Chapter three- She knows!!!!
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Celeste POV
Pain was my second name.
It clawed through me in relentless waves, sharp, unyielding, stealing my breath like it was going to be my last, leaving me trembling. My fingers dig into the armrest of the chair, knuckles white from the force of the grip. I bit down on my lip, trying to suppress the cry that threatened to escape. The last thing I needed was for anyone to know of my condition.
Not now. Not yet.
The room was dimly lit, the heavy curtains drawn shut to keep the early morning sun out. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead as I struggled to steady my breath. My body is betraying me, just as always, but this time I refused to succumb. I cannot afford to be weak, not when I’m getting close to my plan.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but the darkness offered no solace. Instead, it dragged me back to the past, to the moment that changed everything. The reason I’m here.
Six years ago******
The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and fading hope. The beeping machines had long fallen quiet, their purpose now rendered meaningless. And there, on the sterile white bed, lay Clara, my sister. My heart, my blood, my everything, my only family.
Lifeless.
Her dark hair fanned out against the pillow, her once-warm brown eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Her lips, lips that had whispered secrets to me in the dead of night, were now frozen in silence.
She was gone.
And in her arms, cradled with the last remnants of her strength, was Ethan. A newborn. Small. Helpless. The only piece of her left in this world.
I had reached for her then, my hands trembling, my voice shaky as I whispered her name. Begging. Pleading. But there was no answer. No last words. No chance to say goodbye.
That moment shattered me.
It burned into my soul like an unquenchable fire, searing every piece of me until there was nothing left but rage and grief.
The Bolognas took her from me.
And now, they would pay immensely.
I never got the chance to bond with Clara and when I finally reunited with her, I was left with her dead body.
Present Day*****
A sharp knock at the door brought me back to the present. I inhaled deeply, wiping the sweat from my forehead before forcing my body to stand. The pain lingers, a dull throbbing under my skin, but I ignore it, not wanting to leave any hint of suspicion.
I moved toward the door, opening it just a fraction.
A maid stands outside, her eyes lowered. “Madam, the lady of the house requests your presence in the study.”
Angela.
A slow smile tugs at my lips. My body may be weak, but my mind is sharper than ever.
I nodded, dismissing the maid before stepping back inside to compose myself. A glance in the mirror reveals my pale complexion, but I push past it as I apply a little bit of makeup to brighten my face. I will not let Angela see even a sliver of vulnerability.
By the time I reached my studies, I was composed, my expressions unreadable. The heavy oak door creaks as I step inside, the scent of aged wood and expensive cigars filling my senses.
Angela stands near the fireplace, her back to me. Even in her silk robe, she carries an air of authority, as if the entire world should bow at her feet.
She turns slowly, a wine glass in hand, her crimson lips curved into something resembling amusement.
“Celeste.”
My blood runs cold.
Not Clara. She didn’t call me Clara.
Celeste.
She knows.
I masked my shock with a smirk, tilting my head as I stepped forward as I acted like I didn’t hear what she said, “You called for me, Angela?”
She takes a measured sip of her wine, her gaze never leaving mine. “I did.” She swirls the glass, watching the deep red liquid spin like blood. “Tell me, how long did you think you could fool me?”
I hold her stare, my heart pounding. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”
A soft chuckle escaped her lips, but there was no humor in it. She sets the glass down, stepping closer until we are inches apart.
“Oh, darling,” she whispers, her voice laced with mock sympathy. Did you really think I was blind or maybe stupid? That I wouldn’t recognize you? She lets out a sigh, shaking her head. “I knew from the moment you stepped into this house that you were not Clara.”
The air between us thickens, the tension crackling like a live wire.
I forced a laugh, feigning innocence. “If you knew, why didn’t you say anything?”
Angela’s smile turns sharp, predatory. “Because, my dear, it was far more entertaining to watch you play your little game.” She leans in, her voice dropping. “But you should know something.” Her fingers trail lightly along the armrest of a nearby chair, her eyes gleaming with something dark.
“You are not the only one playing.”
My breath hitches.
Angela straightens, brushing invisible dust from her robe. “Tell me, Celeste, have you ever wondered why your sister truly died?”
A chill runs down my spine.
I swallowed hard. “She was murdered.”
Angela hums, tilting her head. “Yes. But do you know who gave the order?”
The room suddenly feels suffocating. My heart pounds against my ribs as I struggle to maintain my composure.
She steps closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. “You’re looking in the wrong direction, dear.” Her eyes gleam with something triumphant. “Your real enemy isn’t just my family.”
Something in her tone sends an icy wave through me.
I gritted my teeth. “What do you mean?”
Angela smiles. “You’ll find out soon enough, but for now it’s fun watching you play your stupid games.”
My fingers curl into fists. Every instinct in me screams to demand answers, to force her to tell me everything.
But I won’t give her that satisfaction.
Instead, I meet her gaze with unwavering determination. “If you think you can scare me, you’re mistaken. Since you already know, I’m Celeste, not Clara, so petty taunts won’t scare me one bit.”
Angela simply chuckles, reaching for her wine glass again. “Oh, Celeste,” she murmurs, taking a slow sip. “I’m not trying to scare you.” She tilts her head. “I’m merely giving you a warning.”
She turns her back to me, dismissing me without another word.
But I didn’t move.
My mind races, piecing together her cryptic words.
You’re looking in the wrong direction.
Your real enemy isn’t just my family.
A terrifying thought slams into me.
What if the betrayal runs deeper than I ever imagined?
What if someone I trust—someone I love—was the one who handed Clara over to her fate?
My hands trembled as I recalled the last cryptic message I read.
Another thought echoed in my head, “Or could this be part of Angela’s plan to get me distracted?”
A few minutes later, I got another message, but this time it was a photo. When I clicked the picture, I was stunned at what I saw.
It was a picture of Angela kissing a man in the room, but I couldn’t see the face of the man due to the angle of how the picture was taken.
But one thing was certain: Angela was having a secret affair and I had the evidence in my hand waiting for the right time to act.
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