All Chapters of Ruthless Vows: The Billionaire Revenge: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"They want you to lead them."Celeste stared at Marcus. Her brother stood in the doorway of the safehouse, face serious. Behind him, three humans waited, tired, scared… hopeful."I cannot," she stated. "i'm no longer a pacesetter.""You destroyed the households," Marcus said. "You uncovered them. Human beings are searching for a person to follow."Damien stepped up in the back of her, hand on her shoulder. "You do not ought to try this.""But what if I have to?" she whispered.The three people stepped forward. One changed into an older lady, grey hair, type eyes. "Miss Ravencroft, my daughter turned into trafficked through the Belmonts. You stored her. Please. We need a person who understands."Celeste felt her throat tighten. She looked at Damien. He nodded slowly."What do they want from me?" she asked."A voice," the woman said. "Someone to speak for us. To make sure this never happens again."Marcus crossed his arms. "There’s going to be a public assembly. Survivors. Former victim

"You're supposed to be useless."Celeste's voice came out flat. She stared at the antique man in front of her. Her grandfather. lifeless before she became even born—or so she'd been informed.He smiled, but there was no warm temperature in it. "Death's quite beneficial while you want to disappear."The court had emptied out. Just a handful of humans left now. Damien stood properly subsequent to her. Marcus located himself between them and the antique man."Why are you here?""due to the fact you're in an extra chance than you realise.”"From who?" Damien asked, voice sharp.The old man's eyes moved to him. "From something that's existed longer than any people."Celeste's stomach grew. some other hazard. some other buried secret. Could this nightmare ever in reality quit?"Start talking."Her grandfather took a step closer. Guards moved to dam him, but he just raised his hand. "i am now not armed. simply an vintage guy with some belongings you need to know.""matters you may've shared

"Don't touch it."Celeste's voice cut through the stale air. Her hand shot out, stopping Damien inches from the glowing console.He looked at her. "We got here in all this manner. We want to know.""knowing may get us killed."The room hummed with electricity. Ancient machines lined the walls, dirt-protected however nonetheless going for walks. nevertheless waiting. In the center sat the founders' archive—a black cube pulsing with blue light.Damien moved closer anyway. "Your grandfather said this holds everything. The real history. The real power.""That's what scares me."Her brother examined the symbols carved into the stone. "These aren't decorations. They're warnings.""Warnings about what?" Mila asked from near the entrance, eyes jumping between shadows."About waking something that should stay buried."But Damien already had his palm pressed against the console. The cube lit up instantly. Blinding light flooded the chamber.A voice filled the space. Cold. Ancient. Not quite hum

"I have to know."Celeste sat in her car watching the estate gates through binoculars. Two hours outside the city. Hidden, quiet. The form of place you cross while you don't need to be found.Damien's car sat close to the primary residence.She'd followed him. Lied about having meetings all day. Tracked his phone without telling him.The files from Elena's flash drive wouldn't stop playing in her head. That face. The betrayal. It couldn't be real. But she had to see for herself.The gates opened. Three black cars rolled in.Her heart hammered. She recognized one—belonged to Marcus Thorne. An old enemy. A man who'd tried to kill her mother years ago.What the hell was Damien doing meeting with him?She grabbed her phone, almost called him, almost demanded answers.But something stopped her. A voice saying wait. Watch first. Learn the truth before you blow this up.So she waited.An hour passed. Then another.Finally people started coming out. Damien was with them, shaking hands, smilin

"Put the gun down, Elena."Celeste's voice stayed bloodless and level. She saved her weapon geared toward the woman who'd been lying to them the entire time.Elena raised her palms slowly. "You do not get what you are doing.”"I get it perfectly. You've been playing us from day one."Damien stood. "Celeste, wait. Let her talk.""Talk about what? How she's been feeding info to people trying to kill us? How has she worked with the Sovereign Hand since before I was born?"Her brother moved closer to Elena, gun steady. "She's right. Been tracking Elena for months. She's the connection between all of them."Marcus laughed. "This is better than anything on TV.""Shut up," Celeste snapped.Victoria watched it all like she was entertained.Damien looked between Celeste and her brother. "If Elena's against us, why hasn't she killed us? She's had plenty of shots.""Because we're worth more breathing," her brother said. "At least till the plan's done.""What plan?" Celeste demanded.Elena dropped