Celeste’s POVMy grip on the steering wheel was deathly tight as I pulled out of Saint Ambrose’s parking lot, my emotions a wreck. The look of smug satisfaction on Damien’s face filled me with the urge to key his car, but I’d held back.I wouldn’t stoop to their level.“Auntie Celeste?” Molly tentatively called me from the back seat.She clutched her favorite doll–a fluffy gray bunny in a pink tutu and a sparkly tiara. I relaxed my scrunched forehead and smiled at her in the rearview mirror.“What’s up, honey?” I asked as cheerfully as I could manage.Molly frowned thoughtfully. “Why does Bonnie have two mommies and I only have one?”The innocent reminder was all it took to turn the dull ache of my daughter’s absence into an agonizing torment. I took a deep breath, blinking back tears.Everything was so fucked up–how did I explain it all?“Uh, honey, Bonnie doesn’t really have two mommies.” I began hesitantly. “You must love a child with your whole heart to be their mother, and Auntie
Damien’s POV“Thank you for stepping forward, Lily.” Celeste arched a brow as she smirked at Vanessa. “Will you still deny your harsh treatment of Bonnie, even in the face of a witness?”Why was Vanessa always throwing a spanner in my plans?I fixed her with a pointed glare that promised the full extent of my wrath if she didn’t turn this situation into my favor–Bonnie had to choose us over Celeste. Thankfully, she proved her money’s worth.“I am ashamed to admit that it’s true.” She sighed remorsefully, a blush coloring her cheeks. “At four months pregnant, my hormones are fluctuating wildly, which made me lose my patience with our little princess that day.”She ceased cradling her protruding belly to crouch in front of Bonnie. “I am so sorry, sweetheart.” Tears welled in her eyes and as she spoke, her voice trembled. “I promise I will never treat you like that again.”Bonnie watched her for a moment before embracing her. Vanessa sobbed dainty into the little girl’s chest as she str
Celeste’s POV“Kindly stuff your reprehensible delusions where they won’t corrupt little minds.” I snapped, loud enough that Bonnie and Molly glanced up in confusion.Damien’s jaw twitched, but Vanessa gave a light, practiced laugh, the kind that didn’t touch her eyes. “We’re just here for our daughter, Celeste.” She said in a lighthearted, patronizing tone. “No need to make this dramatic.”My entire frame tensed. Where did she find the audacity to call Bonnie her daughter to my face? “Funny.” I said in a biting tone. “Drama seems to follow you two around like a putrid stench.”Damien’s grip on Vanessa’s waist tightened, but she radiated serene warmth.“We’re here to take Bonnie home today,” he announced, spreading an arm out as though unveiling a gift. “We’ve planned a special surprise for our little princess.” Bonnie’s eyes widened. “What is it?”“We’re throwing a gender reveal party for your baby sibling this weekend,” Vanessa said brightly. “And guess who’s in charge of the big
Celeste’s POV“Grace, you’re a lifesaver.” I said breathlessly as I ducked into her office nearly two hours late for work. She looked up from her desktop with a warm smile. “After all the overtime you’ve put in recently, I’m happy to deliver an order for you.”“I owe you one,” I said, slipping off my coat. “Did Julie like it?”Grace tapped a finger on her chin. “Oh, she wasn’t home, so I had to leave her order with the butler. But with your skill, Celeste, I’m sure she’ll love it.”She gave me an encouraging smile, but my stomach twisted. “A butler?” I echoed. “Shouldn’t a bespoke necklace worth five figures garner a personal touch? Julie is a referral from Celine Mars, so a shining review would really boost business.”Grace chewed on her lip, brows furrowing. “Damn it, Celeste. You’re right.” She looked down at her keyboard, shoulders slumped. “I wanted to wait for Julie, but I had an important meeting with another client I couldn’t miss, and piles of paperwork to get through.”I s
Ryan’s POV“Uncle Ry-Ry and Auntie Celeste, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” Molly sang breathlessly as I chased her around the coffee table. “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a–”I caught her from behind, swinging her into the air and tickling her mercilessly. My niece squirmed as her adorable giggles filled the living room.“Promise me you won’t breathe a word of this to Auntie Celeste or Bonnie.” I said, sitting on the sofa so I could add another hand to my tickle attack.Molly nodded vigorously. “I promise! Please let me go Uncle–”“You’re fooling around instead of finding me to continue our discussion!” a grave voice thundered over us. “Very well. I’ll deal with matters swiftly so you can get back to your important business.”Molly climbed off my lap, face pale as she sensed the tension in the room, and stood beside her mother. My empty hands clenched into knuckle-white fists as my gaze met my father’s.He tossed a business card into my lap. “Michelle H
Ryan’s POVI shrugged off my coat, shoulders stiff from the strain it took not to hit Damien throughout dinner, and handed it to my father’s butler at the front door. With each step towards the living room, the knot in my stomach tightened.I’d kept my father waiting long enough–it was time to bite the bullet.“Uncle Ry-Ry!” Molly jumped off the sofa to barrel into me.My eyes scanned the room as I ruffled her hair. A cartoon played in the background, Molly’s coloring book was on the coffee table, and the perfectly fluffed throw cushion on my father’s favorite armchair was untouched.“Mols, where’s grandpa?” I asked when she released my legs.“In his study.” She pointed down the hall, then scrunched her brows in confusion. “Why did you lie to Auntie Celeste that the driver was grandpa?”In my apprehension about my father’s anger, I’d forgotten about that near slip. I smiled as I spoke. “That wasn’t a lie, it was a game, silly.”“A game?” she asked innocently.“We were playing make-bel
Vanessa’s POVI gasped when Damien walked through the front door, his white dress shirt stained with patches of blue, pink, and orange. His frown lines had never been so deep.Karma was catching up to the selfish bastard, and I reveled in it.“Oh no, what on earth happened to your clothes?” I asked, feigning concern as I passed him a glass of room temperature water.Damien gulped it down angrily, handing the empty glass back to me.“Celeste.” he grumbled.Oh, so the slut you were cozying up to at Celine’s party is a pain in your ass? I wanted to rub it in, but I needed to wait until my schemes made Damien’s credit cards obsolete.I cooed as I undid his tie. “I’m so sorry, babe. Tell me what that bitch did.”“She brought her boyfriend and Bonnie for dinner where I was concluding a business meeting. They insulted and embarrassed me–I can’t show my face at that establishment again.” He said bitterly. “On top of that, her gigolo is manipulating Bonnie against me.”“The audacity?” I exclai
Celeste’s POV“Oh, Celeste.” Damien simpered with condescension. “That you think you stand a chance against me in a custody battle is adorable, but hopelessly misguided.”I gritted my teeth, refusing to back down.“I’ve worked tirelessly to build a career and gain enough wealth to fight for my daughter.” I raised a mocking eyebrow. “Are you discouraging me because you’re afraid I’ll win, Damien?”He sneered with self importance. “Don’t let your five seconds of limelight deceive you. Rosemary is just a fad soon to be forgotten, unlike my company that has stood the test of time.”“If my success is temporary, why are you so desperate to sign with me?” I asked, smirking.Damien glared. “Don’t mistake my charitable offers for need. I can easily afford to pay the exuberant tuition of Bonnie’s prestigious preschool. Can your meager earnings offer our daughter the same?”“Are you sure you can afford her tuition with the mounting lawsuits against your company?” He froze at my question. The col
Celeste’s POV“Bonnie and I are not your possessions, Damien.” I hissed.“Once mine, always mine.” He shrugged with a self assured air. “A signed piece of paper doesn’t change it, nor does the fact that your gigolo is playing family.”Bonnie’s lip quivered, and it kept my anger in check. I fumed silently as Ryan turned to my ex husband with all the poise and sensibility the other man lacked.“I have no ill intentions.” He spoke calmly. “I simply want to be there for this little girl who needs love.”Damien broke into mocking laughter.“You want to be there for her?” He sneered. “What can a pauper without power, finances, or influential connections offer my daughter that I can’t? You’re unqualified to compete with me.”“Are you seriously complaining that Ryan’s picking up your slack?” I said in disbelief.Damien studied me for a moment before clasping my hand on the table and gazing deeply into my eyes. “Marry me, Celeste.” He said, squeezing my hand. “We’ll have the wedding ceremony o