Celestia Ludenberg Real Name Novels & Stories

The beautiful receptionist, of course, knew that the entire floor was a model shooting for an advertisement, and there were also a few female colleagues who asked for Claude's autograph, so when he asked, she quickly looked up her name and replied cheerfully, "Dear sir, Mr. Leonard Lensegh, you checked out at six o'clock in the morning." Claude politely thanked him, thinking to himself, so Cyrus' real name is Leonard Lensegh. "Hey hey, that thing is hot to know, isn't it?" Aaron put his butt down next to him.

he repeated, his tone carefully neutral. ​“Archipelago Holdings LLC,” I said. “Registered in the Cayman Islands. Funded by Vane International via a private server in Switzerland.” ​I watched the color drain from his face. ​“I don’t know what that is,” he said, but his hand twitched toward his pocket. ​“$500,000,” I continued, relentless. “Wired to Elena Rojas three weeks ago. That’s the price of my legacy, isn’t it? Half a million dollars for a fake son and a fake lawyer.”

But no bitterness either. “Please,” Lydia gestured toward the chair. “Sit.” The woman didn’t sit immediately. She reached into her handbag and placed a worn photograph on the desk. It was old. Faded at the edges. Lydia leaned forward. Her father stood in the center, younger, smiling. Beside him— The woman. And a small boy Lydia didn’t recognize. The air shifted. “My name is Celeste Armand,” the woman said quietly. “And that is my son.”

"Hello, beautiful. I'm Lucius. Lucius, as in light and innovation, illuminating young minds." He stepped forward and held out a business card. Rebecca had seen that card before. He had handed her one just like it on the plane. Celeste made no move to accept it. She glanced at it once, and something changed in her eyes. "Lucius Vaughn of the Kylin Sanctum?" "The very same." Celeste looked back at Rebecca. "You know him?" "We met briefly on the flight back to Silverton." "Ah." The tension in Celeste's posture visibly eased.

well. "I love this, Issy. Theodore is perfect for you, exactly the type of man you deserve,” my mom says when I tell her what’s been going on. She suddenly has the biggest smile ever, "Luna Lidia became my good friend when your father and Alpha Robert went into business together. She was a very humble woman, if it wasn’t for her obsession with jewelry you would never guess she was a billionaire. She didn't like to talk bad about anyone, she just had nice things to say. She was a very good Luna, but a boring friend."

"Yes because according to Kael, she was your friend when you were just pregnant with Hivo," I'm really getting angry with Lia. She is very shameless. "What happened to Lourdes?" "I help her. I hid her on an Island that belongs to Ben. She needs to be away from here with her family because she is also just a victim," "And about the wedding-" I cut him off. Amanda has told me everything. "Amanda told me everything," The smile and enthusiasm in his eyes disappeared. I was nervous for some unknown reason. "We found out that Lia owns a big Casino in Europe and Asia. She also has many illegal businesses so we can't fight recklessly against her. Even more so, we got the news that Hannah is missing,

Isabella stepped forward, her voice calm but steady. “I’m Isabella Laurent, and yes, I am the daughter of Helena Laurent, a whistleblower and former scientist involved in the Lazarus Initiative. My mother was silenced for uncovering illegal experimentation linked to an operation embedded within this very industry.” Murmurs rippled. “I didn’t know any of this until recently,” she continued, lifting her chin, “and even now, I’m still discovering the depth of it. But I’m not here to hide behind the past. I’m here to confront it.”

She turned on the television. The headline hit her like a slap. LU CORPORATION’S FUTURE HEIRESS UNDER QUESTION — SHADOW TRANSACTIONS, HIDDEN IDENTITIES? The image beneath it was unmistakable. Her face. Older photographs followed—some from her teenage years in the countryside, some from medical conferences she’d attended under a different surname. Each one framed with speculation, suspicion, implication. A familiar tactic. Johann Lu’s handwriting was all over it. “Elena,” the reporter continued, “whose background remains largely undocumented before her return to the Xia family, is now being linked to several offshore accounts and shell entities—”

The entire table then breaks into amused laughs. Gail chooses to ignore this, "Anyway, this is Dahlberg... I forgot your first name-" "Lilac." "Right. Lilac Dahlberg of Paramount & Principal Enterprises." The table falls quiet. "Oh... cool," the guy softly. He straightened himself up and turned to me. "My mom is actually a big fan of yours. I'm pretty sure she's leader of a Bethany Sweeting fan club." I can't help but laugh at this. "Yeah, and I particularly am a fan of when your dad called out a bunch of sexist CEOs," the redhead speaks.

She looks like a living doll if I may say “Aren't you interesting?” she giggles as she stands up to have her way to where I was “I am Sylphia Klein. It is nice meeting you. You are…? “ With her hands showing, do they usually great someone this way? ” Lea Krui Lazarus. You can just call me Lea “