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CHAPTER 11
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The message still burned in Celeste’s mind: “The past isn’t dead. It’s hunting you both.” She didn’t sleep that night. Damien stayed close, but neither of them spoke much. Their silence was louder than words. By morning, Celeste had made her decision. “I want to see the old estate,” she said. Damien looked up, confused. “Which one?” “The one my mother used to visit. The one she left behind.” Damien’s jaw tensed. “It’s not safe there.” “Neither is anywhere else,” she said. “I need answers.” The drive was long and quiet. Trees grew wild on both sides of the road. The estate sat on a hill, forgotten and broken. Vines curled around stone walls. The windows were cracked. The gate hung crooked. Celeste stepped out of the car, heart racing. The place felt cold even under the sun. “This was hers,” she whispered. Damien stayed by the car. “I’ll keep watch.” She didn’t argue. This became a task she had to do on her very own. The front door made a noise as she pushed it open. Dust
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Celeste sat on the edge of the bed, nevertheless retaining the bloody glove she observed in Damien’s coat. Her hands shook. Her breath got here in short, shallow bursts. the entirety inside her screamed to run, however her heart whispered something else. The door creaked open. Damien stepped in, pale and bruised. His shirt was torn. His left arm hung limp. Blood stained the side of his pants. He gave the impression of being dragged through hell. “Damien,” she stated softly, rising to her feet. He met her eyes. It wasn’t me.” “I need to trust you,” she whispered, “But this was in your pocket.” She held up the glove. He gazed at it, then glanced away. “It’s not mine.” “Then whose is it?” Damien didn’t answer. He walked past her and sat on the armchair. He looked exhausted, broken. “Talk to me,” Celeste said. “Please. No more lies.” He looked at her for a long moment. Then he nodded. “You deserve the truth.” Celeste sat opposite him, clutching the glove like it was her only
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The sharp clang of crystal breaking against marble jolted Celeste into action. Chaos erupted across the grand ballroom. Her uncle's body convulsed on the floor, his limbs twitching unnaturally earlier than going still. Guests screamed and stumbled back. The music died with a screech. Waiters froze mid-step. Masks, once symbols of mystique, were now shields for panic. Celeste barely registered the panic around her. Her gaze shot toward the balcony. Damien was gone. She darted via the group, ignoring the whispers and the startled glances. Her breath stuck whilst she spotted his coat nevertheless at the chair near the balcony—the one he'd worn whilst dancing with her, disguised beneath a black velvet mask. Her arms trembled as she reached into the coat pocket, praying she wouldn’t find what she feared. Alternatively, she pulled out a single glove. It was soaked in something dark and drying. Blood. Before she could think, the estate’s security slammed the heavy ballroom doors shu
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The moon hung low over the town, casting silver light on the sprawling Deveraux property, wherein the masquerade ball shimmered with shadows and secrets. Celeste stood although for a moment at the pinnacle of the grand staircase, her breath shallow under the black lace mask protecting her face. All around her, human beings in silks and tuxedos twirled and laughed and clinked glasses. But beneath the track and laughter, anxiety simmered. She wasn’t here for the birthday party. Her gown shimmered in deep navy, tight enough to hide the blade strapped to her thigh and the mini-recorder tucked in her bodice. Somewhere in this house, her uncle Julius changed into hiding something—something about her father, about Damien, about everything that had torn her insides apart. Celeste descended the stairs with grace, offering a practiced smile as she passed through senators and CEOs. Her gaze flicked among the masks, alert for any signal of Damien. She hadn’t seen him considering the fact of t
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The morning air was heavy with fog as Celeste stepped out into the bustling city, the heels of her boots clicking at the sidewalk. She pulled her coat tighter, though it wasn’t the bloodlessness that made her shiver—it became the whole thing else. Everything she’d just learned. Her father might be alive.And Damien—he had known. He had lied. Again. She’d left the estate at dawn, needing space, clarity. But clarity didn’t come. Her mind reeled, images flashing like broken glass: her father’s face, half in shadow in that flickering video. His warning—don’t trust Damien. Don’t trust the Viper. What did it mean? She became a nook, seeking awareness, while something pricked at the back of her neck. A funny feeling in her guts—the one that had kept her alive this lengthy—whispered to her now. She was being watched. She slowed her pace, glanced at the display window of a closed boutique. Reflected in the glass, a man stood across the street. Gray hoodie, palms in pockets, head low. W
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CHAPTER 16 Morning daylight filtered through the bedroom home windows; however, it felt cold. Too vivid. Too harsh. Celeste sat on the edge of the mattress, observing the distance in which Damien was hours earlier. Now it becomes simply creased sheets and silence. Closing night’s warmth felt like a far-off reminiscence. The way he had touched her, held her, kissed her—it had felt actual. For a fleeting second, she had allowed herself to trust in something gentle under all the sharpness. But this morning, the whole lot became unique. The intimacy that had as soon as wrapped round her like a blanket was now unraveling thread by means of thread. She wrapped the robe tighter around herself and padded barefoot into the hallway. The ground became cool in opposition to her skin, just like the residence itself had turned in opposition to her. Downstairs, she ought to listen to voices—Damien’s, low and firm, issuing instructions to someone on his protection team. She hesitated at the pi
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