Billionaire Damian Castelmont Tears Down His Mansion To Save Missing Wife Sofia After Toxic Rival Celeste Varenne Forces Her Into Domestic Slavery Secrets Exposed Today
CHAPTER 2
The air in the grand hallway curdled, turning thick and suffocating as Celeste Varenne stood on the glass staircase. Her laughter, quiet and sharp as a surgeon’s blade, cut through the silence that had paralyzed Damian Castelmont.
Damian’s chest heaved, his heart hammering against his ribs like a caged animal desperate to escape. He looked from the perfectly manicured villain on the stairs to his wife—his beautiful, vibrant Sofia—now huddled on the floor like a wounded animal.
“You think this is a game, Celeste?” Damian’s voice was a low, guttural growl that shook the crystal chandelier hanging above them. “You think you can kidnap my wife and turn her into a maid in my own home?”
Celeste didn’t blink. She glided down the staircase, her expensive cream-colored trousers flowing like liquid silk against the sharp, modern angles of the room.
“Kidnap is such a harsh, ugly word, Damian,” she purred, stopping just a few feet from him, her smile devoid of any warmth. “I simply found her wandering in Barcelona, broken and alone, and decided to give her a purpose.”
Damian’s gaze darted back to Sofia. She was trembling, her knuckles white as she gripped the wet mop handle, refusing to meet his eyes.
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“Sofia, look at me,” he commanded, his voice cracking with the sheer weight of his grief and desperation. “It’s me. It’s Damian. Please, baby, just look at me.”
Sofia flinched, a small, involuntary whimper escaping her throat. It wasn't the sound of a woman who didn't remember; it was the sound of a woman who had been trained to fear the consequences of recognition.
