Chapter 8 CHAPTER 8

CELIA’S POV

The word—stepbrothers—hung in the air between us, a poison so potent I could taste it on my tongue. It wasn’t just a word. It was a life sentence. A cruel joke. A final, unassailable victory for them.

My vision tunneled. The grand foyer, the marble floor, the smug faces of the Hale bro...