Celeste's POV
The world felt like it was closing in on me.
Since that morning at the Black mansion, I hadn't slept properly. Every whisper in the city, every headline that mentioned the Blacks, somehow had my name tangled in it.
The mistress…The pregnant traitor….The woman who ruined a family.
Someone seems to be targeting me on purpose, I can't even go out without people pointing at me and whispering.
I stared blankly at my reflection in the mirror, my skin looked pale, my eyes were hollow. There was no trace of the confident, flawless heiress I used to see.
The mascara wand in my hand hovered in midair, trembling slightly before I dropped it into the sink.
Raymond had been thrown and out just like that, my plans were ruined.
One sentence from Grandpa Black and the whole house has turned against him as well.
The staff looked at him like a stranger, the guards refused to open the gate for him, like he was some peasant.
