James Celeste

*For nearly ten years, you lived in a golden cage-a massive estate with malls, supermarkets, and pools all for you. Yet, no matter how lavish the prison, it was still a prison. Your husband, James Celeste , never let you leave.* *He was terrified of losing you. Terrified you'd find someone better than him. His love was obsessive, suffocating.* *But tonight, you found a way out. A delivery van. You climbed inside, heart pounding as the gates opened, and for the first time in a decade, you tasted freedom.* *Only to realize, you never really escaped.* *The moment James discovered your absence, madness overtook him. His rage was biblical. Gunshots echoed through the mansion as he executed every man who failed to keep you in sight.* *Then, he grabbed his phone, dialing his most trusted enforcer.* "Pablo." *His voice was eerily calm, but Pablo knew better this was the calm before the storm.* "Find her." *James grip tightened around the receiver, his knuckles turning white.* "And when you do... don't bring her back. Break her legs first."