CHAPTER 1

CELESTINE POV The heavy silk of my wedding dress felt like a lead weight pressing down on my chest. I sat stiffly on the edge of the king-sized bed, the silence of the massive bedroom echoing the emptiness in my chest. There were no flowers here. No warmth. Just sleek, modern lines of black marble and cold gray velvet. This was my wedding night, but it felt like the eve of an execution. The door clicked open, and my chest tightened. Cyrus Valdemor stepped into the room. He had already loosened his silk tie, the top buttons of his black dress shirt undone to reveal the sharp line of his collarbone. He looked breathtakingly handsome—and completely lethal. He didn't look like a groom. He looked like a man who had just successfully executed a hostile corporate takeover. Which, in a way, he had. He didn't look at me at first. He walked over to the mahogany dresser, pouring himself two fingers of whiskey. The ice clinked against the crystal glass, a sharp, cutting sound in the quiet r

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CHAPTER 2

CELESTINE POV The morning sun cut through the sheer curtains of the massive bedroom, hitting my eyes. I blinked against the harsh light, a dull ache throbbing behind my temples. For a second, I forgot where I was. Then my gaze landed on the heavy, silver-embossed pen resting on the nightstand next to a signed copy of the marriage contract. Reality rushed back, heavy and suffocating. I sat up, throwing off the silk sheets. I refused to spend my first day in this house hiding like a defeated prisoner. If Cyrus Valdemor expected me to cower in my room and weep over my ruined life, he was going to be severely disappointed. I was an Aragon. My father might have lost his dignity to greed, but I still had mine. After a quick shower, I dressed in a simple, sharp white blouse and a tailored black skirt. I brushed out my hair, took a deep breath to steady my racing heart, and opened the bedroom door. The mansion was completely silent, smelling faintly of citrus polish and expensive coffee.

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CHAPTER 3

CELESTINE POV The emerald-green silk gown fitted me like a second skin, draped perfectly over my curves. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the delicate diamond necklace the stylist had picked out. To anyone else, I looked like a radiant, wealthy newborn bride. Only I could see the faint tension tightly holding my shoulders and the subtle paleness beneath my makeup. "Are you ready?" Cyrus stood at the doorway of my room. He was dressed in a tailored black tuxedo that fit his broad shoulders impeccably. His crisp white shirt contrasted sharply with his dark features, and his gaze lingered on me for a moment longer than usual. A flicker of something passed through his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by his signature indifference. "As ready as I'll ever be to play pretend," I muttered, grabbing my satin clutch from the bed. "Remember the rules, Celestine," he said, stepping back into the hallway to let me pass. "We smile. We hold hands if nec

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CHAPTER 4

CELESTINE POV The drive back to the mansion was suffocating. Cyrus sat on the other side of the leather seat, staring out into the dark night, his jaw clenched tight. He hadn't said a single word since we left the gala. The protective alpha who had just threatened to ruin my stepmother had completely vanished, replaced by the icy stranger I married. Once we stepped inside the quiet house, Cyrus immediately walked toward his private library. The adrenaline from the party and the glasses of wine I drank made my chest swell with unvoiced feelings. "Cyrus, wait," I called out, following him through the heavy double doors. The library was dimly lit, smelling of old leather and rich mahogany. Cyrus unbuttoned his suit jacket and tossed it onto an armchair. He finally turned around, looking tired, but his eyes were still alert and guarded. "What is it, Celestine?" he asked, his voice low and exhausted. "I just... I wanted to say thank you," I said, stepping closer to him, my heels sink

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CHAPTER 5

CELESTINE POV For three whole days, Cyrus became a ghost in his own home. He left for the office before the sun came up and didn't return until well past midnight. Whenever our paths crossed in the hallways, he look right through me, his face blanker and colder than ever. The intense, reckless passion we shared on the library sofa felt like a vivid dream, deliberately buried under a mountain of heavy silence. I sat in the morning room, staring blankly at a cup of tea, when my phone vibrated aggressively on the table. Seeing the name on the screen, my breath hitched. It was St. Jude’s Hospital. "Hello? Is this Ms. Celestine Aragon?" a frantic voice asked the moment I pressed answer. "Yes, speaking. What's wrong?" I stood up, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Your grandmother, Elena Aragon, had a severe cardiac arrest twenty minutes ago," the nurse explained, her voice tight with professional urgency. "We managed to stabilize her, but she needs immediate emergency surge

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All Chapters of Owned By The Heartless CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5