Never Forgive Never Forget (Celeste and Philip) novel Chapter 163

Philip's eyes turned icy at her words.

"You… you know about her and Alfred?"

If the Duncan family found out Celeste was Alfred's mistress…

"Celeste is your half-sister—your father's own daughter. Why didn't any of you try to stop her?"

Beverly looked stunned.

Philip didn't even seem to notice he'd just called him a pathetic lapdog!

Instead, he kept defending Celeste!

What made Celeste so deserving of all these exceptional men falling for her?

Fury flared in Beverly's chest, and she blurted out before she could stop herself.

"Stop her? What for? Ever since she got involved with—"

She didn't finish.

Amanda, who had just come in carrying lunch, cut Beverly off in a panic.

"Ever since Celeste got into Alfred's circle, her social status has skyrocketed. Beverly, her half-sister, doesn't dare mess with her anymore. Even I, as her stepmother, have to tiptoe around her."

Beverly slapped a hand over her mouth, realization dawning—she'd almost let the secret of their marriage slip!

Amanda shot her a vicious glare.

Stupid girl!

If Philip found out Celeste and Alfred had already gotten married, he'd drop Celeste in a heartbeat. Then Celeste would focus all her energy on Alfred, and if he started backing her up… Amanda, Beverly, and Herbert would end up at Celeste's mercy every single day!

Philip, as Celeste's ex, was far too valuable as a wild card to lose right now.

Philip's expression darkened instantly.

"So even you, her stepmother, know about Celeste and Alfred…"

He remembered all the unfair treatment Celeste had suffered at home. A thought struck him—could it be the Duncan family had forced Celeste into this mess with Alfred?

"Celly, I get it now. I treated you badly before—please, just give me another chance. I'll take you out for candlelit dinners, we'll go to concerts, I'll even get you a custom violin, anything you want…"

Philip rambled on, desperate to prove he could be better than Alfred, hoping she'd forget the past and come back to him.

He pleaded with all his heart.

But Celeste only frowned, still struggling to free herself.

"I don't need any of that! I have work to do—let go of me…"

"Then what do you want? Whatever it is, if it's in my power, I'll give it to you!"

Philip still refused to release her wrist.

Celeste felt a headache coming on.

He'd made her these promises before. But he'd never kept them.

Like that candlelit dinner he said he'd reserve at the rooftop restaurant—he never actually did.