Chapter 11 - Caught in the Act
The closet door suddenly flew open, flooding the dark interior with harsh midday light.
Celeste stood in the doorway, her face twisted into an expression of cold, venomous fury.
“Give me that book, Holland,” she commanded, holding out her hand.
Holland clutched the leather journal to his chest, scrambling backward until he hit the back wall of shelving.
“No! You killed my mom! I'm giving this to Daddy!” Holland cried out, his voice cracking with desperate rage.
Celeste lunged forward with terrifying speed, grabbing the journal from his hands and ripping it away with a violent yank.
“Your father doesn't want to hear your childish fairy tales, Holland,” Celeste hissed, her teeth bared.
“He is a successful billionaire who cares about his empire, not the ghost of a sickly, unstable woman who couldn't even manage her own health.”
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“He loves me!” Holland shouted back, tears streaming down his face.
“He loves his status more,” Celeste corrected coldly, sliding the journal into the deep pocket of her designer blazer.
