All Chapters of Ruthless Vows: The Billionaire Revenge: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

"You have been lying to me this whole time."Damien stood within the doorway. His face was hard. Bloodless. Nothing like the guy who'd held her hours ago.Celeste didn't flow from the sofa. "I used to be looking to shield you.""Shield me?" He laughed. Sounded sour. "You've been assembling your brother at the back of my lower back. Planning who knows what. And you call that protection?""it's now not like that—""Then what?" He got into the room. "as it looks as if you are selecting him over me.""I'm no longer picking everyone! I'm seeking to keep each of you!""You can not." His voice was quiet. "You cannot save everybody. Finally you gotta pick out.""Why?" Tears stung her eyes. "Why should I pick one?""Because your brother needs me lifeless." He pulled out his phone. showed her something. "were given this an hour ago. From Marcus. Says I've got twenty-4 hours to disappear or he kills all people I care about."She grabbed the smartphone. read it. Her belly twisted."While you get

"Lower the gun, Marcus."Damien's voice was calm. Too calm. He stepped in front of Celeste, blocking her.Marcus didn't move. The gun still pointed at them."Step aside, Damien," Marcus said. "This isn't about you.""Like hell." Damien's hand went slow to his own gun. "You wanna shoot her, go through me first."Celeste grabbed his arm. "Wait. Marcus, what're you doing?""What I should've done years ago." Marcus's face was blank. Empty. "Finishing what they trained me for.""You said you refused," Celeste said. Her voice shook. "Said you'd never hurt me.""I lied."Hit her harder than any bullet.Lucian and the others formed a circle around them. Weapons up. Ready."Six of us," Lucian said. "One of you. Do the math."Marcus smiled. Terrible smile. "Think I came alone?"More people came out of the shadows behind him. At least twelve. All armed. All with that same dead look Marcus had."They got to you," Celeste whispered. "The Sovereign Hand. They did something.""They freed me," Marcus

"She's been waiting for you for twenty years."Damien's words hung there. Celeste stared at him. Her mother was standing right there in the cabin. Alive. Smiling. Like she'd never been gone."Who's been waiting?" Celeste got out."The woman I told you about. From Project Avalon."Her mother stepped forward. "Oh, Damien. Always so dramatic."Elena lowered her gun. Her brother did too. Like they were waiting for orders.Celeste felt the walls closing in. "What is happening?""A reunion," her mother stated. Long overdue.""You're imagined to be dead.""i was alleged to be a lot of things."Damien moved in front of Celeste. "You need to explain. Now."Her mother laughed. Cold sound Celeste hadn't heard in years. Sharp. "Where do I start? How did I faked my death? Or how I've been watching you both this whole time?"Celeste's knees went weak. "You've been watching us?""Every move. Every decision. Every kiss."The cabin felt too small. Too hot. She pushed past Damien. "Why?""Because you'r

"Get down!"Damien's shout cut through the cabin noise. Celeste dropped just as a bullet ripped through the seat where her head had been.The personal jet lurched to one side."They may be on the aircraft," she said. Voice consistent even with her coronary heart hammering. "How many?"Damien crawled toward her. Blood dripped from a cut above his eye. "at least three….maybe more in the cockpit."Another shot. Cabin lighting flickered and died. Emergency lighting kicked in. Everything turned sickly red.Her mind raced. Thirty thousand feet up. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.A figure came from the front of the plane. Tall. Masked. Holding a gun."Celeste Ravencroft," the voice was distorted. "Your mother sends her regards."She froze. "My mother's dead.""Is she?"The masked figure stepped closer. Through the dim light she could see tactical gear, professional stance. Not some random hired gun. Elite.Damien moved before she could react. Launched himself at them. They crashed into the

"You're finally awake."A voice came from behind her. She tried to move. Couldn't. Wrists strapped to the chair. Ankles tied down.White room. Empty except for her and the chair. White walls. White floor. White ceiling. No windows. One door."Where's Damien?" Her throat was dry. The voice came out scratchy."Safe. For now."Footsteps. A woman walked around to face her.Her heart stopped.The woman looked exactly like her mom. Same dark hair. Same green eyes. Same sharp face."No," she whispered. "You're dead. I buried you."The woman smiled. It wasn't warm. "Did you? Or did you bury someone who looked like me?""This isn't real. You drugged me. I'm hallucinating.""You're not." The woman pulled up a chair. Sat close. Too close. "Been alive this whole time, Celeste. Watching you. Waiting."Her mind raced. Trying to make it make sense. "Why? Why fake it?""Cause I needed to disappear. The families were coming for me. They knew what I was planning." Her mother leaned back. Crossed her le