Todos os capítulos de FOREVER CELESTE: From wife to aunt.: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

The headline appeared at 6:12 a.m.Celeste saw it before she even got out of bed.BLACKWOOD INVESTIGATION EXPANDS — ADRIAN BLACKWOOD NAMED IN EVE ACCESS RECORDSShe stared at the screen.For several seconds, she didn't breathe.Then she opened the article.The report was short.Investigators had released an initial list of individuals and companies whose names appeared in financial records, access logs, and communications recovered from Project Eve.Richard Blackwood.Several Blackwood subsidiaries.Private contractors.Research foundations.And—Adrian Blackwood.Celeste read the paragraph twice.It stated that Adrian had authorized access to a restricted Blackwood facility three years earlier through his position within the company.The access had been facilitated by Vanessa Hale.The facility was identified as an early Eve research location.Celeste's fingers tightened around the phone.Three years.The same period when her marriage to Adrian had begun deteriorating.The same perio

By midnight, the Blackwood boardroom had become a war room.Documents covered the table.Photographs lay beside encrypted drives.Investigators moved in and out while Arthur spoke quietly with international officials.Celeste stood at the center of it all.The old key from Elizabeth's portrait rested in her palm.She kept turning it over.Small.Brass.Ordinary.Yet somehow it had survived sixty-three years.Lucien watched her from across the room."You've been staring at that for ten minutes.""I'm thinking.""That's usually dangerous."She looked at him."You're getting too comfortable.""I've been shot. I'm allowed."She smiled despite herself.Then her expression became serious."Why would Elizabeth leave a key behind?"Arthur answered from the other side of the table."Because she expected someone to find it.""Or she knew exactly who would."Arthur looked at the photograph of Elizabeth."Celeste."She turned."The recording addressed you by name.""I noticed.""It means she knew

“Adrian.”Celeste said his name as though testing whether it belonged in the room.The man standing at the end of the corridor looked different from the Adrian she remembered.Not physically.He was still Adrian Blackwood.Still the man who had once walked into rooms expecting everyone to make space for him.Still the man who had once believed his name could protect him from consequences.But now his expensive shirt was wrinkled, one sleeve stained with dried blood. His face looked thinner. His eyes carried none of the arrogance she remembered from their marriage.Only exhaustion.And fear.Arthur immediately raised his weapon.“Hands where I can see them.”Adrian slowly lifted both hands.“I didn't come here to fight.”“Then tell us why you're here.”Adrian looked at Celeste.“I came because they're going to kill me.”Lucien stepped forward.“You expect us to believe that?”“No.”Adrian swallowed.“I expect you to understand that I'm the only person who can get you through that door.

For several seconds, nobody moved.The words remained on every screen.SUCCESSION CANCELLED.Beneath them:AUTHORITY HOLDER: ELIZABETH BLACKWOODThen, slowly, the name disappeared.The monitors went black.Miriam was the first to speak.“That is impossible.”Arthur turned toward her.“You said Elizabeth Blackwood was dead.”“She was.”“Then explain that.”“I can't.”Celeste watched Miriam carefully.For the first time since they had met, the woman seemed genuinely lost.Not pretending.Not calculating.Lost.Lucien stepped closer to Celeste.“Whatever just happened, we need to move.”The room suddenly shook.A deep vibration rolled beneath their feet.Lily grabbed Elena's hand.“What was that?”Arthur checked his radio.“Everyone stay together.”The lights flashed.Then emergency illumination came on.A red line appeared along the floor, leading toward a door at the far end of the room.Celeste followed it with her eyes.“That wasn't there before.”Miriam stared at the door.“No.”“Wh

The door closed behind them.Not slammed.Not locked.Simply closed.Yet the sound seemed to travel through the entire house.Celeste stood in the entrance hall, Lucien beside her, while Eva Justin remained a few steps ahead.The house smelled exactly as she remembered.Old wood.Dust.Rain.And something faintly medicinal.Her childhood.She looked around.The furniture had been covered, but nothing appeared abandoned anymore.There were fresh footprints across the floor.New electrical wiring.Medical equipment hidden behind old cabinets.Someone had been living here.For a long time.Celeste's eyes settled on the staircase.“I remember this.”Eva looked at her.“You should.”Celeste frowned.“I came here as a child.”“Yes.”“With my father.”“Yes.”“And you were here.”Eva nodded.“You were six.”Celeste's pulse quickened.“I thought I was remembering the wrong house.”“You weren't.”Lucien glanced at her.“You never told me about this.”“I didn't remember.”Eva smiled sadly.“That