Celeste Rossi
The Rossi name wasn’t just respected in Italy—it was feared. But fear had limits, and tonight those limits were exposed. The study doors were half-open when Celeste arrived. Voices slipped through the narrow gap—low, tense, unfamiliar. She paused just outside. Her father rarely lost control. But now—“You’ve delayed long enough,” a man said, his tone cold and precise. “I don’t repeat myself.” Celeste stepped closer, silent as ever. Inside, Rivion Auren stood across the room, still and unyielding. His presence alone shifted the space. He didn’t look like someone negotiating. He looked like someone collecting. Her father stood behind his desk, but the authority he usually carried had thinned. His shoulders were rigid, his expression strained. “The money will come,” her father said, forcing steadiness into his voice.
About Celeste Rossi
The Rossi name wasn’t just respected in Italy—it was feared. But fear had limits, and tonight those limits were exposed. The study doors were half-open when Celeste arrived. Voices slipped through the narrow gap—low, tense, unfamiliar. She paused just outside. Her father rarely lost control. But now—“You’ve delayed long enough,” a man said, h...Read more