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The Return of Shadows
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(Celeste’s POV)The ballroom shimmered like a treasure chest of dreams—gilded walls sparkled under the glow of crystal chandeliers, while polished floors mirrored the lavishness of the night. As I crossed the threshold, I embraced an air of confidence, allowing the soft click of my heels to herald my entrance into this enchanting scene.The air was thick with ambition and pretense. I could see it in the forced smiles, the hollow laughter, the way everyone sized each other up while pretending to be friends.It was perfect.I let my lips curve into a soft smile, just enough to seem approachable, not enough to betray my thoughts. My gown, a deep emerald green, hugged my body like a lover, shimmering subtly with every step. I knew how to turn heads without looking like I was trying to—and tonight, I wanted all the eyes on me.But my gaze was fixed on two people.Armando Moretti and Olivia Pierce.They stood by the bar,
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(Celeste’s POV)Ferro’s hideout was as grim as the man himself—cold, industrial, and reeking of blood and steel. The air was heavy with the metallic tang of iron, and the low hum of machinery in the background was a constant reminder of his empire’s ruthlessness.I stepped into the main chamber, my heels clicking against the concrete floor, the sound echoing ominously. Ferro was seated at a long metal table, a glass of scotch in one hand, his other casually drumming against the surface. His sharp eyes followed me as I approached, their glint as calculating as always.“Celeste,” he greeted, his voice smooth but wary. “To what do I owe the pleasure again?”I smiled sweetly, taking the seat opposite him. “Business, of course. I thought it was time we discussed our mutual interests.”He raised an eyebrow, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “And what might those be?”“Olivia Pierce,” I said, my voice dipping into a dangerous
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Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy A rescue in flames
(Dual POV – Armando & Olivia) Armando’s POV The smoke clung to the air like a phantom, choking and blinding, curling into my lungs with every frantic breath. I shoved past the fallen beam, my clothes already singed, sweat and soot dripping into my eyes. Where is she? “Olivia!” I roared into the chaos, my voice hoarse, panicked. Flames licked the ornate ceiling, collapsing the once-grand manor into a hellish inferno. I didn’t care if the whole place came down on me—I’d find her. I had to. Then I saw her. She was slumped against the wall, her arm draped over her head, coughing violently as smoke overwhelmed her. “Liv!” She looked up sluggishly, eyes wide with recognition. Relief crashed through me like a tidal wave, but I didn’t waste a second. I reached her, dropping to my knees, pulling her against me. “Don’t speak,” I said, lifting her into my arms. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.” Her fingers clenched weakly into my shirt. “Armando…” “I’m here,” I
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(Olivia’s POV) The fire still raged behind me, the screams and chaos fading as I slipped into the night like a ghost. Smoke clung to my dress, a haunting reminder of the destruction I had left behind. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I knew Armando was looking for me. I could feel it. But I didn’t want to be found. Not by him. My car was waiting at the far end of the street, exactly where Celeste had said it would be. I slid into the driver’s seat, my hands trembling as I started the engine. I shouldn’t be doing this. A small voice in the back of my mind whispered its warning, but I silenced it. I wasn’t running. I was choosing. And tonight, I was choosing to end the lies. Celeste’s private suite was dimly lit, the glow from the fireplace casting flickering shadows across the elegant space. She stood by the window, sipping from a crystal glass as she watched me approach. “You came,” she said smoothly, turning to face me. I swallowed hard, still breathless from th
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(Dual POV – Olivia & Armando) Armando’s POV: Something was wrong. I could feel it in the way Olivia smiled at me—too perfect, too polished. Like she had rehearsed it in the mirror before stepping into this ballroom. Her eyes, once filled with defiance or reluctant warmth, were unreadable now. She was pretending. And I hated that I couldn’t figure out why. The weight of the text message sat in my chest like a loaded gun. She’ll betray you before dawn. I wasn’t a man prone to paranoia. I built my empire by knowing when to trust and when to doubt. But Olivia? She had always been the exception. The one thing I wanted to believe in, even when my instincts screamed otherwise. Now, I wasn’t sure if she was still in my hands—or if she had already slipped through my fingers. From across the ballroom, I watched as Celeste pulled her aside, leading her toward a quieter corner of the event. My fingers curled into fists. Celeste. The poisonous whisper in Olivia’s ear. Th
