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Zane's POV I watched Celeste’s eyes glisten before she walked back into the closet. It wasn’t like I intended to tear the dress, because she clearly cherished it. My gaze lingered until the door to the changing room snapped shut. “Don’t you think that’s petty? Ripping her dress just to make her change?” Lily’s voice pulled my attention back to her. My eyes narrowed as I drew in a sharp breath through my teeth. “What is the meaning of what you just did?” I asked back. I had seen how she flirted and clung to Celeste! She rolled her eyes. “What did I do? I didn’t even touch her boobs and you’re this mad?” she asked, clicking her tongue in mockery as she moved to the couch. I followed, sliding my hand into my pants pocket. “I was just trying to protect her from a venomous woman like you!” I retorted. She raised one brow. “Oh really? Tell me more. Oopsie.” She laughed suddenly. “You must think you’re a saint to call me vile when you’re no different!” she snapped with a gla

Celeste's POV “Wait… it’s the crazy slut!” he blurted, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips as he drew closer. Though a lady clung desperately to his arm, he still shamelessly stood before me. “What are you doing here, bitch?!” he barked, making me sneer at him. Crossing my arms over my chest, I said, “I don’t have the strength for your madness. Leave me alone,” glaring at him. He arched his brow, giving me a dirty stare. “How dare a cheap model like you talk to me like that?!” he snapped, his eyes cutting into me like daggers. My lips twitched as I tucked my hair behind my ear without giving him a response. “Let’s just go, Lawrence. We have to get a few things before my shots.” The young girl beside him tried to pull him away. One glance told me she was likely a new model, and Lawrence was probably sleeping with her while feeding her hollow promises. “Rita, not now! This bitch tried to take my life.” He glared at the girl, and from the way her face flushed, I knew she was hu

Celeste's POV My eyes locked on him, a confused look clouding my face. How did he intend to make me not feel pain? He didn’t give me the chance to ask as he went straight to work. At first, he injected my wrist, making a sharp sting spread under my skin, and instantly warmth followed. Within minutes the area felt strangely heavy and distant, as if my wrist belonged to me but the pain had vanished into thin air. “Okay, let’s begin,” he said with a warm smile that made my lips curve slightly. I watched as he turned my wrist under the bright examination light, his gloved hand pressing gently before he slowly removed the bracelet. “I will keep this here. When we are done you can take it, okay?” he said, and I nodded with a faint smile. He pressed the wounded area to study my reaction. “Do you feel any throbbing pain deep inside?” he asked, and I shook my head slowly. “Not really,” I whispered, and he nodded. Then he cleaned the wound and moved a small handheld scanner over it.

Celeste's POV He captured my lower lip before sliding his tongue in, almost stealing my breath. Just as I tried to return the kiss, he withdrew, his warm breath grazing my face as his finger brushed my cheek gently. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist,” he murmured, and I blinked, gazing into his eyes. Why would he apologize? Damn! The only regret I carried at that moment was him not going further. A faint smile curved my lips. “Sorry for kissing me?” I asked, tilting my head slightly. He swallowed. “You know you’re unwell and I—” He didn’t get to finish his words before I leaned in and brushed his lips with mine. His eyes widened. “You should never be sorry about something like that.” I knew it was improper, but damn me, I loved every bit of what he was doing. From twisting my thoughts to making my body tremble with pleasure without effort. And unknowingly, he was weaving himself into the small space in my chest. Though I hated to admit it, I knew—fucking knew—how my heart was r

Celeste's POV My brow furrowed tighter. “What is official? Why am I here?” I asked, blinking, and the man offered me a gentle smile. Though I longed to touch him and shake some sense into his head, maybe he could spill the reason why I was here. Yet I couldn't. His figure dissolved slowly, and even the music dwindled into faint whispers. Countless questions raced through my mind to know who he was and why he appeared, but my tongue felt chained. Just as I tried to say another word my eyes fluttered open. The regular white ceiling was the first thing that welcomed my sight. It was morning. Again. My breath came heavy and fast as I turned to my side, only to find an empty bed. Colt had likely left after ensuring I was asleep. Swallowing, I sat up, my finger brushing across my forehead where sweat clung. “Who was that?” I murmured, tilting my head. The man seemed hauntingly familiar, yet I could swear I had never seen him in my entire life. Rubbing my temples. “From a mirror