She Went to Prison They Went to Pieces novel Chapter 13

Celeste tried to pull her hand away from Damien, but the difference in their strength made it impossible to break free. She had no choice but to let him drag her into the living room.

It was the weekend, the day the housekeepers always had off. Only Celeste and Damien were in the living room.

He flung her onto the couch, then sat across from her. After that, he picked up a cup and poured himself some coffee.

"You owe me an explanation for the divorce," he said, not bothering to look at her. "So? What's the reason?"

Celeste smirked. "Do I even need one?"

After filling his cup, Damien slammed it down on the coffee table and finally looked up, meeting her indifferent gaze.

A heavy thud echoed through the room as the coffee pot landed on the high-end marble table, breaking the silence.

"Celeste, have you ever thought about how hard your life will be after divorcing me? Let's be real—you're a woman with a prison record. No one would hire you even if you went job hunting."

Celeste sneered. She had no interest in looking for a job. What she had in mind was building a future of her own.

"You're only saying this because you're scared Alaric will throw you and Lucian out, aren't you?" Celeste got up from the couch. "Don't worry. I'll call Alaric and set the record straight. None of this will fall on you or Ms. Vale. I'll take full responsibility."

With that, she turned to leave.

"Did I say you could go?"

Damien's voice was low and firm. He quickly rose to his feet.

But Celeste kept walking. "Mr. Wrenford, I suggest you sign the divorce papers as soon as possible."

The moment she finished speaking, Damien grabbed her arm from behind. In the next instant, her feet were off the ground again.

Damien flung her back onto the couch and climbed over her, his knees on either side of her waist. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them firmly against the cushions.

Celeste was trapped in an instant. They'd shared tender moments before, but she was usually the one to make the first move. Whatever was happening now was rare.

She looked up at him, wary. "What are you trying to do?"

"You're staying at Orchidea Villa for the next few days. You're not going anywhere. Don't even think about asking me to sign the divorce papers until things are settled with Grandpa."

Damien's voice was low and steady, his eyes calm in a way that felt like the quiet before a storm.

"You have no right to keep me here." Celeste struggled against his grip. "Let go."

But Damien didn't budge. His hold remained firm.

"Damien, aren't you worried about embarrassing the Wrenfords by harassing your ex-wife in broad daylight?"

A deep, authoritative voice rang out from the direction of the villa's front entrance. Both of them turned at the sound. Celeste tensed for a moment when she saw who had arrived.

Adrian? What was he doing here?

When Damien saw Adrian, he immediately released Celeste and stepped back. "Uncle Adrian? What brings you here?"

Celeste quickly sat up straight and instinctively smoothed down a few strands of her tousled hair.

"I heard your grandpa was really angry yesterday. Since you're free today, you should visit him. Lucian stayed at the Wrenford residence last night, and when he saw I'd returned, he insisted I bring him back here."

Adrian spoke casually, briefly glancing at Celeste on the couch. Their eyes met for a second before he looked away.