Semua Bab Ruthless Vows: The Billionaire Revenge: Bab 61 - Bab 70

"She's gone."Damien stared at the empty room. Celeste's bag was missing. Her laptop was gone. Even the small bracelet she always left on the nightstand had disappeared.She'd left him.He slammed his fist in opposition to the wall. Ache shot through his knuckles however he barely felt it. Nothing hurts worse than the hollow in his chest right now.Marcus showed up at the door. "Sir, we've checked everywhere. No sign of her.""Check again," Damien said. His voice came out rough. "She can't just disappear."But she had. Just like she always said she would.Marcus looked uncomfortable. "Should I contact the team in Geneva?""No." Damien ran his hand through his hair. "She doesn't want to be found. Not by me."The truth hurt worse than anything. Celeste had asked if he knew about her identity all along. When he said yes, he'd suspected it, something broke inside her.He saw it happen. The trust left her face. She stepped back even though she was right there in front of him."Leave me," D

"Celeste, get in the car."She stepped back. Rylan's smile was cold."I'm not going anywhere with you.""Yes, you are. Unless you want Damien to die."Her heart sank. "What are you talking about?"Rylan held up his phone. On the screen was a live video. The cabin. Men in black surrounded it. Guns pointed at the windows."One word from me and they go in. Damien won't make it out.""You're lying.""Am I?" He zoomed in. L She could see Marcus on the window. Alert. Armed. But he did not know how many men had been obtainable."What do you need?""Just to talk. Get in. Then I'll call them off."She failed to believe him. However, what choice did she have?Celeste got in the car. Rylan sat beside her. They drove away."Where are we going?""Somewhere private."Twenty minutes later, they stopped at a vintage business building. Empty. darkish.Inside, their footsteps echoed. They went up metallic stairs to an office.. Someone sat in the shadows."Hello, Celeste."A woman's voice. She knew that

Turn on the news.Celeste looked at Damien. They were still in the hallway. Guards were after them.“What? Now?” she asked.“Just do it,” he stated.She grabbed her smartphone and opened an information app. The headline hit her like a punch."DAMIEN CROSS DECLARED TRAITOR BY HIS OWN RELATIVES."There has been an image of Damien and his father. A public statement below it.“What is this?” she whispered.Damien’s face went tight. “Rylan. He beat me to it.”They ran until they found a room and shut the door.Celeste read the story out loud. “The Cross family has disowned Damien Cross after evidence showed he worked against allied families. He is no longer protected.”“They cut you off?” she asked.“Completely.” Damien sank down and hid his face in his hands. “I’m nobody now.”“You’re not nobody,” Celeste said, and sat beside him.“To them I am,” he said. “Rylan did this well. I can’t go home. No money. No favors. I’m alone.”“You’re not alone,” she said.He looked at her. “Are you sure?

"Don't move."Celeste froze. Someone was in her room. In the dark."Who's there?"A lamp clicked on. Damien sat in the corner chair."How did you get in here?" she whispered."Picked the lock. Guards are idiots." He stood up. "We need to go. Now.""I can't. They'll kill you if I run.""They're going to kill me anyway. And you. And your dad.""You know about my dad?""That's why I'm here." He moved to the door. Listened. "I found proof. About Rylan. About everything.""What proof?"He pulled out a folder. "Financial records. Rylan's been funding operations against both families. For years. The Belmonts paid him to start the war."Celeste looked through the papers. Bank transfers. Emails. Contracts."Is this real?""Yeah. And there's more. Your dad. He's not in the sub-basement.""Where is he?""Dead. Has been for years. They lied to you."Her stomach dropped. "No. You said—""I know what I said. I was wrong. I found his death certificate. Real one this time. Dated ten years ago."She s

“You need to see this.”Damien’s voice was low as he held up a thick folder.They were standing inside a hidden vault beneath Celeste’s mother’s old estate. The place looked like a war chest…guns on the walls, boxes of money, fake IDs arranged neatly. But this folder… it didn’t fit. It looked personal.Celeste took it from him, her hands trembled. Too much had happened already. Her mother was alive. Her mother had tried to kill Damien and they had barely escaped.She opened the folder slowly.The first page made her freeze.Certificate of Lineage and Succession Rights.Her name was written at the top—Celeste Kavanagh.But just below it… another name. Belmont.Her throat went dry. “What is this?”Damien stepped closer. “Keep reading.”Celeste flipped through the pages. Birth records. Marriage licenses. DNA results. Every document pointed to one truth which was her mother had married a Belmont heir before marrying her father. And that first marriage was never canceled.Which meant her s