if we lose?""We will not lose. Because we are not doing anything illegal. We are offering a client a better
LYSANDER'S POV:I watch her from the doorway of the study sometimes and not wanting to interrupt. She is on the phone, pacing back and forth, her hair falling out of its bun, her hands gesturing animatedly as she argues with someone on the other end of the line. She is wearing one of my old sweaters and her favorite jeans and her feet are bare and she looks nothing like the polished, elegant woman who walks the red carpets and attends the galas. But she is more beautiful to me now than she has ever been.Because she is fierce. She is smart. She is a force of nature.The business press calls her a prodigy. They marvel at her instincts, her timing, her ability to see around corners. They wonder where she has been hiding this talent for so long.I know where. She was hiding it in a penthouse in Manhattan, waiting for a husband who never came home, making herself small so that a small man could feel big.But she is not small anymore. She has never been small. She just let the world believ
CELESTINE'S POV:The next few weeks are a blur.I throw myself into the business the way I used to throw myself into my marriage, with total focus, total dedication and total commitment. But this time, the focus is on me. On my family. On the empire that has been waiting for me to claim it.Maxwell is surprised at first. He has been running the day to day operations for years now, and he is good at it, really good. But he is also tired, I can see that. Tired of carrying the weight alone, tired of making all the decisions, tired of being the one that everyone looks to when something goes wrong."You do not have to do this," he says, the morning after I talk to my father. We are sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee, watching the sun rise over the valley. "I can handle it. I have been handling it.""I know you have. And I am grateful. But this is my birthright too, Maxwell. And right now, I need something to fight for. I need something to pour myself into. I need to feel like I am not
CELESTINE'S POV:I decide I am done being a victim somewhere around three in the morning, lying awake in Lysander's arms, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the headlines and the comments and the way the world was painting me as a monster. I think about Kier and his smug face and the way he probably watched those news panels with a smile on his lips, thinking he had won, thinking he had destroyed me.I think about the baby. About the choice I made. About the grief I carry every single day, a quiet ache that never really goes away, like a scar that still hurts when the weather changes. That choice was mine. It was hard and it was painful and it was the right decision for me, for that child, for the life I could not give them. And I am done apologizing for it. I am done hiding from it. I am done letting Kier Thornwell use it as a weapon against me.I do not sleep for the rest of the night. I just lie there, thinking, planning, feeling something new growing in my chest. Not anger, oh







