The cursed billionnaire slave

, but she kept going, pushed by something stronger than just wanting to know-she had to know. This palace was a maze of hidden things, and she was only now starting to peel it o

brown eyes soft with something like pity. "This book-it's got the lives of the ones before you. The ones who wore those." Her gaze flicked to the golden chains on Celestine's wrists. "The ones stuck here." Her stomach twisted into a knot. She reached for the book. The second her fingers brushed the page, the ink shimmered-then moved. And then- Memories hit her like a flood. Another life. Another her. A love that went sour, stabbed in the back. A death that somehow turned into waking up again. She stumbled back, gasping, her lungs burning. Alina grabbed her before she hit the ground. "My lady-!" Everything blurred. The past was waking up. And it wouldn't shut up. Her whole body shook as the memories crashed through her, a wave she couldn't fight. Pictures flashed in her head-fast, broken, like lightning she couldn't hold onto. A dark hallway. A promise whispered in the shadows. A man's voice, low and familiar, saying things she couldn't quite hear. Her legs gave out. "Celestine!" Alina caught her just in time, her small hands barely keeping her up. The room spun, then settled, but she still felt like she was falling. Her chest heaved as she grabbed the pedestal's edge, fingers diggin