ログインRoman’s POV
"Go to bed, Celeste. We'll talk tomorrow morning." I mumbled.
Celeste looked at me from across the bed, her eyes still carrying a mixture of confusion, disbelief, and exhaustion.
The words felt rushed even to my own ears.
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Roman’s POV"Go to bed, Celeste. We'll talk tomorrow morning." I mumbled.Celeste looked at me from across the bed, her eyes still carrying a mixture of confusion, disbelief, and exhaustion.The words felt rushed even to my own ears.She opened her mouth as if she wanted to argue, but I stepped closer and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Please."She studied my face for a moment before finally nodding. "Okay."I knew I was pulling the fast string. I knew I was forcing things forward before she had enough time to think about everything that had happened.
Celeste’s POVI stared at Roman after he ended the call.My wife is hurt.The words replayed inside my head again and again. He didn't call me by my name; he had to use that title and that tone? What was this man up to? He had said it so naturally that it almost sounded real. Like we weren't trapped in some ridiculous contract marriage and we hadn't met barely a few days ago.I blinked several times.What the hell?My eyes narrowed slightly as I looked at him.Roman appeared completely unaffected. He casually placed his phone on the bedside table and looked at the red spot forming on my forehead.Not a single trace of awkwardness, not even embarrassment.Did he even realize what he had just said?I watched him for another few seconds before shaking my head.Forget it. Why was I even thinking about it?It was nothing. It's just a title. A temporary one for three years. That was all. Three years and we'd go our separate ways.I was overthinking it. Definitely overthinking it.Roman su
The tension hanging in the hallway didn't disappear immediately. After Viktor grabbed Celeste's wrist and declared she wasn't going anywhere with me, I was fully prepared for another fight. A part of me actually welcomed it. The first one had been interrupted too soon. But before either of us could say another word, Celeste turned toward Viktor. She simply looked at him without a word. Just one look, and Viktor stepped back. His grip loosened. Rhen completely disappeared. For a second, even I was surprised. Viktor looked away first. The anger remained on his face, but there was something else there, too. He clenched his jaw tightly before speaking. "Fine. Do whatever you want." Celeste didn't respond. Neither did I. Honestly, I didn't care what had just happened between them. All I cared about was the fact that Viktor had finally let go of her. Because whether he liked it or not, Celeste was my wife now. Contract or not, three years or not…she married me. And I wasn't about t
Roman’s POVAfter Celeste left the dining room, the atmosphere around the table became unbearable. Nobody seemed interested in eating anymore.My father looked disappointed, Throne looked furious, and Willow looked offended.But I didn't care. They stepped on the wrong toes.Millie…she was just there.As for me? I simply wanted to find my wife before she got herself into another argument.Not because I was worried. At least, that's what I told myself. I eventually excused myself and left the dining room.The mansion was large enou
Celeste’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the dining room, I kept walking. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care either. I just knew that if I remained at that table for one more minute, something terrible would happen.Something involving Millie. Possibly a plate or a fork. Maybe both will be thrown at her. I released a long breath as I moved through the hallways of the mansion. The sound of conversation gradually faded behind me until all I could hear was the soft clicking of my heels against the marble floor.I eventually found myself outside.The cool evening air greeted me immediately. A small breeze brushed against my face, carrying the scent of flowers from the gardens.For the first time that evening, I felt like I could breathe properly. I continued walking without any destination in mind. The stone pathway stretched ahead of me while decorative lights illuminated the gardens around the mansion.It should have been peaceful, beautiful, and relaxing. Guess it was
Roman's POVI felt the change in Celeste the moment her eyes were set on Millie. Her fingers stiffened in mine, her shoulders straightened. And then came the smile. Not the polite smile she had been wearing throughout the evening. Not the fake smile she kept throwing at me whenever she wanted to annoy me.This one was a genuine, victorious smile. I followed her gaze and immediately understood why. Millie's face had lost all color. She looked like she had seen a ghost.Her eyes darted from Celeste's face to our intertwined hands and back again. The disbelief was so obvious that I almost laughed.Apparently, Celeste becoming my wife wasn't part of her plans.I tightened my grip around Celeste's hand and pulled her slightly closer to my side.Instinctive and simple. Yet I felt her pause for half a second.Millie's expression worsened immediately.A maid quickly appeared beside us, "Dinner is ready, sir."Her voice broke the silent tension growing between the two women.Another set of f
“Miss Celeste!” Yuna yelled. “What is it this time?”She grabbed my wrist. “You’re getting married tomorrow?!”Rumors spread faster than the truth in this city.I sighed and stepped aside, letting her in. “Come inside before you start shouting in the hallway.”Yuna followed me in but didn’t calm
Celeste's POVMy hands began to shake as I stared at his hardened face. Had he already seen through my act? I took in a shaky breath."Act?" I asked, about to crack a smile when he spoke again. "The exclusive guests don't use this entrance. Your act can't trick me." He said, signalling to his coll
Celeste's POV "You're done talking. Now it's my turn. Since you've admitted to it, then come with me to court today. It's about time the misunderstanding was settled." I grabbed her right on her hand, she struggled to get free while I dragged her out. "Taking me there will only make your sente
I looked down at the contract, my fingers hovering over the paper. The pen remained clenched tightly in my hand, yet I couldn't bring myself to sign. This was it. The moment I had been running from. Just a few hours ago, I had called this man absurd. Now, I was sitting across from him, preparing







