Celia Descendants 3 Novels & Stories

The weeks passed by excruciatingly slowly after Isolde’s miscarriage. The nights and days gradually converged into one, both of which were filled with oceans of tears. Celeste decided to move in with the three after she deemed both Adrian and Aria irresponsible and unable to care for her daughter properly. Celia’s presence was huge; she seemed to lurk in each and every corner and shadow of the house, controlling everything. Constantly wanting to know where everyone was at specific times and making sure that little to no tension ever met her teary-eyed daughter.

"Tell them. Who is Cecilia?" Enzo stepped forward, his voice carrying to every corner of the pier. "This woman is the only legitimate heir of the long-lost Hernandez family, Sicily's rightful daughter, and the one and only wife of our Don from the de Santis family!" The whole place exploded. Guards looked at each other in shock. Marco straight up dropped to his knees.

“Enough. Ciara is the O’Connell heiress. Not Isolde. Ciara is this family. She carries the blood, the name, the legacy. You forget yourself when you speak otherwise.” Silence fell, heavy and absolute. My sons looked to me, but I could not deny the truth. Ciara was the heiress. Isolde was only ever a shadow. I leaned back, the decision carved into stone. “So be it. Tomorrow, she leaves for Italy.”

Tobias looked at me with a quirked eyebrow, “You already know?” he said. “Yeh, I already know. The Origin Alpha, right? That fucking treacherous line of egotistical morons. Gill’s descendants have been trying to snag a daughter of Selena for generations. Came close at one point, but they never succeeded in joining the lines” I snarled.

But I hadn’t heard anything since then, and the uncertainty gnawed at me. Did he follow through? Did he tell her? Or was I still just a secret, something to be hidden away while he played the part of the dutiful heir? I glanced over at her table again, my jaw tightening. Celia sat in her wheelchair, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her sharp blue eyes scanning the room. She was laughing at something one of her friends said, her expression bright, her smile effortless. She looked perfect… poised, elegant, untouchable.

Those who attended weren't there to offer condolences but to compete for Celia's substantial wealth. However, the police found a video on Celia's phone where she clearly stated her intention to donate all her assets to the orphanage that raised her, to benefit more orphans. Celia's "family" was dissatisfied and created a scene at the funeral. "We're Celia's direct relatives, why don't we get a share?" "Yeah, my daughter earned so much money in her lifetime. I, as her mother, should at least get a portion. I'm the one who gave birth to her!"

Tobias looked at me with a quirked eyebrow, “You already know?” he said. “Yeah, I already know. The Origin Alpha, right? That fucking treacherous line of egotistical morons. Gill’s descendants have been trying to snag a daughter of Selena for generations. Came close at one point, but they never succeeded in joining the lines” I snarled.

Celia growled in frustration as she gripped the phone in her hand. She never once believed that this could be the outcome when she sold off her daughter to Grayson Reid. That little runt offspring of hers killed the Beta of the Redwood Pack? She could hardly believe it. She didn't dare return there, no doubt she shared the blame in some of the outcome. Shit! Nothing was going according to plan. She spent three days cozing up to that little weakling of a daughter of hers, and this was the result? Bullshit! Celia sighed and pulled her dark hair away from her face. Nothing was going according to plan! The plan was simple. She bought off those two mediocre bullies to be nice to her kid from now

To his knowledge, Celia hadn’t married, or was this one more thing she’d kept him in the dark over? His question must have been obvious even to Noah, because he grinned and slung an arm over Celia’s shoulder. “Cece had a different father—well, different mother, too. Kind of a long story but my father married Celia’s mother when Cece was just a baby. We helped raise her, especially when her mom died when Cece was so young. Hence the reason her last name is Taylor.” Evan cleared his throat. Here he’d been granted a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he was more concerned with finding out Celia’s secrets than securing a deal with Noah Hart.

“You must be Carly?” “Better fit, call her Carly Wilder, she is married to Arthur,” I turned to Celia who sat far. She wasn’t even looking at us, yet I could hear the disdain in her voice. But Selena doesn’t react, instead, she smiles at me. “Welcome to the family, Carly. I heard so much about you from my mother,” “You could literally read about her on your phone. Sister in law is everywhere.” “I’m Arthur’s and Celia’s cousin. Although I was adopted into the family at seventeen.” Her voice lowered at the last words, and that cast silence into the whole space.