All Chapters of Ruthless Vows: The Billionaire Revenge: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“She’s not dead.”Damien stared at the image on his smartphone. His face went light.Celeste snatched it from his hand. Her mother’s face stared back at her — alive, breathing, a gun pressed against her temple. “This is impossible.” Her voice shook. “I watched her die. I saw the blood.”“Bodies can be faked.” Her brother stepped closer. “The families have been doing it for decades.”Mila looked up from her laptop. “The metadata on this photo… it was taken twenty minutes ago.”Twenty minutes. Her mother had been alive this whole time.Celeste read the message again: The lighthouse. Dawn. Come alone.“It’s a trap,” Damien said. “They want you isolated.”“I don’t care.” Celeste stood. “If there’s even a chance she’s alive, I’m going.”“Then we all go.” Her brother checked his weapon.“No.” Celeste turned. “They said alone. If I bring anyone, they’ll kill her.”Damien grabbed her arm. “And if you go alone, they’ll kill you both.”“Maybe.” She pulled away. “But I’m still going.”The room f

"Hello, Celeste."Damien's mother stood in the doorway. Alive. Smiling. Her arm linked with Celeste's brother.Celeste's world stopped. "No.""Yes." The woman stepped forward. Her heels clicked at the stone ground. "amazed?"Damien went pale. "Mom?""Hello, darling." She checked out her son with cold eyes. "Did you omit me?""You died." Damien's voice cracked. "i used to be at your funeral.""You had been at a show." She corrected me. "a completely convincing one."Celeste looked at her brother. "You knew about this?""i discovered out recently." He wouldn't meet her eyes. "I desired to tell you.""but you didn't." Celeste felt betrayed again.Victoria moved beside Celeste. "Catherine. I should have known you were behind this."Catherine. That was Damien's mother's name."Behind what?" Catherine smiled wider. "A family reunion?""A trap." Victoria said."Maybe." Catherine gestured to her armed men. "Or maybe just a conversation."Celeste gripped the hard drive tighter. "What do you wa

"We release it all. Tonight."Celeste dropped the hard drive on the table. It was tiny and plain. Yet it held everything—secrets, lies, dirty deals. Generations of crime fit inside that little thing.Damien stared. He gave the look of a bomb."You can not be critical," he stated."I'm," she stated. Her voice changed into constant, even though her hands trembled. They hadn't slept. Her ribs still hurt from the vault. None of that mattered now."Do you understand what this means?” Damien asked. "Once it goes out, the world changes. People will panic.""Let it change," she said. "Let it burn."He jumped up. His chair scraped the floor. "Celeste, listen. This isn't only about the families. This is about systems. Banks. Hospitals. Governments. Millions depend on them.""Systems built on blood and corruption," she said."Systems that keep people alive," he answered.She met his eyes. "How many died to build those systems?"He had no response. He checked her out like she turned into a strang

“Mom?”Celeste froze. Her body stopped moving. Her mother sat in the driver’s seat—alive. Not a dream. Not a memory. Real.“Get in,” her mother said again. Her voice was quick, sharp. “We don’t have time.”Celeste blinked, shaking her head slowly. “You’re dead. I saw your body.”“You saw what they wanted you to see. Now get in before they find us.”Gunshots cracked in the distance. The building behind them rumbled. Mila grabbed Celeste’s hand.“Who is she?” Mila whispered.Celeste couldn’t answer. Her chest hurt. Her thoughts scattered. Her mother looked thinner, older, but her eyes—those same eyes. The ones Celeste had cried over for ten long years.“Celeste!” her mother barked. “I didn’t fake my death for ten years to watch you die now. Get in!”That tone. That voice. It snapped Celeste back. She pulled Mila into the back seat. The car shot forward before the door closed.“Where’s Damien?” Celeste asked, holding onto the seat.“Still fighting,” her mother said. ““He’ll be fine.”Cel

"I'm going to her."Damien grabbed Celeste's arm. "No. It's a trap.""I don't care.""She wants you alone. That means dead.""Or she wants to talk. I have to know."Marcus stepped in. "We don't have time. More guards are coming. We need to move."Celeste looked at Damien. His face was bruised. Blood dried on his lip. They'd hurt him. She almost lost him."I'm not leaving without answers," she said."Then we go together," Damien said. "Or not at all.""She said alone.""And I said together."An explosion shook the building. Dust rained down."Both of you shut up and follow me," Marcus snapped. "I know another way."They ran through twisting corridors. Past cells. Prisoners called out or just stared. Celeste wanted to free them all. But no time.Another explosion. Closer. The fortress was falling apart."What did Lucian do?" she shouted."Set charges. Timed detonations. Destroying the place.""With us inside?""Does not count to him."They burst via a door right into a stairwell. Climbi