로그인A familiar hand reached out toward me. His hand. Jonathan’s. Maybe Nathaniel now. The man I had kissed. The man I had touched. The man who had just married my sister. “Oh God, what have I done?” **************************************** She left without a word. Ten years later, an invitation brings her back… To face the sister she abandoned… A secret that was never supposed to surface. And a man she should have never touched. When Celeste Marlowe receives an unexpected wedding invitation from the baby sister she walked away from a decade ago, she expects cold shoulders and buried resentment…not a fiery one-night stand with a stranger who makes her forget everything. But the truth comes crashing in. He’s not a stranger. He’s the groom. Her sister’s groom. Now, trapped between the sins of her past and a secret she can’t outrun, life hurls her into something far more dangerous than heartbreak, a tangled web of power, lies, and blood-soaked secrets. Because in Velmont City, nothing is ever just personal. And some families don’t forgive… They own.
더 보기FBL CHAPTER 11CELESTE P.O.V.I woke up gasping. For a moment, I had absolutely no idea where I was. My heart pounded violently against my ribs as I stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling. Then memories came rushing back. The mansion. The marriage. Alessandro. The escape. The forest.I sat upright too quickly and immediately regretted it. My head throbbed. My entire body ached. Like I'd run a marathon while being repeatedly hit with a truck. Fantastic.I closed my eyes briefly. The last thing I remembered was running. Branches scratching against my skin. The sound of something behind me. Chasing me. The memory was blurry. Like trying to recall a dream after waking up. I remembered fear. Pure, primal fear. I remembered running until my lungs burned. And then… nothing.The bedroom door opened. My eyes snapped up immediately. Alessandro walked in. Of course. Who else? His expression was dark and cold. He looked furious. Oh great. At least I wasn’t the only one having a terrible morning."Y
CELESTE'S P.O.V.The air left my lungs instantly. For a second, I couldn't move, couldn't think. Couldn't even blink. Alessandro's blue eyes locked onto mine from across the room. Gwen noticed his attention shift and turned her head slightly. Her eyes found mine. A slow smile spread across her face. Not a happy smile. A victorious one. The kind of smile someone wears after winning a war.The room suddenly felt too small. Small and wrong. I stepped back, took step after step until I turned and walked away. I didn't run, even though I wanted to. But I refused to give either of them the satisfaction.He saw me. There was no mistaking it. He saw me standing there, saw the horror on my face, saw exactly what I'd walked in on. And he didn't stop.My stomach twisted. Something ugly settled in my chest. Not jealousy. Definitely not jealousy. I barely knew Alessandro. The man had kidnapped me, caged me and then forced me into marriage.I wasn't heartbroken. I was disturbed. And strangely angr
CELESTE’S P.O.V. Gwen stood inside the bedroom like she owned the air itself. And maybe before all this, before me, she did. The door clicked shut behind her softly, but the sound still made my stomach tighten. Her eyes dragged over me slowly, cold and furious. Well, this was not going to be a friendly girl chat. I stayed seated on the edge of the bed, acting calm. “You know, knocking usually comes with waiting for permission.” “That’s rich coming from the woman who stole my fiancé.” “I didn’t steal him,” I said carefully. “Trust me, if theft was involved, I’d be demanding a refund.” Her jaw clenched. Up close, she was beautiful, despite the fact that she looked at me like she wanted to skin me alive. Blonde hair, sharp cheekbones, perfect makeup despite the public humiliation she’d just survived downstairs. “You think this is funny?” “No,” I answered honestly. “I think this is deeply insane.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “So that’s why he chose you.” I blinked. “What
CELESTE P.O.V. “Who the fuck is she, Al?” The room went dead silent. The blonde woman stared at Alessandro like she was debating whether she could kill him with the heel of her shoe and get away with it. Then she asked again, slower this time. “Who. Is. She?” Alessandro finally moved his gaze from her to me briefly before looking back at her. “Remember your place, Gwen.” Gwen blinked. Once. Like she genuinely couldn’t believe those words had just come out of his mouth. “Her name is Celeste,” Alessandro said evenly. “And she’s my bride.” Well, there it was. The collective tension in the room could probably be bottled and sold as a weapon. Gwen laughed. A short, sharp laugh that sounded dangerously close to a breakdown. “What do you mean she’s your bride?” Honestly? I had the same question. “I am your bride.” The older man beside her stepped forward. “This was not the arrangement.” His voice carried enough authority to silence the room again.


















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