All Chapters of Ruthless Vows: The Billionaire Revenge: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Do it then. Press it."Celeste's voice got here regularly even though her heart became hammering in opposition to her ribs. Her mom stood across from her in the ruins of the ballroom, smoke still rising from the final explosion. The detonator sat in her palm like a crimson promise of loss of life.Her mom smiled. That cold smile Celeste had seen a thousand instances developing up. "you observed I might not?""I suppose you are a coward who hides behind threats." Celeste took a breakthrough. Glass crunched below her boots. "you've got been bluffing your whole lifestyles."in the back of her, Damien shifted. She may want to experience his anxiety. He desired to hurry forward, to forestall this. but they each knew one incorrect pass could cease the entirety.Her mom's finger hovered over the button. "the whole thing I did changed into to protect you. To make you strong.""You made me a weapon," Celeste stated. "there is a difference.”"Then watch what weapons can do."Her mother pressed

“She’s burning up again.”Damien pressed a moist material to Celeste’s brow. It had been three lengthy days because they escaped the Belmont property. 3 days hiding in this antique, half-damaged safehouse within the middle of nowhere. 3 days of looking at her fight the contamination and waft inside and outside of fevered dreams.“The antibiotics aren’t kicking in fast enough,” Mila stated quietly from the entrance. She appeared like she hadn’t slept in per week. None of them had.Celeste’s brother paced the small living room, strolling his hand through his hair. “We need a real doctor.”“Too risky,” Damien said, not even looking up. “Every hospital is being watched. One visit and we’re done.”“So we just sit here and watch her die?”“She’s not going to die.” Damien’s tone was sharp. Unshakeable. Like he could make it true just by saying it.But Celeste felt like she was dying. Everything was heat and noise and broken pieces of memory. Her mother’s face. The fire at the estate. Elena t

"I was supposed to kill you while you turned eighteen."Celeste's brother spoke without looking at her. They were still watching the video feed. Seraphina wearing Celeste's face. The world is about to blow up."What?" Celeste turned to him."My final assignment. They trained me for my whole life." He finally met her eyes. "On your eighteenth birthday, I was supposed to put a bullet on your head."Damien moved nearer. His hand went to his gun. "And?""And that I could not do it. I ran instead. That's when they erased me. Made everyone think I was dead. Hunted me for years." Her brother's voice was flat. Empty. "But my memories are coming back now. All of them. Every horrible thing they made me do."The room felt too small. Celeste couldn't breathe. "Why are you telling me this now?""Because we're out of time. Your twin just killed someone important on that video. Started something we can't stop. And the only way to fix it is if I tell you everything I know.""Then talk," Damien said.

"They want to make me king."Damien stated it like he was confessing to murder. They have been nonetheless in the ruins….still trying to process the whole thing Viktor had instructed them.Celeste stared at him. "What?""The Kavanagh faction. The ones who survived. They reached out two days ago. Offered me leadership of a new unified dynasty." Damien looked away. "I didn’t tell you because I knew what you’d think.""What do I think?" Celeste felt anger rising. "You kept this from me?""I was going to refuse. I just needed time to figure out how.""Time? We don’t have time. We’re being hunted. My twin is starting wars. Mila’s captured. And you’re thinking about becoming king?"Viktor cleared his throat. "If I may interrupt. The offer isn’t just about power. It’s about resources. The Kavanagh faction still controls shipping routes. Banks. Weapons suppliers. Everything you need to win this war.""I don’t want to win by becoming what we’re fighting against," Damien said."Then you’ll lose

“You cherished her, didn’t you?”Marcus iced over at the entrance. For a while, he didn’t even blink. It became like he’d forgotten the way to breathe. Celeste saw the shade drain properly out of his face.“Answer me,” she stated, quieter this time.He didn’t. Not in the beginning. For years, he’d been more than a tutor. He’d taught her everything—languages, history, approach, survival. He was the one who never walked away. The only person she trusted.And now, he was a traitor.Marcus in the end stepped in and closed the door. His palms have been shaking.“yes,” he stated after a long pause. “I loved your mother.”The words hit her like a knife.Celeste’s stomach twisted. She’d found the proof an hour ago—hidden notes, codes, payment records. All pointing back to the Belmonts. He’d been leaking information for months.“How long?” she asked, her voice tight.He looked down. “Since before you were born.”Her heart stopped for a moment. “You mean… twenty-five years?”He gave a small nod