Celia Descendants 3 Novels & Stories

Ysabelle didn’t mention that it was Joshua or else her mother might be unhappy. “Yes.” The bodyguard answered in acknowledgement. Since they had to wait for a while, she had already observed their surroundings to make sure it was safe. Cecilia had not returned to the country for any years, so she sighed emotionally. After all, her home was in this country and now she had finally returned to her roots. “However, I think Ysabelle likes Rodulf’s son very much, this is going to be difficult .” Cecilia shook her head as she continued. She was an experienced woman. When she spoke to Ysabelle on the phone, she certainly understood what Ysabelle was thinking.

"I liked you so much back then. If you had married me, things would've been perfect. Who knew you'd have such terrible judgment? Picking Melody instead." I shook my head and sighed, saying nothing. Celia was the eldest daughter of the Gordon family. Back then, both our families were among the most powerful in Zephyron, so we had known each other since childhood. As kids, she used to insist she would marry me, but I had always dismissed it as a childish whimsy. Then I met Melody.

Elias said, “It must have been hard for you, raising Celia on your own. But Celia seems quite close to your brother-in-law and sister-in-law now. That’s not a bad thing. At least they can help ease some of your burden.” Cordelia lowered her eyes, the corner of her mouth pulling into a bitter smile. They were more than close. Celia was practically like their own child. “Elias, Felix isn’t dead.” Cordelia’s eyes stung. Elias’s hand paused around his cup. He looked at Cordelia in confusion, thinking he must have misheard her. “Delia, what did you say?” Cordelia lifted her head and looked into his eyes, speaking each word clearly.

“The joint hospital project has only made 1/3 of its progress. I’ll only go back after the hospital’s built!” “Oh…” Liam calculated the time. “I’ll have Zephyr prepare in advance then! He’ll be giving you problems when he’s in Southeast Aciatic in the future!” “What?” Rowan paused. “Who said he’s coming too?” Liam widened his eyes in confusion. Cordelia went between them with a smile. “Grandpa, I was just joking with Zephyr, saying that I’m going back to Southeast Aciatic!” “Yeah!” Xyla said with a smile, “Cordelia’s your granddaughter-in-law. Of course, she’ll be staying in Centrolis with you!”

He would be a potential Alpha if things went the way Alpha Morris wanted. The soldiers were paid off by Cynthia to kill Celia as soon as they got their location, then staged it as an accident since no one really cared about the girl. What I didn’t know was that were worst fears came alive. Celia had already given birth to an heir and killing her was basically useless because her legacy would still continue in the land of the Lichen Pack.

After Jason walked away, Celia sat down and lightly rubbed her belly. Celia was indeed pregnant. She knew who the father was, and it wasn't Jason. He always used protection when he was with her. What Jason didn't know was that Celia had been seeing someone behind his back. She knew he was the father, but she saw this as the perfect opportunity to trap Jason.

For the first time, his face showed doubt. "The real Niamh," Elara continued, her voice growing more certain. "She wasn't a baby who died of fever. She was hidden away. And she grew up, had children, and passed down her memories. A mole on the left side of the neck. If you truly took blood from her body, you would know." Kaelan stared at Elara for a long time. Then, suddenly, he laughed, a long, manic laugh that filled the room. "Fine! Fine! You truly are a real descendant of Cian! Yes, I lied. Niamh didn't die as an infant. She lived to be old, and her grave is empty. I never got her blood. But I don't need it!"

Isabella's own path through the family's legacy, in the years following her first solo archive visit, took a shape considerably more deliberate than either Ruthanne or Wren Isabella had fully anticipated, her teenage curiosity gradually solidifying into a specific, focused interest in exactly the piece of the family's history that had always remained the most incomplete — the scattered descendants of Elias Calloway's own siblings, whose branches had never been fully traced the way Ruth Dembski's line eventually had.

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.

Upon hearing that, a cruel smile played on Celia's lips. She leaned close to Mom and lowered her voice to slowly say, "I'll tell you the truth, old hag. The baby in my belly was never your son's. It's the child of his buddy, Edwin Grant. Your family's lineage is doomed to die out, and you deserve it!" Mom's eyes widened. Her lips trembled violently, and strange rattling sounds came from her throat. She clutched her chest, gasping for air as her face instantly turned a dark purplish red.