Chapter 22 - The Poisoned Wine
Celeste stopped laughing.
Her expression hardened into something ancient, predatory, and utterly inhuman.
“You can't divorce me, Damian,” she whispered, stepping toward him with a slow, hypnotic glide.
“Our prenuptial agreement gives me fifty percent voting control over Ashford Global Enterprises if you attempt to dissolve our marriage.”
“I’d rather lose every penny I own than spend another second under the same roof with a monster,” Damian replied, turning toward the door.
“Before you walk out that door, darling,” Celeste said smoothly, lifting a crystal decanter from the side table, “let us toast to our future.”
She poured a glass of dark red vintage wine, holding it out toward him with an inviting smile.
“I don't want your wine, Celeste,” Damian snapped, reaching for the doorknob.
“Drink it, Damian,” a small, trembling voice echoed from the doorway.
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Both adults spun around to see Holland standing in the hallway in his blue pajama set, his face pale as chalk.
“Don't drink it, Daddy! She put the medicine in it! Just like she did to Mommy!”
