MasukCeleste's POV
I fell backwards, his words hitting me like a wave of shock. "What?" He repeated his words, slowly this time like he was afraid I would ask for it again. I raised a brow at him. I barely knew this man. No, I didn't even know him at all, and he dared propose marriage to me. In such an absurd way too. I took a further step back and he smiled. "Is it really so surprising?" He asked, moving closer. "A contract marriage. I would not only save your company but also your reputation. Those lawsuits..." He paused, locking eyes with me. "Just forget about it." He said, and I bit my lip harder. I hated the fact that he was right, he really could be the one who would help me out of this misery and keep me away from it for a few more years but I wouldn't get married to a stranger. My face hardened. "I don't agree with your terms," I said, turning to walk out but he stopped me. "I know you won't. This is your first time seeing me after all." He said, taking steady steps forward and finally pausing a few inches from me. He stretched his hand out, "This is my card, you can make your findings. I'm sure you'll find me a good match. It also has my number on it, for when you are ready for the right decision." The way he spoke made me twitch. He was so certain that I would come back to his offer. I scoffed, pushing my way out. "You can't leave this company without this." He said, and I took a deep breath in. I turned, grabbed his card, and walked out. What a character! I stepped out of the company, looking back at the magnificent building that I had thought my hope lay in. I couldn't help but sneer before walking away. What a weird place. Such a waste of Viktor's goodwill. I rolled my eyes, walking away when my phone rang. I paused when I saw the caller—Yuna. I was scared she had more bad news but I took a deep breath and picked the call. "Miss. Millie has been found," Yuna said and my eyes widened immediately. "Really? Send me the details immediately." I said, and she hung up. I looked back at the company and I snickered, louder this time. To hell with his damn offer, I was still saved with or without it. I walked off with a smile on my face, taking huge big steps. Hudson Valley I glued myself to one of the guests to enter. My eyes scanned the place as soon as I was in, and I understood why she was here. Millie had always talked about attending parties like this. I had always let her do as she wished, giving her the invitation meant for me most of the time. I even promised to throw them away for her. I smiled, feeling more certain I would find her. I took slow, careful steps, my eyes scanning every chatting guest in the room but I didn't catch sight of Millie. My heart plunged deep. Had I celebrated too soon? I moved to a secluded corner, placing a call to Yuna. "Are you sure she's here? What if she had discovered you were watching and fled?" I asked, the last word hardly escaping my lips. "She's still there, and she couldn't have noticed us, you'll find her there for sure," Yuna spoke, making me feel more at ease. I nodded at her words before cutting the call. "I would definitely find her here," I said to myself. I was about to walk out when I sighted her. At first, I thought I was wrong but when she turned slightly, I recognized her immediately. It was really Millie. But she was different. Millie was putting on gold accessories with a million-dollar dress that she had always shown me that she would buy once she struck it rich. Was this what she had done with the company's funds? I moved closer, trying my best to keep calm and not draw any conclusions yet. "Millie," I called when I was closer to her. Millie turned, startled. For a moment, fear flashed through her eyes but it was soon replaced with disgust. "What are you doing here?" She eyed me, almost like we weren't still eating from the same bowl a few weeks ago. "It's Celeste," I said, shocked at her act but all she did was roll her eyes. "I wouldn't really have loved to recognize you but here I am. So, what do you want?" She said, and I gulped. I had never seen this side of hers before. "I got complaints after you left about inferior products and I still need you to solve them," I said. Millie chuckled as soon as she heard my words. "Solve them? What am I to solve?" She said, a tear dropping from how hard she laughed. "I used those materials because they saved money. And I have all the money I need. You can use the rest however you like." She said, her face carrying not even a single look of remorse. "Can you hear yourself? You just admitted to embezzlement, and changing the materials used." I spoke, but my words carried no weight in her ears. "And so what? I can never end up in jail, if anyone would, it would be you." Millie spoke, a smug look on her face. I stared at her, my brows furrowed. "Why?" That was all I managed to get out. I had always lied to myself that she had a use for the money that's why she took it. I never knew she had always seen me as someone she would eventually discard. "I needed the money, and I took it. You didn't really think I was with you for anything else apart from you?" She asked, and my knees wobbled. Millie turned away, smiled, and waved at someone coming in from a distance. Millie turned, her smile now vanished. "It's about time you leave this place. I don't want anyone knowing about our past relationship." She waved her hands in the air but I didn't back out. Only a cold smirk broke out on my face.RomanI watched Celeste walk away. Every step she took by his side seemed to irritate me more. The anger only lessened when I realized she only went with him because she saw the look on his face. Those puppy eyes. That damn guy stole her from me with puppy eyes. I sighed. I really wanted to have lunch with her.I knew her well enough now to understand what had happened. She wasn't agreeing to dinner because she suddenly had feelings for Viktor. She agreed because she felt responsible and because she cared.She was the kind of person who would hurt herself before hurting someone else. And somehow, that made the situation even worse.I stood there for several moments after she disappeared around the corner. My hands were shoved into my pockets.My jaw was tight. And there was enough fury underneath my calm expression to make most people uncomfortable.Unfortunately, I couldn't do anything about it. She was right. This was a contract. A stupid contract I shouldn't have agreed to and one
CelesteI knew arguing with Roman was pointless. The man had already decided I was leaving the office. Whether I agreed or not apparently wasn't part of the discussion.I sighed and picked up my bag. Roman looked entirely too pleased with himself."Good choice."I rolled my eyes. "Don't start.""You should always listen to me first.” He murmured, definitely smiling behind me. Sometimes I wonder why he does that. I agreed to do the job of being his wife, and I knew this was part of it, but he was enjoying it just too much. I ignored him and walked out of my office before he could say anything else.The employees immediately pretended they weren't watching again.I wasn't fooled. I made my way toward Yuna's office, pushed the door open, and stepped inside. She was typing away on her laptop. The moment she saw me, she smiled. "Leaving already?""Unfortunately." I adjusted my bag on my shoulder. "I won't be coming back today. You can sort everything out.” Yuna nodded. "Okay."I turned
Celeste The first thing I saw when I woke up was a flood of messages. Most of them came from the group chat Fiona had created before I left the hotel. I smiled immediately. Those women were impossible. Rachel had sent at least twenty messages overnight. Mia had complained about Rachel sending twenty messages overnight. Nora had reacted to all of them. And Fiona, somehow, had managed to keep the conversation on track. I was still smiling when a new message appeared. Fiona: Girls' party this weekend. Attendance is mandatory. A dozen replies followed instantly. I laughed. Then typed my own response. Me: I'm in. Almost immediately, reactions flooded in. Rachel: Yessss! Mia: Nobody escapes. Fiona: Good. We finally have a date. The discussion quickly turned into scheduling. After nearly fifteen minutes of debating everyone's availability, a date was finally chosen. Before the conversation could move on, Fiona tagged me. Fiona: How's the project? I smiled. Me: Still working
Roman The first thing I did after getting home was refuse to stay home. That probably sounded ridiculous. I had spent days wanting to come back, yet the moment I arrived, I arranged something else. I had to see Celeste first. And I arrived before they did. The restaurant overlooked the city through enormous glass windows. The lighting was soft, the atmosphere relaxed, and the food happened to be excellent. I checked my watch three times and checked it again. Apparently, Germany hadn't fixed my patience problem. My phone buzzed. It was a text message from Roland. We're on our way now, boss. I narrowed my eyes and texted back. What's taking so long? He replied immediately. She had to say goodbye to her friends. I sent another text. She doesn't know you're bringing her to me, right? After a few minutes, his response came in: She doesn't. But she's asking a lot of questions. I smiled. Typical of Celeste. I could already imagine how curious she'd have been seeing
Author’s POVRoman's thoughts didn't remain in Germany. He had to solve everything quick than usual. His mind was on Celeste. He knew she was in safe hands but there was one thing he couldn't deny….he missed her. He always had everything solved carefully. He'd assess and analyze the people's work and his partners proposal. But this time, he ignored everything and gave a pass just so he could quickly go back home to Celeste. Back to the woman who insisted she was fine while sounding like she was holding herself together with just a strand of hope left. The memory of her voice during their phone call still bothered him.She wasn't fine but she was safe. She wasn't fine, yet she lied to him. She lied to his face just so he wouldn't worry about her. But he couldn't help it. The realization irritated him more than he cared to admit.As the private jet cut through the clouds, Roman sat quietly by the window.Several documents rested untouched on the table beside him. For once, he ignored
Millie's POV "Don't ask questions, Millie. Just come here." His annoying voice raised my fury. The line went dead immediately afterward. I stared at my phone, then I stared some more. "What is wrong with him?" I murmured. I tossed the phone onto my bed and folded my arms. Lately, Throne had been acting stranger than usual. Not that he had ever been normal. The man practically breathed secrets. Still, something about today felt different. He sounded impatient. Then again, that wasn't exactly new. I rolled my eyes and stood from the bed. The room still looked terrible from my earlier outburst. The maids had cleaned up the broken glass, but some furniture remained out of place. A cracked mirror still sat against the wall. Seeing it only reminded me of Celeste. And my mood immediately worsened. Everything had gone wrong because of her. I walked toward the vanity and examined my reflection. The woman staring back at me was still beautiful. Still capable of getting what she want
Celeste's POVThe parents looked solemn, but they didn't demand that I pay for their child's life. The child's mother mentioned that he had always been ill and the death wasn't tied to the accident.I breathed a sigh of relief, quickly giving them a little compensation for their fault but I still
Celeste's POV“I'll definitely take care of it all. Just focus on finding the money we need.” Yuna assured me. I sniffed, cleaning the tears that fell from my eyes. “Okay,” I replied, cutting the call.My hand fell, and I held on tighter to the railings, letting the tears fall. I had never thoug
“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
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







