Celestia Ludenberg Real Name Novels & Stories

I eventually found what I was looking for: Formula X37: intellectual property and revenue rights to be divided equally between— – Anastasia Christofidess – Leonora Christofides – Celeste Romano I stared at that third name like it owed me an explanation. Celeste, the name of the girl on a portrait in the west wing. if seeing it on trophies and horse show ribbons wasn’t enough. Now it was on my legal documents, right next to mine, like we were co-founders of something besides a fractured bloodline. Celeste wasn’t just a romantic ghost anymore. She was a shareholder. The cursor blinked again, smug little bastard. I kept reading, but the words slipped off the page like rain off a trench coat. My

"Mr. Hale, Professor Zandrell." Morgan smiled and clapped his hands. "As expected of Mr. Newman's student—very impressive." Matthias smiled, but before he could say anything, Morgan added, "Your talent doesn't surprise me. What surprises me more is that the young woman beside you is just as capable." He laughed. "Aren't you going to introduce us?" Matthias paused and said, "Celeste Rodriguez, a member of our technical team at YodaVision." "Oh, a technician at YodaVision," Morgan replied. "So, your company doesn't just have you—it has another young talent just as impressive. No wonder YodaVision is doing so well."

"You don't know his name?" 'I was too indulged in thoughts when I signed the contract so I didn't see his real name. And the time I spent here, I didn't get a chance to know his name either.' Celeste nodded her head in denial as she really didn't know what his name was. "His full name is Rhodes Weston." Tyler answered before taking his leave. Taking a look at the card in her hand, Celeste mumbled, "Rhodes..." * In the Afternoon * Holding the lunchbag in her hand, Celeste struggled with the pencil heels. She was going to wear shoes but the designer insisted she should go on with that as she was Rhodes's wife.

Cradling me carefully, he carried me to the car and drove straight to the hospital. The onlookers were completely petrified. "Is Emma Larkin Thomas Siegel's wife? So, Thomas Siegel is the actual CEO of Novalux Group, and Joel is just a driver…" "If Emma wasn't impersonating Haley, does that mean she's really… the daughter of a tycoon?"

"Cecilia." Ezekiel flinched at Liam's words. Why did the man who killed the woman with his own hands even think of that... “I have no proof, and you're the only one I choose to tell. I know other people won't believe it, but you probably will," Liam said. The two looked at each other for a moment. “That woman, Cecilia Morganite… somehow managed to live as Celine Diamond. No. I think Celine Diamond and Cecilia Morganite are the same person."

Lucas said faintly. "What… what did you say?" The lady was dumbfounded when she heard it. Never in her wildest dreams would she expect Lucas to say such a thing. That lady was Lindsey Yucky, a lecturer in the Celestial Gem Organization. "Don't you get what I just said?" Lucas looked at Lindsey with a playful look. Lindsey was sincerely stunned. "What's wrong, Lindsey?" Suddenly, a man, who was almost of the same age as Lindsey, came to her side.

"You can't hug my boss like that, little lady." "I'm a huge fan of yours." I was surprised to see tears in the girl's eyes. "You are just…" her voice cracked as she tried to hold back her tears. "I'm sorry I just.." "No, it's fine." I smiled at her, glancing at Rika who was rolling her eyes in annoyance. "What's your name?" "Celestria," she replied, cleaning her face with a tissue. Her cheeks turned red. "My father's name is Adam Tristan. You might know about him."

She held out a badge that made my stomach drop. Dr. Saskia Vogel. Lazarus Project Lead. "My team is coming at noon," she said, her German accent crisp. "But I thought you deserved the truth first." Jeff was on his feet in an instant. "What truth?" Saskia's smile didn't reach her cold green eyes. "That Lena isn't the only Lazarus child. And Demi?" She tossed a file at my feet. Photos spilled out—a woman who looked like me holding hands with a black-haired girl in a Berlin park.

"Have you finally lost it? I don't care about her eyes! What I care about right now is the deal we just signed with Elara Vale. I don't have the luxury to —" "I said look at her eyes, Celeste!" I snapped, and shoved Celeste's hand off my arm. I pointed a trembling finger at the screen “Look at the way she holds her chin, the way she folded her hands. It's... it's all wrong and strangely familiar to Lianne” Celeste stared at me like I just got discharged from an asylum, before she finally replied “she's an international investor, Adrian! She's frome Europe". "No," I muttered, stepping away from the television, my chest heaving as I stared at the picture of Elara Vale, at her smile.

“Of course, Ma.” “Good! But we’ll deal with that later, dear.” Lordes pulled Felip to the front of the beautiful people, making him quite nervous. “You need to meet them! This is, remember her?” Lordes pointed to the beautiful woman next to her earlier. The woman smiled at him and waved slightly. Felip stared, then slowly shook his head and removed his hat. “Sorry, I don’t recognize anyone who isn’t from the province.” “Oh, come on!” Lordes smacked her son’s sturdy arm. “You two grew up together! This is Celeste Costa! The only daughter of your Aunt Celia and Uncle Tristan!”