Novel & Cerita Celeste And Dominic

The room was dark except for a red LED monitor and the soft hum of encrypted equipment. “She’s looking,” he said. “The mother. She’s not scared. She’s angry”. A beat of silence. Then Celeste’s voice, smooth as silk as and sharper than glass. “Let her look. Let her scratch at the surface”. Dominic paused. “She’s smarter than we expected”. “That’s fine,” Celeste said. “She’s not digging for truth. She’s digging her own grave. She just doesn’t know it yet”. The call ended. And Dominic — ghost operative, whisper killer, master of shadows opened a fresh burner phone and activated a secure trace.

I say. "Good." He holds my gaze. "That's the intention." "It's working." "I know." "I resent it." "No you don't." I look back at my eggs. "No," I admit. "I don't. Celeste calls at nine with a question about next week's schedule and I take it in the bedroom and when I come back out Dominic is on his laptop but he closes it when I appear, fully, without making it a gesture. Just close it. Give me the room.

“Escort these two morons out of here. Mark their faces and spread the news. They are not to be allowed into any event hosted in Silver Valley ever again.” The guards nod and get to work. Dominic stumbles like an empty shell, eyes blank and expressionless. His partner, whom I believe to be the evil girlfriend from Jess’s story, quietly bends down to pick up the car key from the ground. Biting her lip, she trails behind him, both of them looking like two misfits.

The deep voice echoed through the small cabin and I snapped my head up. Dominic stood at the entrance, his massive, towering form blocking the only way out. He looked like a wall, immovable, unshakeable and the air shifted the moment he stepped inside. “We are leaving,” I replied sharply, my brows drawn into a frown. He arched a brow at me, but his gaze slid immediately to Callan, softening in a way that made my stomach twist. “But he doesn’t want to leave,” he said simply.

Lee had the girl, and he had the sky, but he’d forgotten one thing. An Alpha with nothing left to lose doesn't stop until there’s nothing left to kill. “He escaped,” Liza said softly behind them. Dominic didn’t look away from the sky. “He ran,” Dominic corrected, voice low and lethal. “And now he’s carrying something that will burn his world down.” Samantha rose slowly to her feet. Tears streaked her face. But her eyes…Her eyes were burning. “He won’t keep her,” she said, power humming beneath her words.

Instead, Maria sat there in a cream-colored gown, her blonde hair swept up elegantly, playing the part of the devoted companion. This was supposed to make her jealous. The plan had seemed so simple. Bring Maria to the dinner. Let Isabella stew at home, imagining what we were doing together. Wait for the tears, the accusations, the dramatic proof that she actually cared about me. Now, sitting here while Maria smiled and charmed the guests, I felt nothing but restless irritation. "Vito, my friend!" Don Calabrese approached with his wife, his smile too wide to be genuine. "Such an honor to see you tonight. But I must ask—where is the lovely Mrs. Romano?"

Celeste’s POV I had learned to spot trouble whenever I saw it. And judging by the look on Sebastian’s face, trouble had just walked into Éclat in an expensive suit. Xavier noticed my discomfort and leaned forward. “Is something wrong, Celeste?” I shook my head slightly, a weak smile forming on my lips. “No.” He nodded and moved to continue with the conversation, unaware that the man we were talking about had just walked into Éclat. “So tell me,” he said, “Did your ex ever apologized or fight to have you back?”

"It has been a very long time." This was Celestine Vale. She was an old university friend who had once been at the very center of Dominic’s closest inner circle. Celestine turned to me, her blue eyes shining with genuine friendliness as she extended her hand. "You must be Sienna," Celestine said warmly, shaking my hand with a firm, genuine grip. "It is so wonderful to finally meet you. I have heard so much about the brilliant woman who somehow convinced Dominic Kane to stop treating every single disagreement like a hostile corporate takeover."

We all nearly died on that flight, so it's worth celebrating. I thought about it for a long time before I finally agreed. It would be my way of closing the book on this pathetic marriage and this pathetic friendship. At the banquet, Dominic was working the room with a bottle in one hand and Cara's wrist locked in the other, dragging her along from table to table. It looked exactly like the night Cara and I made the rounds at our own wedding. Every mocking, pitying glance in the room landed on me. "A near-fatal plane crash, and what comes out of it? Two people who were actually in love the whole time. Who knew that couple's account was run by Cara and Dominic?"