Rain slicked the pavement outside Celeste’s private estate as the gates closed behind her armored SUV. The air was heavy, not with weather, but with betrayal.
Inside, the living room was dimly lit, silent but for the low hum of security checks being conducted throughout the grounds. Damien had deployed a full sweep of the property and locked down access to all internal systems.
But none of that stopped the gnawing ache in Celeste’s chest. Miles, her trusted secretsry, her friend, hadn’t just leaked confidential war strategy, he’d sold pieces of her heart. Videos, voice notes, Paris footage. Moments meant only for her and Damien… now in the hands of her enemy. And he hadn’t even said goodbye.
“I want to talk to him,” Celeste said sharply, pacing across the room. “Don’t protect me from th
