Chapter Seven

The grand chandelier in the opulent living room cast its golden light over the room, making the polished marble floor glisten. Diluc Neuvillette stood in the center, his sharp gaze fixed on Celeste Dunne. Celeste, elegant in a sapphire cocktail dress, was perched on the edge of the ornate sofa, her face a mask of carefully controlled composure. Celeste was always one for going overboard and it showed from the top of her head to the tip of her toes.

Diluc’s voice cut through the silence, cold and unyielding. “You really thought you could just waltz into my father’s life and take everything he had to offer without consequence?”

Celeste’s eyes narrowed. “Diluc, whatever grievances you have with me, this is neither the time nor the place to air them. I suggest you keep your anger in check.”

He took a step closer, his tone icy. “You’ve got no idea how far I’m willing to go. My father was a good man, and you, you’re nothing but a gold digger who preyed on him for his money. You used him, an