Chapter 411

Celeste’s POVThe wine made everything softer around the edges.Or sharper.I wasn’t sure which.I set my cup down carefully, afraid that if I held onto it any longer, I’d keep hiding behind the warmth instead of saying what had been clawing its way up my throat.“You hurt me.”The words weren’t loud. They weren’t sharp.They were honest.Damien stilled across from me.I didn’t look at him right away. I stared at the floor, at the way the late sunlight painted long shadows across the empty shop, at the future we’d been laughing about minutes ago—fragile now, trembling beneath the burden of the past.“I never said it before,” I continued. “Not properly. I didn’t know how. Or maybe I was afraid that if I did, I’d break something I couldn’t put back together.”I swallowed.“I felt abandoned,” I said. “Completely. Like you left me alone in the middle of a storm and decided I’d figure it out if I was strong enough.”My fingers curled into my palm. “You controlled everything—my choices, my

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Damien’s POVThe next day, I found her standing in the middle of the shop, sleeves rolled up, hair tied back loosely, a pencil tucked behind her ear.She looked… busy. Focused. Alive. Perhaps even glowing. For a while, I remembered last night. How terrible I felt about what I’ve done to her. How her pain seemed to burden my heart. And yet toward the end, it was liberating.She stood there staring at the walls like they were already dressed—imagining shelves, racks, mirrors, stories. Every few seconds, she scribbled something down, stepped back, tilted her head, then nodded to herself.I didn’t interrupt right away.I watched.Not like I used to—calculating, planning three steps ahead, thinking about outcomes and contingencies. This time, I just let myself see her. The way she chewed lightly on the pencil when she was thinking. The quiet confidence in her posture. The fact that this—this space, this future—was hers.“Taking notes on the walls now?” I said lightly.She startled, then l

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Nico’s POV“Fence line on the west pasture needs one more pass.”“I’m on it,” I said, already moving.The day before opening felt like controlled chaos—the kind that looked organized from a distance but threatened to unravel if anyone blinked too long. The sun had barely cleared the hills when we started, and by midmorning the ranch was already filled with voices, engines, hooves, and nerves.Tomorrow, the gates would open.Families. Kids. Free horse rides. Hay bales stacked just right for photos. Smiles wide enough to sell the dream that this place was effortless, welcoming, safe.A dream that had cost too much to fail.I worked alongside everyone else—checking fence tension, testing the automatic waterers, watching staff rehearse greetings like actors before opening night.“Remember,” Martha called out, clipboard tucked under her arm, “no crowding near the stables. We stagger the rides.”“Yes, ma’am,” someone answered in unison.I wiped sweat from my brow and leaned against a post f

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Genevieve’s POVI told myself I would talk to her after this.Just one conversation. One truth spilled and done with. Sister or not, I couldn’t keep circling Hazel like a ghost haunting her life. The night air was cool, the park lamps casting soft halos that didn’t quite reach the shadows. Hazel stood near the edge of the square, posture casual, phone in hand, pretending she was just another model waiting on a ride. She always did that—made danger look ordinary. Just like me. I stood a few paces away, angled just right to blend into the evening foot traffic, listening as their conversation sharpened and shifted.The man arrived late.That was the first sign.He was tall, jittery, hoodie pulled low despite the mild weather. He didn’t greet her. Didn’t smile. He went straight to business, voice low, sharp.“You’re late,” he snapped.Hazel lifted one shoulder. “Traffic.”“Bullshit.”I felt it then. The shift. The wrongness crawling under my skin.She passed him the small package with p

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Harper’s POVMichael was scrolling through his phone, thumb moving in that focused rhythm he had when he was lining things up in his head. The windows were open, evening air drifting in, carrying the faint scent of lavender and something warm from the kitchen.“Hey,” he said, like it was nothing. “I talked to my contact today.”I looked up from where I was curled on the sofa. “About the papers?”“Yeah.” He hesitated, then sat down across from me, resting his elbows on his knees. “So… it’ll actually be easier if you go back to the U.S. for a short time.”I blinked. “Back?”“Just temporarily,” he said quickly. “A few weeks at most. My contact can process everything cleaner if you’re stateside. Less red tape. Less back-and-forth.”“Oh,” I said, keeping my voice light.He reached for my hand. “Hey, don’t worry, okay? You’ll be home, you’ll see some of your friends and family, and then you come back. We do this the easy way.”I nodded. “Right. That makes sense.”“It’s just practical,” he a

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