Celestia Ludenberg Real Name Novels & Stories

she asked, raising her eyebrow. "Ma'am, may I know first what is your name?" the lady asked, looking at the computer. "It's Celestina Mesiadres, could you please hurry?" she asked impatiently. The lady nodded and fined her name in the computer. "You need to sign here first ma'am before I give the keys to you." She gave the papers to her and the ball pen. Celestina grimaced and start signing the papers with her very brief signature. It's only C and M in the font of Greek style. She gave back the papers and ball pen after signing it.

Celeste stood quietly beside Martina when a younger-looking woman spoke up. "And who might this young girl be?" She asked eyeing Celeste from upside down while sipping her Champagne. Celeste looked at her with a soft smile. She had blonde hair, fair skin and green eyes. She was wearing a beautiful red gown. She looked a few years older than her. "This is Celeste Rodriguez. Liam Rodriguez's wife." Martina said with a smile as she introduced Celeste to the group of women. " Wow! You are so gorgeous. Liam's lucky. I'm Addy Moore. It's nice to meet you Mrs Rodriguez " Said a middle-aged woman.

CeCe asked, turning to stare at her. "Errr..." "Baby Leonard, go baby!!" Madelyn yelled loudly. Elena stopped and looked at her. "That b***h!" She said, inwardly glaring at her. "Hey, won't you cheer?" CeCe asked again and she turned to her. "I will just watch" she faked a smile, CeCe nodded and went back to cheering. "Oh, he is winning" Lia said, in her head and she turned to the game to see Leonard almost reaching the finish line, they were already in the last round.

“Always straight to business. I admire that. I’m here on behalf of a mutual friend. Someone who remembers Monaco quite… fondly.” “I have no mutual friends with you, Shaw. State your business or get out.” He licked his thin lips. “Lena. Lena Moreau.” The name was a second, sharper punch. Celeste’s older sister. A woman of profound cruelty and even greater avarice. She had been at the center of the Monaco disaster. I’d thought she was in Switzerland, married to some decrepit count. “What does Lena want?”

I know the board will question me about it, and I want to have an ace up my sleeve so I'm not caught off guard. There are more files on my desk. I remember asking Iris to bring me all of Leonard's agreements and partnerships he's made. Reading through the documents, I notice the name of a company I've never seen before. But the "CEO"'s name is very familiar to me: Barbara LeBlanc. I know we're talking about the model who's been maintaining the lie of being someone she's not for seven years.

Fortunately, law and order still existed in society. As the Norwoods still weren't known by the public, Audriana wouldn't be so dumb as to tell everyone that Celestia was her daughter. The only information the public was able to unearth was that the Norwoods were a famous family of lawyers in Ludwiten. She had spent some money on spreading the claim that Celestia was lying, which ensured that the family's reputation was protected, but at the expense of Celestia's reputation. Audriana paced around in the stairwell. She was so annoyed that she craved a cigarette.

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.