WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE ELEMENTS, SUITABLE ONLY FOR READERS AGED 18 AND ABOVE. Read at your own discretion. They are brothers, but not by blood. Heirs of the famous gang leader and Casanova. As they entered the university their fathers once ruled, instantly they earned a fan base. Girls waited for their games like a virgin wrecker Casanova. Gangs expected them to be fierce like a devil gang leader. Can they uphold the expectations their fathers had set decades ago? Will they walk the path their fathers walked? Will they take girls like having a meal as their papa did or fight their way to rule the entire university as their dada did? Two boys, offspring of two famous men who fell in love and forged uncertainty about being in a same-sex relationship. Will they create their path or just like their fathers, they will shape their world far beyond the conventional. Meet Zack and Justin. Heirs of Devon Dalton the devil gang leader and Bienley Cullen the virgin wrecker Casanova.
View MoreCeleste’s POV
"Thank you all for coming to our wedding anniversary, but as of tonight, my marriage to Celeste is over. ”
Those were the first words my husband, Damien, uttered the moment he stepped into the room.
I looked at him, feeling like I had never known him before.
Then came the second blow.
“I am divorcing her.”
There was dead silence.
No, my mind screamed. This is not real.
It can’t be.
My heart pounded violently against my ribs as I forced my lips to part. But no words came out.
Today was supposed to be a celebration of our love…
How could Damien do this to me?!
*******
JUST MINUTES AGO
I stood before the mirror, smoothing down the shimmering fabric of my gown in the holding room.
I was filled with a foolish hope.
Perhaps tonight, my husband would finally learn to appreciate me, to care for me. After all, we’ve been together for two years.
I had planned every detail of the evening, ensuring that this wedding anniversary banquet would be nothing short of perfection.
But the one person who should have been by my side—my husband—was nowhere to be found.
I sighed, staring at my own reflection.
He doesn’t love me. He never did.
Sadly, to him, our marriage was no more than an obligation. And every day of our married life, he made me feel it. That he’d just been forced into this union and I was nothing to him.
I shook the thoughts away just as the door opened.
“Celeste Vaughn, my favorite friend in the world.”
Genevieve Hale stepped inside, her perfume wafting through the air.
She was draped in a classy designer gown, every inch of her exuding wealth and refinement. Such a stark contrast to the way we had grown up—two orphan girls trapped in poverty then, clinging to dreams of a better future.
"You look... lovely," she said with a smile. I couldn’t help but notice, though, that there was something detached about the compliment, as if it cost her to say it.
“You too,” I responded in a friendly manner, pretending not to recognize her bothered and unhappy.
“I heard about your parents,” I said cautiously. “You’ve found them?”
She nodded stiffly. “Yes.”
Her expression tightened, and seemed to refuse to express more about reuniting with the family.
That’s weird.
However, my phone vibrated on the vanity table before I could question her further.
I reached for it and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the sender’s name.
Auntie Eleanor. The director of the orphanage.
My fingers trembled as I unlocked the screen and read the message:
[Celeste, I have news about your parents. Come by when you have time:)]
For a moment, everything else faded away. My heart soared with hope.
“I see you’re still in touch with those people,” a sharp, condescending tone made me look up. It was my mother-in-law, Isadora Vaughn, looking over my shoulder with disdain. I didn’t even notice her sneaking up behind me.
“I was just—”
Isadora exhaled sharply. “Even after marrying into this family, you insist on clinging to the filth of your past. You little useless orphan.” she muttered with disgust.
I held back my tears, not daring to argue.
The door suddenly creaked open, making me turn toward the sound. It was Damien.
“Damien, you’re here,” I whispered with relief.
He stood at the front of the room, looking every bit the powerful CEO that he was—the man I had adored, married, and spent years trying to please.
But I’ve never seen him like this. His eyes were colder and darker than ever. And his face… It was rigid, emotionless. It made me shudder.
Before I could say anything else, he suddenly turned and walked away.
"Wait, Damien..." I reached out instinctively.
But he ignored me, going into the party with seeming purpose, his quick strides carrying him past the excited guests.
I followed behind him, wondering what was going on.
Something’s terribly, terribly wrong.
Damien reached the center of the room, where a beautifully designed stage had been set. He took the microphone from the announcer and turned to face the gathered crowd.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears as he began to speak.
What is he doing?!
"Thank you all for coming to our wedding anniversary, but as of tonight, my marriage to Celeste is over. I am divorcing her."
Whispers and gasps erupted like wildfire.
Guests exchanged stunned glances. Some looked at me in shock, but most of their faces reflected abhorrence.
My body went numb. I stared at him, frozen in place, unable to comprehend what I had just heard.
This is not happening.
Then his eyes flashed furiously toward me. And when he spoke again, every word struck me hard.
"I won’t allow a shameless slut to be my wife,” he said in a quiet, lethal tone.
The world stopped. I was speechlessly in shock. What is he talking about? Is this some kind of sick joke?!
Immediately, chaos broke out. Whispers and horrified stares enveloped me.
“No… I—”I shook my head, my lips trembling.
I wanted to defend myself, but I couldn’t even begin to understand any of it yet.
Just then, a flicker of light caught my eye. The massive LED screen behind me had lit up and a video had started playing.
I turned around and watched, along with everyone else. The footage was grainy, obviously secretly filmed. But I could clearly make out a man and a woman, their naked bodies pressed together in a fevered embrace. His hands gripped her bare waist, pulling her closer as she arched against him.
Their movements blazing with heat and desire. The moans echoed in the hall that everyone could hear clearly.
Their faces were blurred, but that didn’t really matter.
Because the woman had a birthmark. One identical to mine, right there on her chest.
"That woman in the video… It’s you, isn't it? Now what do you have to say for yourself?" Damien’s voice was cold.
A shuddering gasp tore through me as reality caved in.
“No… No, this is wrong! It’s not me.” I tried to protest, stutteringly.
But the damning evidence kept on playing, filling the room with every obscene sound.
The words from the woman who was enjoying the flickings descended me into hell.
"Damien Vaughn? He has no clue..." the woman in the video gasped between breathless moans. "I played him like a fool—took what I wanted, drained his company for millions, and he still fell for it." A low, sultry laugh followed, dripping with satisfaction.
No, it was fake. I would never treat Damien like this!
Just then, without warning, I heard a woman shout, "I told you she was filth!"
SLAP!
I felt it before I saw her. The slap landed hard, and a sharp sting burned across my cheek, my head snapping to the side from the sheer force of the blow.
My skin flamed, and I suddenly felt my ears ringing. Then through the haze of pain, I saw Isadora, her eyes filled with disgust as she lowered her hand.
I clutched my cheek, “That’s not me! I swear it’s not! I don’t know how…” My voice was breaking.
“That’s clearly you,” Damien said, his cold voice making my heart jump.
He stepped closer, not to defend me from his mother, but to tear me down even further.
“I released your video. Will your secret lover come to save you?” he demanded angrily. “Where is he, huh? Who is he?!”
He moved forward menacingly, making me stumble backwards. His fury had erupted without restraint, and I was afraid he might hurt me.
“Damien, there’s really no one…” I tried to explain despite my sudden fear of him in that instance.
Then to my surprise, a sharp, choked sob pierced the air at once.
"Celeste…" Genevieve’s voice quivered as tears pooled in her eyes. "I knew you still love him and dated him secretly. Sorry, I can’t cover it anymore. You shouldn’t betray Damien."
My breath hitched. What?!
Before I could react, Genevieve turned to the crowd, her face twisted in anguish. "She used Damien’s love against the man! She gained his trust, then transferred company assets to her lover!"
A fresh wave of gasps rippled through the crowd.
I stood there, frozen. The very person I had grown up with—the one I had trusted most—was the one shoving the knife deeper into my back.
"You’re lying!" My voice was raw with disbelief. "Why are you doing this?!"
I grabbed Genevieve’s wrist, desperate to stop her, to make her look me in the eyes and tell me why she was slandering me, betraying me like this!
But the moment my fingers touched her, she lurched backward, crashing into the towering display of champagne glasses.
CRASH! SHATTER!
Glass shattered around us, crystal shards raining to the floor as the tower collapsed in a cascade of destruction.
Gasps turned to screams! It was in complete chaos.
I felt a sharp pain searing my palm. Genevieve pressed something cold and jagged into my hand. My fingers instinctively curled around.
Glass.
“Ow—” Genevieve’s deafening scream echoed against the walls.
"SHE CUT ME!" she wailed, grasping her leg as blood seeped through the fabric of her gown. "She did it on purpose! HELP!"
"Call the police!" someone shouted.
My heart dropped. A pounding noise filled my ears. Then panic rapidly wrapped around me, blending with the excruciating pain of betrayal.
And suddenly… the sound of footsteps came.
It was Damien, coming forward and towering above me. He looked calm on the surface, but his words were another story.
"You will pay for this,” he told me through gritted teeth.
Tears blurred my vision as I stood there in great shock, unable to reply, unable to move.
"No no no no!" Thad raved loudly with his pursed lips while his small index finger is wriggling in front of his dadzky's face."Dadzky loves love papzy...dadzky kiss papzy" Zack playfully whined at his son who is barricading his papzy so his dadzky could not kiss him."No no no no...kiihht..." Thad yelled again while putting his small body on Justin's face. Justin is just chuckling at the playful drama of the father and son. "Dadzky kiss papzy...please, Thaddy..." Zack continued to tease the boy whose body is already above his papzy's face. Thad ignored Zack while he started to shower his papzy's face with a lot of wet kisses. Justin's face is already covered with Thad's drool. He is even biting Justin's nose and his drool stretched away when he released his papzy's nose and transferred it to Justin's cheek. "kihht kihht papthy..." Thad mumbled against Justin's cheek, giving his father wet and sloppy kisses while Justin is giggling with the antics o
Early the next morning, Thad is just on his diaper while asleep and snuggled to his dadzky's bare chest while Justin is gently caressing their baby's head, playing with the fine black hair on it. "He is so small, Zack and he loves being close to you...he is sleeping peacefully" Justin whispered with a tender smile on his face. "He knew I'm his handsome dadzky..." Zack cockily responded which made Justin roll his eyeballs. "You are not so conceited, aren't you..." Justin amusedly countered. Zack just grinned shamelessly while he nuzzled his face to his son's head. The two boys become quiet while they savor the splendid moment with their son. So engrossed in watching their Thad sleep, they lost track of time. "It's time for Thaddy to return to the incubator..." with an apologetic smile, the pedia interrupted the boys who are still so engrossed in watching the small human in Zack's chest. Zack and Justin turned to the doctor with their disappoi
Upon reaching the top floor, the door of the elevator opened. Heavy steps clamored towards the room intended for Justin's surgery. His doctors were already waiting on their surgical suit with Josh and Kit. It's been an agonizing moment for Justin and his whole family. Bienley and Zack were also prepared with their scrubs while Justin is prepared for his surgery. In a very short time of preparation, the OB-Gyne started the caesarian procedure. Zack is beside Justin snuggling his face against his face. Constantly checking the blanket around Justin's upper body. Justin is conscious but in a daze. Bienley and his two best friends were standing just a little behind Zack and earnestly monitoring the whole procedure. Devon on the other hand is with their parents watching from outside. The tension is overwhelming.Zack continued to silently cry while caressing and constantly kissing Justin's face. He wanted to be strong for Justin but his tears won't
"You will be sleeping on the couch tonight. Don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands" Justin angrily exclaimed when they entered the mansion. Unaware their fathers are watching their bantering afar. "Justin... I had told you already, I did not go on a date, we have a meeting for the incoming sports fest" Zack gently and patiently explained to the other boy who is glaring at him at the doorway. Justin was already on study leave at the start of the second term. Already on his 35th week of pregnancy, his doctors have strongly advised close and thorough medical monitoring. Driven by the family driver, Justin picked up Zack from the university. Unfortunately, he had an emergency meeting for the sports fest, making Justin wait longer than usual inside the car. The meeting took longer than expected which doesn't sit well with the already impatient boy. Justin fumed with anger more upon smelling a girl's cologne on his university jacket after getting in the car.
"Justin...what the hell are you doing?" Zack was startled when out of nowhere Justin pulled down his pajama with his boxer and snuggled his face to his crotch. "Sleeping..." Justin casually replied with his closed eyes, making Zack stare in disbelief in the middle of darkness."...you are in my crotch, Justin..." Zack incredulously whispered, clenching his jaw. He could feel Justin's hot breath on his balls and he is starting to get hard since Justin is playing with his tip. "I know... I can't sleep...so I'll try to sleep here. I want to smell you" Justin muffled against Zack's balls. Like torture, Zack's breath suddenly hitched from the sensation. "Justin...this is torture..." Zack whispered beggingly. "I will just lay still in here, don't be so naughty. Goodnight Zack... I love you so much" Justin whispered with his sleepy voice after he yawned and pecked a feather-like kiss on Zack's hard shaft. Zack continued to gape in darkness even if he can
Justin and Zack walked towards the field where all the engineering freshmen were gathered for the orientation for their Freshmen Initiation Rights activity. Zack as the head hazer walked towards the center of the stage while Justin remained at the side together with their friends who instantly brought him a chair.Their friends knew Justin's condition and they were asked by Bienley and Devon to help keep an eye on Justin which they readily agreed. Admiring eyes from the freshmen are all focused on their head hazer who is unconcerned of the attention he has stirred among the crowd. Zack's serious and powerful aura awed the freshmen, especially the girls. Justin is just watching how the freshmen looked so whipped with Zack. He doesn't know if he will be amused or will be pissed. The present batch of engineering freshmen has a lot of pretty and hot girls. Even the seniors are ogling at the field for girls spotting. "He is our head hazer?" "He is
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Comments