“You fell for it.”Celeste stood at the entrance, palms crossed. Her mom looked up from the table, amazed.“What are you speaking about?” she asked.“The plan I told you yesterday. About the vault in the east wing.” Celeste walked closer, her voice sharp. “I never told anyone else. Only you.”Her mother’s face went pale.“And guess who showed up there with twenty armed men?”Celeste slammed her phone on the table. “Rylan.”Silence stuffed the room. Her mother stood up slowly.“Celeste, I can explain—”“Don’t.” Celeste’s voice was cold. “I trusted you. I thought maybe you really cared about me.”Her mother reached out, but Celeste stepped back.“You sold me out to Rylan,” Celeste said, her chest tightening. “Your own daughter.”“It’s not what you think ,” her mother said, her arms shaking. “He threatened to kill Mila. I had no choice.”“There’s usually a choice.” Celeste’s eyes burned, but she refused to cry. “You selected him over me.”Her mom came across the table. “Everything I’ve do
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