The cursed billionnaire slave

idn't dare let out. Lucien stood next to her, not moving, his eyes locked on the shut doors. His face didn't show much, but she could see the way his jaw tightened, the way his shoulde

he couldn't get away fast enough. Celestine stayed where she was, her thoughts spinning like a storm. Those silver eyes stuck with her, digging into some deep part of her she couldn't touch. A memory, maybe, buried so far down she couldn't reach it. Had she met him before? How could she have? She didn't have a life before this damn palace. Or did she? A soft voice cut through the noise in her head. "My lady?" She turned and saw Alina hovering by the side door. The girl's face was pale, her eyes flicking quick bet

wing jittery shadows across the stone walls. They headed deeper into the palace, slipping past the servants' rooms and cluttered storage spaces, down a narrow passage Celestine