LOGINChapter 4: Shattered Plans
The car ride home was quiet. The boys, exhausted from the excitement, were dozing off against each other in the backseat.
Xenois worked on his tablet, his face brightened by its blue glow.
"They made quite an impression tonight," he said finally, breaking the silence. "Roman's son is fifteen and still struggling with basic calculus. He was impressed."
"They're exceptional," I agreed with him nodding my head slowly. "You should be proud."
"We should be proud," he corrected, surprising me as I looked at him. "Your influence has been... significant."
I stared out the window, watching the city lights blur as the car sped past them. "They're going to miss me."
He didn't respond immediately. When he did, his voice was, detached ....cold. "It's time to tell them, Celeste. Tonight."
My heart sank. I'd hoped that I would have tonight too but it seemed like it was all coming to an end.
"If that's what you want."
"It's necessary," he said, as he went back to his tablet while I hid the tears that ran down my face.
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Telling the kids went as exactly as I expected. They were devastated by it.
"But why does Mom have to go?" Lake wailed, tears streaming down his face not making an effort to clean it. "Did we do something bad?"
"No, sweetheart," I pulled him close, my own vision getting blurry as well I silently cried down his hair.
"You've done nothing wrong. This is an adult decision that has nothing to do with you boys."
"Then don't go!" Troy demanded, cleaning his face looking stubborn as he glared at everyone. "Just stay!"
Soren, always the brains behind the operations, turned to his father. "You can make her stay. You make everyone do what you want."
Xenois stood by the doorway, his expression neutral as he watched our sons breaking down.
"This was always the plan," he said carefully. "Your mother agreed to stay for six years. That time is up."
"Six years?" Soren's brow furrowed in confusion as he didn't seem to understand what he meant. "But we're only five..."
I gave Xenois a warning look. They were too young to understand the full nature of our arrangement.
"It's complicated," I said gently. "But I need you to know how much I love you. All of you. That will never change, no matter where I am."
"Where will you go?" Lake asked hiccuping as he buried his face in my body.
I hesitated, looking at Xenois for answers.
"Your mother will be traveling," he replied smoothly. "She has things she wants to do, places to see."
"Without us?" Troy whined sounding so small like that.
"Yes," Xenois said firmly. "Without you."
That was too much for them. They all burst out crying as they ran to their bedroom slamming the door shut so hard that a nearby vase crashed shattering into pieces.
"Well," Xenois said after a moment of silence as he straightened his posture, "that went as expected."
I stood, feeling furious despite my pain. "Did it have to be so cold? They're babies, Xenois!"
"False hope would be cruel to them," he replied, reaching into his jacket to withdraw an envelope.
"The divorce papers. Everything's in order. Sign them tonight, and you'll be free tomorrow."
I took the envelope with trembling fingers. "I'll sign them after I've calmed the boys."
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It was morning as I packed the last of my belongings into my large suitcase. Honestly one hundred billion dollars could buy me anything I wanted, but there were some things I couldn't replace and that was the memories that I had with my family.
"Do you have to go today?" Lake's small voice came from the doorway. All three boys stood there in their pajamas, eyes red from crying themselves to sleep.
I left my packing as I went to kneel before them. "Come here, my loves."
They rushed into my arms, as I hugged them tight breathing in their baby scent, trying to commit it to memory.
"I thought you might sleep a little longer," I murmured, stroking Troy's unruly curls.
"Dad's making noise," Soren told me. "He's packing too."
I pulled back slightly as I looked at them narrowing my eyes in confusion. "He is?"
"For the airport," Troy confirmed. "He said he's picking someone up."
"Will we like her?" Lake asked, sounding sad as he looked at me with tears in his eyes threatening to fall.
"The lady Dad's bringing home?"
My heart felt like it was going to stop beating from how tight it felt right now.
"Miss Claudia is..." I paused to think about what to say that wouldn't put her in a negative light for my kids
"She's someone your father has known for a long time. And yes, I think you might like her."
"I don't want to know her," Troy declared shaking his head. "I want you."
"Me too," Soren agreed, his little face set in a scowl looking just like his father.
"Listen to me," I said urgently, gathering them closer. "No matter what happens, no matter where I go, I will always, always love you. Nothing can change that. Not distance, not time, not... anyone else. You three are pieces of my heart walking around outside my body. Do you understand?"
"Celeste?" Xenois's voice came from the stairs. "A moment, please."
I kissed each boy's forehead for the last time as I took a deep breath and said. "Go get dressed. I'll be up to help you in a minute."
They held onto me for a moment longer before reluctantly heading back to their room. I rose to my full posture as I straightened my clothes and went downstairs to see my soon to be ex husband.
Xenois was standing near the door, looking at his watch as I got downstairs.
"You're leaving soon?" I asked, proud of how steady my voice sounded.
"Yes. Her flight lands at eleven." His eyes glanced at my suitcase, that was visible through the open bedroom door. "And you?"
"This afternoon. After the boys' nap. I thought it would be best if I was gone before you... returned."
He nodded his head slowly. "That's sensible."
An awkward silence fell between us. It seemed like we had a lot to say but were choosing to hold them back.
"The funds have been transferred," he said finally. "All procedures are complete. As of today, you're a very wealthy woman, Celeste."
"Thank you." The words tasted like bile in my mouth.
"Will you tell me where you're going?" he asked, genuinely curious as he looked at me.
I shook my head. "I haven't decided yet. Europe, maybe. Somewhere far away so that the boys won't accidentally see me, just like you wanted."
His jaw clenched as he nodded his head slowly. "That would be... considerate."
Another silence, heavier this time.
"Xenois," I began, not sure what I wanted to say as he looked at me. I wasn't going to beg him or try to change his mind. There was no need.
"Do you love her?" The question escaped before I could stop it.
For a long moment, he studied me, keeping his emotions black. Then, without answering, he checked his watch.
"I need to go. The boys are upset; it might be best if you take them out this morning. To the park, perhaps. Give them one last good memory."
The deflection stung badly, but I nodded. "Of course."
He hesitated, then stepped forward and brushed his lips against my lips.
"Goodbye, Celeste."
Chaper 147CELESTE"And if the child is yours?"The question sat between us. I hadn't planned to ask it so directly but once it was out I didn't take it back, because I needed to know. Not just for myself but because there were already three boys in the media room down the hall who would be affected by the answer.Xenois turned to look at me fully. His eyes were tired and in pain and completely clear."If a child is mine," he said, "I will be responsible for that child. That's not something I'm willing to walk away from." A pause. "But that doesn't change anything about us. About what we are. About what I want.""You might not feel that way when your memories are fully back.""I might not," he agreed, and I appreciated that he didn't offer easy reassurance. "I've been thinking about that a lot, actually. About what it would mean to fully remember, whether the person who remembers everything would still be the person sitting here now." He looked down at his hands. "I don't know the ans
Chapter 146CELESTEThere was a quality to the silence that followed that I didn't have a name for."You trained," Xenois said, and it wasn't quite a question."Alina insisted.""I'm going to say something very inadequate, given everything," he said, his voice low and slightly rough. "And I know it doesn't cover what you went through today. But Celeste—""Don't thank me," I said. "They're my children."He was quiet for a moment. Then: "They're ours."Something about the way he said it, the particular steadiness of it, broke through whatever emotional containment I'd been maintaining for the past three hours. I felt my eyes sting and blinked hard, refusing to cry in the driveway while Dmitri watched from twenty feet away."The boys want to see you," I said instead, pulling back slightly. "Troy has been holding himself together by pure force of will for two hours and he's going to need to see for himself that you're intact.""Then let's go in," he said.---**Chapter 147**The reunion w
Chapter 145CELESTE"Yes," I said immediately. "Sloane told me they found him and he's on his way home.""He was kidnapped," Troy said. Not a question."He was in a dangerous situation and he got out of it," I said carefully. "He's injured but he's going to be fine.""Because Dad is really hard to kill," Lake offered from across the room, with the particular deadpan delivery of a child who'd processed something genuinely terrifying and converted it into a manageable narrative.Sloane made a sound that might have been suppressed laughter."Your father is very capable," I agreed, which felt like the most honest version of the truth available.Soren lifted his head from where he'd been burrowed against my side. His eyes were red and his hair was sticking up in four different directions and he looked very small and very young, and I tightened my arm around him until he squeaked slightly."Sorry," I said. "Sorry, baby.""You can squeeze me," he said, with great magnanimity. "I don't mind."
Chapter 144CELESTEThe paramedics wanted to check me over, which I resisted until one of them pointed out that I had blood on my left hand that wasn't mine and a laceration on my forearm I hadn't even noticed taking. Adrenaline was a remarkable thing. It turned out a piece of shattered picture frame had caught me somewhere during the chaos, leaving a shallow but angry cut that needed cleaning and closure strips.I let them treat it while keeping one arm wrapped around Soren, who had decided he wasn't letting go of me under any circumstances and whom I had no intention of arguing with.Troy sat beside me on the couch with his knees pulled to his chest, watching everything with those too-old eyes of his. Lake had attached himself to Jason, who to his credit was handling it with the steady patience of someone used to managing frightened people in aftermath situations.The house was still full of people—tactical officers, paramedics, someone taking photographs of every bullet hole and bl
Chapter 143CELESTEAnd three minutes until help arrived.I heard footsteps behind me—they were closing in, coordinating a sweep that would eventually corner me.I needed a better position. Somewhere I could make a stand, somewhere I could hold out for three more minutes.The wine cellar.It was accessed through the kitchen, down a narrow staircase. Only one way in or out, which was usually a tactical disadvantage. But the door was solid oak, reinforced with iron bands—original to the house, built to last. And inside were racks of wine bottles that could serve as improvised weapons or obstacles.I sprinted for the kitchen, hearing shouts behind me as they spotted my movement. Bullets chased me across the tile floor.I reached the wine cellar door, yanked it open, and descended the stairs in three jumps. At the bottom, I grabbed the heaviest wine bottle I could reach and hurled it up the stairs.It shattered on the top step, creating a slippery obstacle of broken glass and spilled wine
Chapter 142CELESTEThe door exploded inward as someone kicked it. The dresser slowed them down, scraping across the floor but not fully blocking entry.A man pushed through the gap—mid-forties, professional military bearing, gun raised.I shot him.The recoil jarred my arms but my aim was true. The bullet caught him in the shoulder, spinning him around and sending his weapon clattering to the floor. He went down cursing, clutching the wound.Eight bullets left."She's armed!" someone shouted from the hallway. "Fuck, she actually shot Miller!"More gunfire erupted, this time directed at me. I dove behind the bed as bullets tore through the mattress, filling the air with feathers and fabric particles.I couldn't stay here. They had superior numbers and firepower. If I let them pin me down in this room, they'd eventually overrun my position and find the boys.I needed to draw them away. Make them chase me through the house, use my knowledge of every nook and cranny against their numbers
Chapter 54XENOISRamon's smile faltered slightly. "But my friend, you have not always been so... moral. There was a time when you were more practical about such things.""Was there?" I asked, looking at Dmitri for confirmation."No," Dmitri said flatly. "You've always refused to get involved in th
Chapter 47CELESTEThe warehouse smelled of salt air and rot, it was a combination that I had been used to, over the years. I stood in the shadows near the loading dock, watching as Sandro's men pushed off their latest "merchandise" off the truck like cattle. My stomach churned with nausea at the
Chapter 43XENOISThe botanical gardens had always been one of Celeste's favorite places in the city, this was something that had stuck to me even with my amnesia. I vaguely remembered her visits here sometimes alone, sometimes with the kids when she needed a breather from the responsibilities as m
Chapter 41DMITRII woke to the familiar warmth of Sloane pressed against my back, his arm draped over my waist in the possessive way he slept. The morning light was filtering through our bedroom curtains, casting everything in a soft golden glow that made me want to stay in bed for hours.Last nig







