All Chapters of Becoming Blue : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The world outside the limousine was a blur of city lights, a chaotic mosaic that mirrored the storm inside her heart. Celeste sat in silence, her perfectly manicured fingers trembling as they rested on her lap. Her pulse hammered against her ribs, a relentless drumbeat of dread. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration—her empire had secured the largest architectural contract in the city, a monumental victory that should have cemented her dominance in the industry. But the moment Theo Blake walked into that ballroom, everything unraveled.She had spent months trying to bury the ghost of him. Months convincing herself that the pain he left behind was nothing but a scar—a faint reminder of a past too dangerous to revisit. But the second his piercing gray eyes locked with hers, she knew the truth. There were no scars. There were open wounds, bleeding beneath the layers of her polished armor.“Ma’am?” Her driver’s voice was a distant hum as the limousine slowed before the towering glass f

The air in the grand ballroom was thick with tension, even as the soft hum of violins filled the room. Crystal chandeliers glowed overhead, casting shimmering light over polished marble floors and elegantly dressed guests who mingled with champagne glasses in hand. But for Zaya, none of it mattered—not the glittering diamonds, not the murmurs of gossip swirling like perfume in the air. Her heart was pounding too hard, her pulse thudding in her ears like a war drum.He was here.Damien Kane.She spotted him across the room, towering in his custom-tailored black suit, an intimidating presence even in a crowd of the rich and powerful. His sharp jawline, the slight scruff shadowing his chin, and those dark, stormy eyes that seemed to strip her soul bare with just a glance—he looked even more dangerous than the last time she saw him.And more alluring.Her throat went dry, her palms sweaty. She had promised herself she wouldn’t crumble if she ever faced him again. She had rehearsed this mo

Zaya stood before the mirror in her bridal suite, her reflection trembling along with her hands. The delicate white gown she wore hugged her body like a second skin, elegant and flawless, just like the life she thought she’d have when she first married Leon years ago. Only this time, the stakes were higher—because this wasn’t just about vows. It was about trust, redemption, and a future that could shatter in an instant.Her heart thudded violently in her chest as her fingers brushed over the necklace Leon had given her that morning—a rare diamond piece that once belonged to his mother. It was his silent way of saying: You’re mine, Zaya. Forever.But the silence in her suite was suffocating. Every beat of the clock dragged her closer to the altar, closer to a man who had broken her heart… and closer to a secret that could ruin everything.Behind her, the door creaked open. “Zaya.”Her breath caught as her eyes flicked to the mirror. Standing there, framed by the doorway in a black tail

The sound of clinking glasses, the soft hum of a piano, and the low murmur of conversations filled the grand hall. Zaya stood by the balcony, her hands gripping the ornate railing as her heart thudded like a wild drum in her chest. The city lights sprawled before her like an endless constellation, but her mind wasn’t on the view. It was on him.And tonight, Adrian was different.He had been avoiding her for days, disappearing into meetings, acting cold, as if building walls between them again. And yet, when she least expected it, he had appeared at her side tonight in that fitted black tuxedo, his jaw sharp enough to cut glass, his eyes glinting with something raw. Something dangerous.“Are you hiding from me?” His deep voice broke through her thoughts.Zaya spun around, her breath hitching. He was closer than she realized, his presence towering, his scent—a mix of expensive cologne and something entirely Adrian—wrapping around her like a possessive chain.“I’m… just taking some air,”

The silence in the penthouse was deafening. Zaya stood frozen, her heart pounding so violently she thought it would burst from her chest. Her trembling hands clutched the letter—Damian’s letter—the one that changed everything."If you’re reading this, it means the past I tried to protect you from has finally caught up to us..."Her knees buckled, and she sank into the nearest chair, clutching the paper as tears blurred her vision. Damian had known. He had known this storm was coming and had hidden it from her.She could still hear his voice from that morning:"Trust me, Zaya. Whatever happens, remember that I chose you."Chosen her? For what? To be a pawn in his twisted game? To suffer for sins she never committed?The elevator chimed behind her, yanking her from her spiraling thoughts. Heavy footsteps approached, deliberate, powerful. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was.Damian.“Zaya.” His deep voice wrapped around her like smoke—familiar yet suffocating.She stiffened. “Don’