Celeste pov. “Perfect.” I muttered to myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, not because I looked pretty, but because once again, I had successfully hidden the bruises on my face. It was almost amusing, really, that the only reason I’d ever learned how to do makeup was solely to cover up the marks left by my mother-in-law’s slaps. But this time, as I placed the blush back on the vanity, I didn’t feel the usual sadness. Instead, I felt empty. I stood up from the stool, gave myself one last look, then reached for my bag and walked out of the room. Today was the day Ethan and I were meeting the marriage therapist. After what happened yesterday, I hadn’t left my room. I’d locked myself in and drowned in my thoughts. I didn’t cry, nor did I step outside, not even when the ache in my stomach worsened from going two days without food. I just let myself sit in silence, thinking about everything. It wasn’t until around 6 am that Ethan stopped by my door and told me we ha
Celeste pov “What are you saying, Celeste? Fell down the stairs? Your—your face is all bruised. Oh my God, Celeste. What did they do to you?” Emma cried out, her voice trembling. I watched as tears began to stream down her cheeks, and for a brief moment, it felt like my heart was about to shatter. Seeing my best friend cry for me made the pain even harder to bear. Emma had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Our mothers knew each other, and we’d been close since childhood. We played with the same toys, gushed over our celebrity crushes, got drunk together for the first time, and even went to the same university. She had been with me through every chapter of my life—protecting me, loving me. Now that I thought about it, she had practically been the sister Liora never was. However, Emma was only a lawyer, and even though she desperately wanted to help me, I knew she couldn’t do anything against that man. So I made my decision. To destroy Ethan Maddox but not w
Celeste pov. Everywhere was silent. Everyone was stunned. The only sounds I could hear were my heartbeat, my ragged breaths, and the ticking of the clock, like it was counting down to something. Something terrifying that might happen. My hand stung from the slap, but as I watched my mother-in-law’s face jerk to the side, her eyes wide with disbelief and shock, I felt nothing but a deep sense of satisfaction. This was nothing compared to what she used to do to me when Ethan wasn’t home. Whenever she and Madison came to visit, she treated me like nothing more than a maid. She would make me cook for her and Madison whenever she pleased, and if the food was even a little salty or slightly too spicy, she would force me to cook it again and again until I got the taste just right. Sometimes, when she got really angry that I wasn’t getting it right, she would throw the food over my head and call me useless. She’d make me do her laundry and Madison’s too but I didn’t mind a
Celeste pov. When I was a child, I had a nightmare—one so terrifying it made me scream and gasp for air, one that left my body trembling and my heart pounding. I’ve never forgotten that nightmare or the way it continued to haunt me, even to this day. In it, I was alone in the middle of the sea at night. There was no one in sight, no land, just endless, stretching water all around me. And despite the fact that I was in the cold, freezing water, I wasn’t drowning. I wasn’t dying. But most of all, I couldn’t move. It felt as though an invisible rope was holding me in place, trapping me. Instead, I stayed afloat, my whole body submerged in water with only my head above the surface, while all I could do was stare as a number of sharks swarmed beneath me. They circled around me silently, like predators waiting for the moment I lost all strength and sank fully into the depths, before they struck, before they attacked. But what truly terrified me wasn’t the sharks, or even the fact th
Celeste pov. I had married the devil. I had always known this. The man who smiled for the public and spoke passionately about changing the country for the greater good was the same man who embezzled public funds and mocked how stupid and gullible the citizens were. The man who visited orphanages to donate and spend time with less privileged children was the same man who came home afterward and scrub his hands in disgust, like their touch was filth he needed to wash off. The people’s politician. That’s what they called him. The man who should win the presidential election. The man who would supposedly change the nation. The kind, selfless man who put others’ wellbeing before his own. That was the same man now staring at me, a sickening glint in his eyes as my body trembled with fear and disbelief. Jace had told Ethan everything I’d confided in him. He’d called Ethan a cruel man. Said he would publish the truth, told me not to worry, that everything would be fine, only
Rowan pov. "Do you know that the human mind is a complicated little thing?" I began, my voice low and emotionless as I rested my head on my hand. "It’s fascinating how it makes you feel so many things, happiness, sadness, pain, pleasure, and relief. That small organ holds an entire world of emotions and thoughts. But do you know what’s even more amusing? The way it pushes you to make unexpected decisions and take surprising actions, especially when you’re cornered. It reveals a side of you that even you didn’t know existed." I tilted my head slightly, lost in thought. "Take, for instance, someone who wouldn’t hurt a fly. They're kind, compassionate toward every living creature, holding firmly to the belief that no one should suffer pain. But what if that person’s life were suddenly threatened? What if they were faced with a choice— kill or be killed?" I leaned back, a humorless smirk tugging at my lips. "What do you think would be going through that person’s mind at that mo