All Chapters of Wedded To My Enemy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

SEVASTIANIt was 5:30 in the evening when I returned to Natasha’s mansion, my pulse a steady roar in my ears. The moment I received the call from Aunt Priscilla—that Celestina had left, leaving Leo and her friends under Ortega’s care—I felt something inside me snap.I barely remembered the drive. I only remembered pressing my foot down on the gas, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles turned white, and replaying every single thing she had said, every moment leading up to this.But none of it prepared me for the sight of her empty room.I stood there, breathing heavily, my eyes sweeping over the vacant space that once carried her presence. The scent of her perfume still lingered in the air—a soft, delicate trace of jasmine and something uniquely hers. The bed was made, the closet doors slightly ajar, but stripped bare of her clothes.Gone.The realization settled like a blade to my gut, twisting cruelly.I stormed out, my strides heavy with barely restrained fury as I made my way to N

PRISCILLAThe moment Mateo and Kai escorted Valeria to the guest room, I turned to Natasha, my expression unreadable."It seems those three know more than they’re letting on." My voice was low, but there was no mistaking the edge in my tone.Natasha exhaled sharply, crossing her arms. "They’ve seen what’s happening inside Valeztina. That much is clear."I narrowed my eyes. Valeria’s reaction earlier—it wasn’t just grief. It was knowledge. She had felt something, and now I was sure. The BlackEagle protégé—Celestina’s own people—were hiding something."Let’s start with that woman. Lilia." I made my decision quickly. If there was anyone who would crack first, it would be her.Natasha gave me a curt nod before we both turned and left the drawing room, our steps swift and deliberate as we headed toward the secluded chamber where I had given them sanctuary.The door creaked slightly as Natasha pushed it open with more force than necessary.Lilia jumped.The second she saw us, she panicked,

CELESTINAA smirk tugged at my lips as I scanned the room, my gaze drifting over familiar faces frozen in shock. It had been a year since I meticulously planned this moment. After a year of suffering, bleeding, and fighting myself to survive from that wrath, I was able to reclaim my freedom. Now, standing in front of them, feeling the weight of all their stunned gazes on me, it was all worth it.I could see the how and why in their faces. In my peripheral vision, I caught sight of Valeria, my twin sister.Her wide eyes, the slight parting of her lips, the way her fingers tightened around the delicate stem of her glass. Shock, disbelief, questions that she dared not voice aloud. She wasn’t the only one. The Ortega’s, too, sat in varying degrees of surprise, their expressions wavering between confusion and wariness.Good. It’s working under my plan. But then, just as I basked in the silent triumph of my return, my gaze shifted and I felt the floor tilt beneath me.Sevastian, my e

CELESTINAI wasn’t sure how long I had been mingling with guests, exchanging pleasantries that meant nothing, and sipping wine that barely left a burn in my throat. The whole night had been a performance, one I had spent months preparing for. And yet, despite the success of my return, a strange weight pressed against my chest.Maybe it was exhaustion or maybe it was the presence of him, one I had buried but never truly let go of.I turned slightly and whispered to Elias, “Would you mind entertaining them for a bit?”He glanced down at me, his gaze sharp, assessing me. “Are you tired? Would you like me to—”I silenced him by pressing a finger to his lips, a soft chuckle escaping me. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I just need some air. I’ll be in the garden.”His expression didn’t change, but I knew Elias too well. He wasn’t convinced. “Then I’ll come find you later.” He whispered.I nodded, offering him a small smile before slipping away into the dimly lit corridor leading to the garden.T

CELESTINAA sharp, pounding ache throbbed in my skull the moment I opened my eyes. I winced, pressing my fingers against my temple as I pushed myself up. My body felt heavy, sluggish like I’d been drugged.The soft sheets pooled around my waist as I shifted, confusion settling in.I was in bed.Not some dingy, blood-stained floor. Not tied to a chair with Hector’s disgusting hands gripping my face.I blinked rapidly, my gaze darting around the dimly lit room.My chest loosened when I spotted Elias sitting on the couch.He was leaned back, legs crossed, casually flipping through a book, as if nothing had happened. As if I hadn’t just been ripped from the jaws of something ugly.“You’re awake.” His voice was flat, devoid of surprise. He didn’t even look up from his damn book.I exhaled slowly, leaning against the headboard.“How the hell did I end up here?” My voice was hoarse, raw from whatever Hector’s men had done to me. “Last thing I remember, that bastard had his hands on me—”“L