My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 2: Fatal Attraction? Who Am I Attracting?

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Fatal Attraction? Who Am I Attracting?

Declan Norwood was certain of this. From the moment their wedding date was set, he had considered her a prize already won, dismissing her talk of breaking the engagement as a childish tantrum.

"I got out of line this time. I promise, it won’t happen again, okay?"

Celia Sterling didn’t accept the box of priceless jewelry. "It’s late. You should go."

Reluctantly, Declan Norwood shamelessly leaned in to grab her hand, trying to coax her.

"I’ll clear my schedule for next week. You like skiing, baby. How about I take you to Montaigne for a bit?"

Celia didn’t answer, only repeating softly, "You should go."

Declan gave her a deep, lingering look. "Alright, then. I’ll video call you when I get back to The Majestic, baby."

The Majestic was a villa Declan Norwood had personally commissioned at great expense after they started dating. It was intended to be their marital home, and nearly every detail was designed according to Celia Sterling’s tastes. Yet in their three years together, Celia had only visited it once, escorted by Kian Sterling.

Declan, on the other hand, had moved out of his family’s old residence and eagerly taken up residence there himself.

Along with him, he had moved in quite a few items related to Celia Sterling.

He would even add haute couture women’s clothing from time to time, always ready for the lady of the house to move in.

He truly was serious about their impending marriage.

Unfortunately, the philandering nature he had suppressed for three years had flared up again.

Now, a scandal had erupted.

If he still wanted to get married, he’d have to see if Kian Sterling would even allow it.

Celia Sterling watched his back recede into the distance before getting up and going to her bedroom. She tossed the box of expensive jewelry Declan had left into a cabinet. After a moment’s thought, she took out three exquisite, custom-made glass bottles from a drawer.

She sent a voice call request to Kian Sterling.

Kian Sterling’s voice was warm. "Cece, what is it?"

"There was a trending topic today..." Celia Sterling wasn’t sure if news of Declan’s outrageous behavior had reached Kian’s ears, so she spoke tentatively. "It was about Declan and..."

"Declan Norwood and Summer Sutton?" Kian Sterling’s voice was unruffled. "Cece, come to my study. We’ll talk there."

Celia understood at once. ’Kian already knows everything he needs to know.’

As night deepened, lights gradually flickered on throughout the grand, standalone villa.

Carrying an exquisitely wrapped, starlight-gray gift box, Celia Sterling pushed open the door to Kian Sterling’s study.

Light and shadow shifted inside. Kian Sterling was sitting relaxed on the sofa, his profile hidden in the darkness, revealing only the faint outline of his perfect features.

Celia stepped forward, a hint of apology in her voice.

"Kian, my troublesome fiancé... he poached one of your people. I’m sorry."

Kian Sterling looked up, his sharply chiseled, handsome features revealed in the light. His eyes were deep-set, his nose high-bridged. A single beauty mark was perched perfectly just below his eyelid, adding a touch of subtle, bewitching charm.

He was naturally cold and domineering, yet he had a fondness for bright and beautiful things. He was still in a starlight-blue business casual outfit. Beside him, red wine swirled in a brilliant amber-colored glass. A large pile of documents waiting to be signed sat on the table, a clear sign he was still busy with work.

Casually pushing the documents aside, Kian Sterling’s gaze fell upon Celia Sterling.

Celia was wearing a set of sophisticated, Hong Kong-style pajamas. For comfort, the hidden clasp at her collarbone was undone. With her makeup removed, her fair, delicate face was unadorned. Compared to the bright, flamboyant woman she was in front of Declan, she now had a gentle and delicate air.

"It’s not poaching." Kian Sterling’s gaze lingered for only a moment before he withdrew it. He tapped the spot beside him with his well-defined fingers. "Come here."

He was seven years older than Celia. Their father had moved abroad long ago, cutting off almost all contact with the siblings. Their mother had remarried into another wealthy family, and her relationship with them was also distant; they only saw her once or twice a year. Celia had been raised almost single-handedly by Kian. He was both a brother and a father to her, and their bond was incredibly deep.

Celia studied Kian Sterling carefully for several seconds. Seeing that he didn’t truly seem angry, she grew bolder. She walked over and sat down next to him, speaking without reservation.

"I saw the pictures from the trending topic. My sister-in-law-to-be looked completely repulsed. It must have been Declan getting ahead of himself. Kian, you can just blame Declan. You don’t have to take it out on her."

"I already said it wasn’t poaching." Kian Sterling lightly patted her head, his tone flat. "And don’t go calling her your sister-in-law. I’m not going to marry Summer Sutton."

The elite were full of gossip about loveless marriages, but Celia didn’t dare pry into her own brother’s affairs.

She took out the gift box, removed the sparkling glass bottle from within, and placed it in front of Kian Sterling, looking slightly dejected.

"As your sister, I have no right to interfere in who you marry. But on paper, Summer Sutton is still your woman. Declan’s behavior this time was completely out of line. This is an apology gift. Please accept it, Kian."

Kian glanced at it. "What fragrance did you mix this time?"

"It has an ambergris base, with fifty-six special elements added. It’s an intertwining of fatal attraction and mystery, which perfectly suits your aura. It doesn’t have a name yet. Why don’t you name it?"

Kian shot her a look. "’Fatal attraction,’ huh? Who am I supposed to attract?"

"You’re the unobtainable prize that the socialites of the Capital Circle have failed to win over for years." Celia Sterling blinked. "There are three bottles. One for your love nest in Port Sovereign, one for your office, and one for your study. You can attract whoever you want."

Kian casually put the fragrance away. "Stop mixing these sorts of man-magnets. Just call it Brightmoon."

Brightmoon. The name didn’t match the scent of the fragrance at all.

"Why did you pick such a strange name, Kian?" Celia asked, curious. "Are you trying to be the unreachable moon in the sky?"

"I just picked it randomly." Kian didn’t continue the topic. His gaze fell on her again, and he frowned. "You’re a grown woman. Stop dressing so sloppily."

Celia immediately fastened the hidden clasp on her collar.

She lowered her eyes, guiltily bringing up the real issue. "Kian... if I want to break off the engagement..."

Kian hummed in agreement. "Declan... yes, he’s not an option anymore."

Celia’s eyes lit up. "So, you support me breaking off the engagement?"

"I don’t."

Celia’s face fell again. "You’re just like Declan. You also think that breaking the engagement will affect the major projects between our two families?"

"That’s one reason." Kian slowly took a cigarette from a drawer, holding it between his lips without lighting it. "Declan is easy to handle. But the Norwood Family also has Silas Norwood, and he’s a headache. That man puts his family’s interests above all else. He’s not easy to deal with."

Celia was confused. "Silas Norwood, the head of the Norwood Family? He’s been very low-key in recent years. I haven’t had much interaction with him. But I remember he peeled chestnuts for me when I was little. He seemed quite approachable."

"Approachable? He’s been in charge of the Norwood Family for several years, and he’s used his iron-fisted methods to purge the family’s inner circle until his word became law."

Kian picked up the amber-colored wine glass and swirled it, his tone laced with scorn. "The world of finance is a bloodbath. What, you thought they called him the Capital Circle’s God of Slaughter for fun?"

A shadow fell over Celia’s mood. "Then what do I do? Bite the bullet and marry him, and let everyone in our circle laugh about how a Sterling woman and her supposed sister-in-law are sharing the same man?"

"My Cece won’t be a target for anyone’s gossip." Kian looked at his sister, his eyes darkening slightly, which made the beauty mark by his eye seem deeper as well. "We’ll see after you’ve met with Silas Norwood."