Mag-log inCeleste’s POVI thought finding out about Ryan’s connection to Aurora would be the worst of it.But when I woke up the next morning, there was another news waiting for me.The television was muted, a ribbon of images scrolling beneath a panel of overpaid commentators, but the words were enough. They burned through the quiet of my living room like a flare.RYAN EDWARDS NAMED OFFICIAL HEIR OF CROWN LUXE.I didn’t move. I didn’t reach for the remote. I didn’t even blink at first. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, my shoulders locked, my spine went rigid, my hands curled into fists in my lap like they were bracing for impact.Grace was in the kitchen. Molly was getting ready for school. The apartment was still, painfully so, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.So this was it.This was the thing he hadn’t told me.The anchor’s mouth kept moving, explaining context I already knew too well. Crown Luxe. Legacy. Succession. International Jewelry Association ties.
Celeste’s POVI sat cross-legged on the living room rug, my back against the couch, staring at nothing while Grace moved around the kitchen making tea I hadn’t asked for but desperately needed.The apartment felt too quiet without Ryan’s presence filling the corners, his jacket slung over a chair, his shoes kicked off by the door like he belonged here. Like he always had.Grace set a mug down in front of me and didn’t say anything right away. She knew better than to rush me when my thoughts were knotted this tight.“So,” she said eventually, lowering herself onto the couch across from me. “Tell me.”I let out a breath that felt like it had been trapped in my lungs since last night. “Aurora,” I said. The word tasted bitter. “Ryan. Steven. All of it.”Her eyebrows knit together, but she didn’t interrupt.“I found out at the Aurelius event,” I continued. “Damien—of all people—let it slip. He wasn’t being smug. He wasn’t trying to hurt me. He just… assumed I knew.” My laugh was sharp and h
Ryan’s POVI should have known something was wrong the second I opened the door.Celeste wasn’t pacing the way she did when she was anxious. She wasn’t quiet either. She was still, too still, standing in the middle of the living room like she’d braced herself for impact long before I arrived.Her eyes flicked to me, sharp and unreadable.“Hey,” I said carefully. “I—”“Don’t,” she cut in. One word. Flat. Dangerous.My stomach dropped.I closed the door behind me anyway, slower than usual. The apartment felt smaller than it ever had, the air thick with unsaid things. Grace’s bedroom door was shut down the hall. Molly’s nightlight cast a soft glow beneath her door. Domestic peace I was about to shatter.I stepped closer. “Celeste, what’s going on?”She laughed. Not amused. Not light. It sounded brittle, like glass snapping under pressure.“You tell me,” she said. “Aurora.”The word landed like a gunshot.My chest tightened instantly. “Who told you?”She stared at me as if I’d just confirm
Celeste’s POVI was holding a champagne flute I hadn’t touched for twenty minutes when Damien said it.Casually. Almost fondly.“It must’ve been a relief,” he remarked, adjusting his cufflinks with the same careful precision he used to apply to everything important, “having Ryan’s company to fall back on when Vanessa sabotaged Rosemary’s production line.”The room didn’t go quiet. The music didn’t stop. People kept laughing, kept networking, kept orbiting Aurelius Ventures’ marble-and-gold hall like moths drawn to prestige.But something inside me did.“My… what?” I asked, smiling because that’s what you do at corporate events when your spine is suddenly turning to glass.Damien frowned, genuinely confused. “Aurora,” he said. “Ryan and Steven’s firm. They stepped in quickly. Quietly. It was impressive, honestly.”The word echoed.Aurora.My ears rang. My heartbeat stuttered. For a split second, I thought I might be mishearing him, thought maybe exhaustion had finally scrambled my compr
Ryan’s POVI didn’t go to the event with Celeste. That decision alone felt like a fracture.I told her something important had come up, and that wasn’t a lie. It was just not the truth in the way she deserved it. The truth was heavier. The truth had teeth. The truth had my father’s voice wrapped around it, patient and relentless, waiting for me to stop pretending I could outrun it.The Edwards’ estate looked exactly the way it always had, immaculate, controlled, designed to make you feel small before you ever stepped inside. Gravel crunched beneath my tires as I pulled up, the sound too loud in the quiet. I sat there for a moment longer than necessary, my hands on the steering wheel, breathing through the pressure in my chest.This was where decisions got made. Not announced. Not celebrated. Decided.Maximilian was in his study when I was shown in. Of course he was. He always chose rooms that felt like chessboards: dark wood, sharp angles, walls lined with trophies disguised as legacy.
Celeste’s POVI stood in front of my bedroom mirror longer than I should have, fastening and unfastening the same earring like it might somehow decide the night for me.Aurelius Ventures. A company that existed half in whispers, half in invoices that never quite told the full story. And now, my company’s quiet partner.I had wanted Ryan there. More than wanted, I’d needed him. I’d asked him that morning, carefully, casually, like I wasn’t bracing for the answer.“I can’t,” he’d said, not meeting my eyes. “Something important came up.”Important had become a word I didn’t know how to translate anymore.So I went alone.The venue was understated in the way only dangerous money ever was, an old heritage building restored to perfection, no signage, no banners. Just valets who knew names without asking and security that smiled too little.Aurelius didn’t need to announce itself. Everyone invited already understood the privilege of being there.I felt the shift the moment I stepped inside. E







