All Chapters of Ruthless Vows: The Billionaire Revenge: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"Yes."Damien's answer hung inside the air. Celeste felt her world tilt. He'd been there. The night time her mother died. Been there and in no way instructed her."Get out of the car," she stated."Celeste—""Get out or I'll jump out even as you're driving.”He pulled over. Hard. Tires screeched. They were on some empty road. Trees on both sides. Dark everywhere.She got out. He followed."Allow me to give an explanation," he stated."You lied to me. For years. You were there.""I was fifteen years old. My father dragged me there. I did not realize what was happening until it was too late.""What'd you see?”He looked away. "I saw your mother fighting with someone. A man. They were arguing about you. About keeping you safe.""Who was that man?""I don't know. His face became covered. But my father knew him. They were walking together."Celeste's legs felt weak. "Your father killed my mom?""No. I don't think so. But he was involved. I've been attempting to find out how for years. That

"Are you sure about this?"Damien's voice cut via the car's hum. His eyes stayed glued to the road, but Celeste may want to experience how nerve-racking he was.She adjusted the faux glasses perched on her nose. "We do not were given a desire. If mission Avalon's up for auction this night, we want that record.""it's a trap.""the whole lot's a lure in recent times." She checked herself within the facet mirror. The disguise became simple—darkish wig, undeniable clothes, not anything fancy. simply every other rich character looking for secrets. "it really is why we are being cautious."Damien's jaw got tight. "careful would not mean taking walks right into a room packed with those who wanna kill you.""Then stay inside the vehicle.""you understand I may not."She did recognize. That was the problem. Damien could observe her directly to hell if she asked. And tonight might be exactly that.The auction house loomed up ahead. Looked normal enough from outside—old brick building, nice wi

"Don't touch me."Celeste backed against the wall, shaking. Damien iced up in the doorway."Celeste, it's me.""I know who you're. That's the problem."Two hours since finding out Damien's father was alive. Two hours since everything fell apart.Now the memories were coming. Fast and brutal."Talk to me," Damien said softly."I can't. There's too much."He stepped closer. She flinched hard."Please. Just give me space."Pain flashed across his face. He backed away and left.Celeste buried her face in her knees. The memories kept flooding in.A white room. Bright lights. Cold metal table."Subject Twelve, please remain still."Dr. Marcus Kavanagh. Damien's father."This won't hurt. Just a small injection."But it did hurt. Everything hurts.Another memory. Different rooms.A boy sat across from her. Dark hair. Serious eyes. Young James."Subject Four, you will complete the task."The boy stared at a puzzle, hands shaking."I can't.""You will. Or Subject Twelve suffers the consequences

"Don't scream."The voice got here from her back. Celeste froze in the hallway, her hand halfway to her gun."I'm no longer right here to harm you. I'm right here due to the fact we share blood."She spun around. A man stood inside the shadows by using the window. Tall. dark hair. Eyes that looked much like her father's."Who're you?" He stepped into the light. The resemblance knocked the air out of her lungs. Same jawline. Same nose. But his eyes were different. Cold. Like something had died in them a long time in the past."You don't remember me. But I remember you. You were five. I was twelve."Her mind went blank for a while. Her mom said she was an only child. There were no brothers. No siblings."You are lying.""Am I?" He pulled something from his pocket. An old picture, creased and dwindled. Two kids on a bench. A small girl with darkish curls. A boy along with his arm around her.She grabbed it from him. The girl was definitely her. She knew that dress. The garden in the bac

"You should've stayed far away from him."Marcus sat across from her inside the deserted warehouse. His face became way too calm. Like he'd been planning this conversation for years.Celeste kept her hand near her gun. "What're you talking about?""Damien De Argent." Marcus leaned lower back in his chair. "You believe he's kind of exceptional. I think he loves you. But he's similar to mom….. just like some of these bastards.""You don't know him.""I recognise him better than you do." Marcus pulled out this thick folder filled with papers. "Been tracking him down since we were kids. Every shady deal. every lie. all of us he screwed over to protect his own family."He drove the folder throughout the table. Celeste simply looked at it."Open it," Marcus stated. "except you're scared of what you'll locate."She grabbed the folder and yanked it open. snap shots scattered anywhere. documents. Financial institution statements. Damien's name was on every single one.Her belly dropped."What