SEDUCING THE UNTOUCHABLE MAFIA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

The court was so full that there was no room to breathe. The back row was crowded with reporters, their pens poised over notepads as they waited for the verdict that would bring everything to life.Celeste Morgan otherwise sat quite still, hands folded atop the desk, her face flaxen as ever. Her client — a jittery man charged with insider trading — kept looking over at her as if she were his only hope.When the judge began to speak, the room fell silent.“Not guilty. Judgment: not guilty.”A crescendo of sounds went up. Cameras flashed. Before turning to shake hands with her client, Celeste allowed herself only a brief smile."Congratulations," she said softly. “You’re free to go.”He mumble a shaky thank-you, but her attention was already on the cameras outside. She could already picture the headlinesTHE ICE QUEEN WINS AGAIN.She immediately called her assistant. The court was adjourned in an instant, and her aide, Mara,  came running over with her cellphone. "You're trending again,

Celeste sat long after he left. The bar was nearly empty now. The bartender had begun stacking glasses, wiping down the counter, humming softly to himself. No one told her to move. No one looked at her twice. Her head felt heavy, thick with alcohol and thoughts she couldn’t slow down. Counselor. The word wouldn’t leave her. She pressed her fingers to her temple, then to the bridge of her nose, breathing slowly. That was impossible. No one called her that unless they knew exactly who she was. And she hadn’t told him her name. When she finally stood, the room tipped slightly to the left. The bartender looked up. “You sure you’re good to drive, miss?”Celeste didn’t move.Every instinct in her screamed to run, but her body wouldn’t listen. Her fingers curled into the sheet at her chest as if it could anchor her to reality.“You’re supposed to be in prison,” she repeated, louder now.Dante took a slow step inside the room. Then another.“I was,” he said calmly. “For five yea

Celeste didn’t sleep that night. The black card lay on her mahogany coffee table like a curse, its matte finish seemingly absorbing the dim light of her apartment. Her phone was a frantic insect, buzzing every few minutes with calls she refused to answer—colleagues seeking gossip, news outlets looking for a quote, and her mother, whose disappointment would be louder than the silence. By the time the gray dawn bled through her curtains, Celeste had made up her mind.If Dante Navarro was looking for a reaction, she would give him one he wouldn’t forget.She arrived at the Navarro Holdings skyscraper at 9:00 AM sharp. She strutted through the glass-and-steel lobby, her heels clicking like a metronome against the polished stone. She didn't care about the stares or the muffled whispers of the staff who recognized her from the morning’s headlines. She was a woman with nothing left to lose, and there was a terrifying power in that.The receptionist, a polished woman in a silk blouse, glan