Celestia Ludenberg Real Name Novels & Stories

“ How may I help you?” “ It's all over the place that you're married to my man's father…” “ Her man?” I ask myself, holding back a snort. “ No doubt you married him because of his money. I mean, what kind of a woman processes a divorce one day, and weds another man the same month?” I narrow my eyes, standing straight in my heels, shoulders high.“ Is there something you would want to say to me, Miss?” “ Apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Celina, but my friends call me Celine. I have received a proposal to lead Luthor Kingston's next movie project.”

Her phone buzzed incessantly with messages. Simp 1 was still in disbelief. "Celestia, the screenshots online are fake, right? That old hag is just trying to ruin you. I know you're not materialistic. You've never even accepted the gifts I sent you." Celestia knew she needed someone to vouch for her. She changed his nickname and sent him a screenshot. Then, with a pleading tone, she recorded a voice message. "I don’t understand why these rumors are spreading. This is what my actual screen looks like."

His hand brushed lightly against my back, not possessive or creepy, just grounding. He reminded me more of my father with every passing day, like Anthony Langston himself had come to help his daughter rise to the top again. “Ready?” he murmured. I gave a small nod, my gaze fixed on the double doors ahead that led to the consortium meeting. The same doors I’d once entered as a silent wife, trailing behind Austin Barker. Today, I walked through them as Cassandra Langston, the woman behind the alias Celestia Atelier, mother of the prodigies the world called the Genius Twins, and soon-to-be the most influential woman in the fashion industry.

Marcus looked at him sharply. “You know it too?” Adrian stared at the screen like something buried had begun clawing upward. “Elena once asked me if I liked the name.” Everything inside me tightened. Because that meant my mother had known before death that another child existed. Not rumor. Not theory. Reality. The document scrolled automatically. Destination line appeared. And then stopped halfway, corrupted. But one name survived. Custodian: C-lest Celeste. David hit the stone shelf with his fist. “Where?”

"Sir, Ms. Sophie has been in frequent contact with Lucian West, CEO of Celestial Gems. I suspect—" Kane shot him an irritated look. "You only suspect?" "While we don't have concrete evidence, considering Ms. Sophie's recent activities, they're very likely working together. As for what they're planning, I couldn't determine." Kane let out a derisive snort. "Of course. Sophie never could sit still, could she?" "How much do you know about this Lucian West?" he asked, leaning forward in his wheelchair. "Sir, I only know that Mr. West is the CEO of Celestial Gems, an overseas jewelry business. He has quite a reputation and considerable influence. He's… something of an enigma."

Even someone with poor vision could see that they were related. “And who are you?” My mother Brook’s father. “My name is Jason Blakley, also known as the Legendary Crescent Wolf, or in your case, the true Alpha King.” He said, his voice booming through the auditorium with such authority, that it was hard to deny his claim.

He pulled out his phone to glance at the name written across the screen. It was a call from the private investigator he had called back at the hospital. Answering the call, he placed he to his ear. “Hello, Mr. Albrecht?” “Speak.” “The individual whom the Private number belongs to goes by the name of Theodore Langer. The current president of Langer Group. My sources passed along a quick information that may not be available to public hear, they said that the young prodigy has some connection in the underworld.” “Thank you.” He said and hung up the phone.

Chelsea was frozen to her bones. Her gaze was fixed on the man for almost a minute after she heard him call her birth name. It was a name that seemed as distant as the life attached to it. Laura Christian was a version of her that died several years ago. The death of that version bore life to who she was now, Chelsea Landore.

he shrugs. "I don't even know your name," I reason, "and I doubt you know mine." The birds are chirping a beautiful tune today, singing a song only they know. "Then what's your name?" I blink, "Celeste." "Is that your full name?" I shake my head. "Go on then, what's your name?" "Celestial Jacobs." He smiles, kneeling in front of me and taking my hand before kissing my knuckled dramatically. "Celestial Jacobs, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my name is Lycer. I think we can now be considered friends.

“No. I do yoga with a woman named Elise. She said you helped her… rebalance her life.” Celeste’s mouth curved slightly. Elise had been a hedge fund wife with a Cartier ankle monitor and a husband who thought NDAs were a substitute for fidelity. “Elise is flexible. I’m glad she’s found her center.” Vivienne’s lips twitched. “She said you don’t advertise. That you only work by referral.” “I don’t need to advertise,” Celeste said. “The women who need me always find me. Eventually.” Vivienne leaned forward, her voice low. “My husband is Julian Cross.”