My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 366

Chapter 366: Chapter 366 THE PLAN

CELESTE’S POV

I turned away from the balcony and descended the stairs—but the scene shifted as I moved.

The music grew louder and richer. No longer the background orchestral swell from the Lockwood estate, but something more modern.

Velvet strings layered over bass. Laughter echoed off higher ceilings.

Crystal chandeliers dangled above. Marble floors glowed beneath me. Gold-veined columns caught and split the light.

By the time I reached the lower level, the air no longer smelled like home.

Expensive perfume clung to every guest, permeating the air; ambition hovered, sharp and cold.

The Elysian.

The realization struck with a strange, electric clarity.

Of course.

The hunt had ended hours ago. This was later. The closing ceremony was taking place in the ballroom.

Guests clustered in elegant knots across the hotel’s grand lounge, gowns shimmering beneath the lights. Waitstaff moved like clockwork, silver trays glinting as they passed.

And there—near the bar, half-shadowed but unmistakable—stood Beta Jason.

He looked exactly as I remembered.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Handsome in a safe, accessible way that made people trust him too easily.

His smile curved just enough to seem sincere, but if you looked close enough, there was always a hint of mischief hiding there.

His eyes lifted, locking on mine.

For a flicker of a second, something in his gaze sharpened—too aware, too focused.

Had his eyes always been brown?

I smoothed my expression and approached him.

“You’re late,” I said, though the clock behind the bar told me I was the one who had kept him waiting.

He inclined his head. “Forgive me. I wanted everything arranged properly.”

“Good.” I plucked a flute of champagne from a passing tray and handed it to him without looking. “You remember the plan?”

He accepted the glass but didn’t drink. “Why don’t you remind me?”

I rolled my eyes. “Seduce her, moron. Start in the hall before moving to the room.” I smirked. “The leaked footage will be in two forms—PG and X-rated.”

Something flashed across his face, but it was gone before I could place it.

“And?”

“And I’ll arrive with witnesses.”

He nodded. “Got it.”

The unease flickered again—quick and subtle, like a draft beneath a closed door, stirring up something sharp and anxious at the base of my spine.

Had his voice always carried that calm weight? That faint edge beneath the charm?

I studied him more closely.

He arched a brow.

“See something you like?” he murmured, stepping closer. His breath ghosted near my ear. “You know, I would much rather be doing this with you. I’m not even sure I can get it up for your prude sister.”

Revulsion flashed hot in my chest, but I swallowed it down.

I didn’t need to like him.

I needed him to be useful.

"Get it up or don’t," I replied coolly. "I don’t care how you do it—just make sure it’s as scandalous as possible. I need her utterly disgraced, and her weak little reputation ruined beyond repair."

His eyes darkened.

“Utterly?” he repeated.

"Utterly." I leaned closer, lowering my voice until it was barely above the music. "I want her so trashed that nobody will ever look at her without wrinkling their nose in disgust.”

He held my gaze.

“And after?” he asked. “What’s the point of all this?”

“After,” I said softly, savoring the promise of it, “any minuscule chance she might have had with Kieran will be gone.” I snorted. “I won’t be surprised if Father disowns her.”

The music swelled as more guests filtered into the lounge from the Hunt’s closing ceremony. Laughter rose. Glasses clinked.

Jason inclined his head toward the elevators. “Wanna check out the room? Make sure you’re okay with the camera angles.”

We moved separately—careful, subtle. No need to draw attention.

The room at the end of the Elysian’s upper corridor stood exactly as I remembered. Heavy wooden door. Gold placard. Thick carpet muffling every step.

Jason opened it with a keycard and gestured for me to go inside first.

The lights were dimmed to a warm glow. Curtains half-drawn over the city skyline. A bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket.

History coiled in the air.

I forced the memory down—the image of bursting through the door and finding Sera and Kieran tangled together—along with the bitter realization that my carefully laid plan had spectacularly backfired.

I stepped farther in, heels sinking into plush carpet.

“You always talk a big game,” I said without turning. “Make sure you put your money where your mouth is.”

Jason closed the door behind us with a soft click.

“For the record,” he said mildly, “this is a rather elaborate grudge.”

“It’s not a grudge,” I replied. “It’s correction. It’s making sure everything stays in its rightful place.” 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

“Right.”

I faced him fully now.

“Make sure there’s enough to be caught on both cameras,” I instructed.

“And if she resists?”

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