His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.
View MoreCELESTINASevastian gently laid me down on the bed, his movements surprisingly careful, as if I am something fragile that needs to be taken good care of. I looked up at him, studying his face — sharp angles, a strong jawline, and those piercing eyes that usually carried a cold and deadly warning to those who offended him. But now, they were different, It was softened in a way I wasn’t used to see. I still couldn’t quite wrap my mind around how he had managed to find me or why he had come at all. Yet, despite everything, a part of me felt... thankful. I was thankful that he was here, that he hadn’t hesitated to pull me out of that room. Ironically, Sevastian was known for being a cold ruthless devil, he was feared by many. But who wouldn’t think that he’s capable of being gentle? When he wasn’t even gentle on our first night? He was rough like an animal who’s been thirsty for many years. But somehow, what he did, comforted me. His presence brings light when I was consumed by my
SEVASTIANCelestina trembled in my arms, her frail body pressing against mine as though she were trying to melt into the safety I offered. Her breathing was shallow, each inhale shaky, as if the air itself betrayed her.“Wife…” I called softly, my voice as gentle as I could manage. But she didn’t respond. Her lips moved faintly, forming words too fragile to carry far.“Please… stop…” she whispered, the sound so faint it nearly broke me. Her voice was drenched in fear, hollow, as though she were still trapped in whatever dark memory haunted her.I tightened my hold, not to confine her, but to offer the comfort she wouldn’t ask for. Her fragility was far from the Celestina I used to know.Celestina was bold, confident, and unapologetically cocky. She lived to challenge me, whether with her words or her piercing, defiant stares.And she refused to let me see her vulnerable side, always guarding herself against me. But today was different, far worse than I expected. She endured my p
NATASHAWhile heading back to Neo’s room, the entire villa was suddenly plunged into darkness. A sudden blackout came into my villa. I froze, momentarily startled, before I heard the unmistakable sound of hurried footsteps approaching. Elena’s familiar figure emerged from the faint glow of emergency lights that lined the hallways.“What happened?” I asked, my tone sharp but calm.“Ma’am, there’s been an issue with the electricity,” Elena informed me, her voice steady despite the situation.“An issue?” I repeated, my eyebrows knitting together in suspicion.Elena hesitated, then added with a pointed look, “To be precise, someone sabotaged the system.”My lips curved into a slow smirk. Of course, it was Sevastian. That arrogant fool, did he really think cutting the power would somehow give him an advantage? How painfully predictable.“Tell Malric to fix it immediately,” I instructed. Elena nodded. “Yes, ma’am,” she said before hurrying off.Left alone, I leaned casually against th
SEVASTIANAfter Celestina’s disappearance, I knew someone within my estate had aided her escape. There was no way she could have slipped past my security alone, and it was equally unlikely my men failed to locate her without external interference. The timing wasn’t coincidental, Natasha’s abrupt departure from the mansion aligned perfectly with my wife’s vanishing act. It all pointed to one conclusion. Natasha had hidden her, and I was certain she was here, in her villa. Hiding somewhere away from eyes. As I lounged on the couch. Suddenly, someone interrupted my peace. “Sir, your room is already prepared. Would you like to see it now?”I looked up to see who it was. It was Elena, Natasha’s trusted head maid in this villa. She’s standing beside me. “I’ll check it later,” I replied casually, my fingers lazily swiping at the screen.Her gaze flickered to my phone. “I heard your wife is missing,” she remarked. “You don’t seem too concerned, though.” She added while darting at the s
NATASHAThe moment I received the call that Sevastian was on his way, I knew I had to act quickly. I immediately called Neo into my office, his curious eyes lighting up as he noticed my serious expression.“Neo, listen carefully,” I began, crouching down to meet his gaze. “Your uncle Sevastian is coming, and I need you to hide your Aunt Celestina in your secret place. Don’t let her out until I say it’s safe.”Neo tilted his head, a hint of mischief playing on his lips. “Why do I need to hide her?”I sighed, trying to keep my tone calm. “Because your uncle is in one of his moods, and if Celestina finds out he’s here, she might try to run again. You don’t want her to get hurt, right?”His face turned serious as he nodded. “Got it. But... should I tell her uncle Sevastian is your cousin?”My expression hardened. “No. Not a word. She doesn’t need to know that right now. Just focus on keeping her safe, alright?”He gave me a firm nod, and with that, he was off to carry out my instructions
CELESTINAAfter Elena showed me to the guest room, I finally felt a semblance of ease. The room was warm and inviting, its soft hues of cream and gold a stark contrast to the cold confines of Sevastian’s world. Yet, even as I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind wandered restlessly.What about my friends? Had they managed to escape safely? Or have they already been caught? I shook my head. No, they shouldn’t be. I need them to protect Leo from the Ortega’s. If I can find a place to settle, I will get Leo and bring her to Switzerland. That’s only the safest place I can hide him. A place away from those people who only want to harm him. Knock! Knock!A sudden knock at the door startled me, and made me flinch. Before I could respond, a calm, polite voice spoke from the other side.“Ma’am, this is Dolores, one of the servants in the mansion. The head maid, Elena, has asked me to assist you and escort you to Madam’s office.”I rose quickly and walked to the door, opening it to find a ki
NATASHAI was not expecting Sevastian’s wife to suddenly throw herself into my car, let alone look as though she had just escaped a war zone. Her eyes darted around nervously, her chest heaving as if she had been running for her life.But what truly surprised me was the sheer panic that flickered across her face when she realized someone was already inside the car.“Where should I bring you?” I asked, my voice calm, though I couldn’t help the hint of curiosity creeping in.She didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze lingered outside the window, her shoulders tense as if bracing for the sound of someone pounding on the car door. Then, slowly, she turned to face me.“I don’t know…” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap, and she lowered her gaze. “I just want to go somewhere… anywhere, away from Sevastian.”Her words hung in the air, heavy with exhaustion with fear and despair. I couldn’t quite tell, but the rawness of her tone tugged at s
CELESTINAI was already awake when I felt someone’s intense gaze through me. My body remained still, my breaths slow and unsteady as I feigned a deep sleep they likely assumed I was in. But who is it? I felt more than one person inside of this room. “But because she had a child with Bristol, that child must die. We can’t afford an heir who isn’t of Ortega blood.” A woman’s voice cut through the silence. Beneath the blanket, my hand clenched tightly around the bedcover, the fabric twisting under my grip. It was a small mercy that the blanket shielded the trembling rage running through my fingers, or else I will find the finest glass to slit her neck. Who was this woman? I didn’t recognize her voice, but the malice in her tone makes my hands itch to kill her. I swear, if she touches him I will burn her to hell. I had to protect him. Whatever it took, I had to get him away from here, from them. Leo isn’t safe anymore, I must hide him again. “And I will be the one to find t
SEVASTIANThree days had passed since Celestina collapsed, slipping into a state of unconsciousness that felt as heavy as the guilt I refused to acknowledge. The silence in our home was louder than my pride, but I was too stubborn to let it crack me open.Since she hasn't returned to her original state. I called our family doctor. To be precise, my cousin Natasha Ortega. She had her medical bag slung over one shoulder, a stethoscope draped like a noose around her neck as she examined my wife. When she was done, she turned to me, her dark eyes sharp enough to cut through bone. “Stress,” she said bluntly, slipping the stethoscope into her coat pocket. “And, judging by the bruises on her arm, I’m guessing you had a part to play in this.”I didn’t flinch, but her words were a bit harder than I wanted to admit. “She brought it on herself,” I replied shamelessly, my voice cold and unrepentant. I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest. “If she had just begged like
CELESTINAThe cold edge of my knife rested against Sevastian Ortega’s throat, hanging like a sharp edge enough to draw blood. His dark, soulless eyes stared down at me with the kind of contempt that made my skin crawl. But I didn’t flinch, I couldn’t, not in front of a man like him. He’s a tyrant wrapped in charm, a devil in diguised. If I showed even the slightest hint of weakness, I knew he would shatter me into pieces. “What the hell are you plotting?” I demanded, my voice sharp and steady despite the knot tightening in my gut. Sevastian didn’t answer right away. He just stood in front of me calmly, as if the knife at his neck was nothing more than a toy that cannot threaten his life. I hate it. I hate how composed he is while I am infuriating with rage. His dark brown eyes bore through me, making a hole in the depths of my soul.I saw his tongue poke his cheek before he spoke. “Marriage.” His deep baritone voice suddenly echoed to my ears. I blinked. For a second, I t...
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