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Celine paced her bedroom, her hands gripping the fabric of her robe as she replayed the events of the morning. Caleb? Her ex-husband? Out of all the men in the world, how had it been him?Her chest tightened with disbelief and anger. In all the years they were married, Caleb had never touched her, never kissed her, never even looked at her with anything resembling affection. To him, she had been invisible—a duty, a pawn in his family’s ambitions. He had treated her as though she were a stranger.And now, she realized with horrifying clarity, that was exactly what he had been to her last night—a stranger. How could she have known it was him behind the mask, his voice softened by laughter and champagne?She groaned, her fingers tugging at her hair in frustration. “Of all the people,” she muttered, her voice filled with disbelief. “It had to be Caleb.”She threw on a simple yet elegant outfit—a fitted cream blouse tucked into tailored navy trousers, her heels clicking as she walked to th

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The room was alive with chatter as Celine entered the conference hall, the polished marble floors reflecting the grandeur of the space. Delegates from across the world had gathered to discuss economic partnerships, their vibrant attire and murmured conversations creating a symphony of culture and diplomacy.Celine, dressed in a tailored ivory suit with gold accents, commanded attention as she moved gracefully toward her seat. Her hair was swept into an elegant bun, and the diamond ring her father had entrusted her with sparkled subtly on her finger.As she scanned the room, her gaze caught on a figure seated at the far end of the table. Her breath hitched. It was him—the man from the Alcantara estate.He was just as striking in the daylight, if not more so. Dressed in a dark suit with a crisp white shirt open at the collar, he exuded effortless confidence. His dark eyes caught hers, and a small, knowing smile played on his lips.Before she could look away, the moderator of the meeting

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The explosion tore through the tranquil atmosphere of the restaurant, shattering glass and sending patrons screaming in panic. The blast wave rippled through the room, and before Celine could process what was happening, Dimitri had grabbed her arm and yanked her down.“Get under the table!” he commanded, his voice sharp but steady.She barely had time to react before he pulled her to safety, his arms shielding her as they ducked beneath the heavy wooden table. The sound of falling glass and distant sirens filled the air, but his calm presence anchored her amidst the chaos.“Stay low,” Dimitri whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “The bodyguards will handle the rest.”Almost on cue, a team of bodyguards in dark suits rushed into the room, their movements precise and efficient. They formed a protective barrier around Dimitri and Celine, their eyes scanning the room for further threats.“We’re moving you out,” one of the guards said, his voice clipped. “The back entrance is secure

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The presidential palace had transformed into a hive of activity. Security personnel and intelligence agents bustled through the halls, their voices hushed but urgent. Every possible lead was being chased, every camera reviewed, every witness interviewed. Yet, a week into the investigation, the trail had gone cold.Celine sat in her father’s study, her fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. She stared at the reports spread across the desk—surveillance footage, timelines, suspect profiles. But nothing seemed to connect.President Santos sighed heavily from his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re at a dead end,” he admitted, frustration lacing his tone. “Every lead we’ve followed turns into a ghost.”“Whoever planned this knew exactly how to cover their tracks,” Celine said, her voice steady but tinged with unease. “They’ve gone to great lengths to ensure no trail leads back to them.”Her father nodded, his jaw tightening. “We’ll keep digging. But until we find answers,

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Celine stood in front of her vanity, the warm glow of the table lamp casting a soft light across her room. She hummed quietly as she worked through her nightly skincare routine, relishing these moments of solitude.First, she tied her hair back into a loose bun, securing it with a pearl-studded clip. She reached for her cleanser, massaging the silky foam into her skin with deliberate, circular motions. The scent of lavender and chamomile filled the air, soothing her frayed nerves.Rinsing her face, she patted it dry with a plush towel, then carefully applied toner with a cotton pad, the cool liquid refreshing against her skin. Next came a hydrating serum, which she smoothed over her cheeks and forehead with gentle upward strokes.After letting the serum sink in, she grabbed her favorite jade roller and began gliding it over her face, relishing the cooling sensation as it worked to reduce any tension. Finally, she finished with a rich night cream and a dab of eye cream, her skin glowin

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Celine sat in her father’s study looking at the documents and photos Caleb had sent her. Her hands trembled as she flipped through them again, each detail more damning than the last.The Hestrel family had been behind the attempts on her life and others, their fingerprints unmistakable in the plans.She looked up at her father, President Santos, whose face was hard with fury. “It’s them,” she said, her voice trembling. “It’s Governor Hestrel and his family. They’re behind everything.”Her father’s sharp eyes narrowed as he processed her words. “You’re certain?”“Look at this,” she said, pushing the documents toward him. “It’s all here. Caleb sent them to me. He found these in their house.”President Santos scanned the papers, his jaw tightening with each passing second. When he finished, he leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped tightly together.“This can’t be ignored,” he said finally, his voice steely. “If the Hestrels are responsible, they’ll face justice. No one is above the

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Celine sat on the edge of the sofa in her private study. A knock at the door broke her thoughts.“Come in,” she called, her voice quieter than usual.The door opened, and Dimitri stepped inside, his presence commanding as always. He was dressed in a crisp navy blazer and an open-collared white shirt, his dark eyes sharp with concern.“I heard about what happened,” Dimitri said, taking a seat across from her. “The Hestrels, the bombing, everything. Celine, this is serious.”“I know,” she replied, her voice steady but tired. “My father’s doing everything he can to bring them to justice, but it’s not enough. Linda and her mother are still out there. And Caleb…” Her voice faltered for a moment. “Caleb is in a coma because he tried to protect me.”Dimitri leaned forward, his gaze intense. “That’s exactly why you need to stay on the low for now. The Hestrels have connections—deep ones. You’re not safe here.”Celine frowned, her brow furrowing. “What are you suggesting?”“I’m suggesting you

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The weeks in Abu Dhabi passed like a dream for Celine. Dimitri had promised to keep her safe, but he did far more than that—he treated her like the queen he claimed she was.From the moment she arrived, Dimitri had gone out of his way to make her feel not just secure but cherished. Each morning began with fresh flowers delivered to her suite—white orchids, her favorite—and a decadent breakfast spread laid out on the terrace overlooking the gardens.“Good morning, my queen,” Dimitri greeted her one day as she emerged, his voice teasing but warm. He was waiting by the table, impeccably dressed in a crisp white shirt and navy trousers.“Do you call all your guests that, or am I special?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she sat down.“You’re the only one who gets the royal treatment,” he replied, pouring her tea with a flourish. “Though I’ll admit, spoiling you is becoming my favorite pastime.”Celine rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “I’m starting to think you enjoy this to

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A week after Dimitri’s heartfelt proposal, the estate’s grand hall was transformed into an exquisite setting for their nikkah ceremony, the Islamic marriage contract that would unite them as husband and wife. The room was a vision of elegance, with gold and white drapery cascading from the high ceilings, intricate floral arrangements of roses and jasmine adorning every corner, and crystal chandeliers casting a warm, inviting glow.The guests—close family and friends—were dressed in vibrant traditional attire, the women in colorful saris and lehengas, and the men in sherwanis and tailored suits. The air buzzed with excitement, a soft hum of conversation punctuated by bursts of laughter.In a private room, Celine prepared for her big moment. Her ivory lehenga was a masterpiece, its gold embroidery shimmering under the soft light. The fitted bodice was adorned with delicate pearls, and the flowing skirt was as light as air. Her dupatta, sheer and edged with intricate gold lace, was drape

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The steady beep of machines filled the hospital room, a rhythmic reminder of life lingering in fragile balance. Caleb’s eyelids fluttered, his chest rising with a sharp intake of breath. Slowly, he opened his eyes, squinting at the harsh fluorescent light above. His mind was foggy, heavy, like trying to peer through a misty window.He tried to lift his hand, but the weight of weakness held it down. Turning his head, he saw Chelsey sitting in a chair beside him, her face pale, her hands clasped tightly together. When their eyes met, her jaw dropped, and tears sprang to her eyes.“Caleb?” she whispered, leaning forward. “You’re awake?”He blinked, struggling to focus on her face. “Where… am I?” His voice was a rasp, the words scratching his dry throat.“You’re in the hospital,” she said softly, brushing her tears away. “You’ve been in a coma for weeks.”He frowned, his brow creasing as he tried to recall. “A coma? I… I don’t…” His words trailed off as he searched his fragmented memory,

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