Novels by Seraphine

Damon's Point Of View The grand ballroom of the estate was cleared in less than ten minutes. I stood on the stone terrace, my hands gripped so hard against the railing that my knuckles turned completely white. Down on the lawn, the bright party lights were shut off one by one. Rich guests hurried toward their expensive cars in total shock, whispering among themselves about the sudden attack. My shirt was still unbuttoned at the throat where I had ripped off my black bow tie. The smell of gun smoke and damp earth still hung heavy in the night air. "Damon," Carter said, stepping out onto the dark terrace with a heavy tablet computer in his hand. His face was grim, carved from hard lines and deep worry. "The perimeter sweep is done. The intruder climbed over the west wall and disappeared into the state forest before our backup could cut him off. He left nothing behind except a broken branch and footprints in the mud." "That is not enough," I growled, my voice low and dangerous, vibra

Sienna’s Point Of View I ran down the hallway of the nursery wing, my heart hammering like a drum in my chest. Every shadow on the wall looked like a security guard waiting to catch me, but the hall was empty. Most of the house staff had been sent outside to help serve drinks at the big gala. I opened the nursery door quietly and stepped inside. Dr. Vance stood near the small wooden table, packing her medical bag, while two guards stood near the tall glass window overlooking the yard. Little Mia was asleep in her small white crib, while Leo and Toby sat on the soft rug, quietly stacking colored wooden blocks. "Dr. Vance," I said, forcing my voice to sound soft and natural. "Damon asked me to come up and take the children to his private office on the main floor. He wants them away from all the loud noise outside before he gives his speech." Dr. Vance smiled warmly and closed her bag. "Of course, Sienna. The boys have been very good tonight." The two guards nodded, opening the nurs

Sienna’s Point Of View The evening of the Sterling Charity Gala came with huge crowds, bright lights, and loud music. The whole estate ground was completely transformed. Big glass lights hung from high white tents in the yard, soft music played near the water fountain, and hundreds of rich guests in black suits and fancy dresses walked across the grass. Upstairs in the big master bedroom, I stood in front of the tall mirror on the wall. My breath felt short and tight in my chest. I wore a long green dress that reached all the way to the floor. It was a gift from Damon. It fit tight around my waist and fell smoothly down my legs. Bright diamonds sparkled around my neck, but to me, they felt like nothing more than a cold metal chain. The door opened, and Damon walked into the room. He looked big and very handsome in his sharp black tuxedo. His dark hair was brushed back neatly. But his dark eyes had that same cold, hard look they always carried. He walked right up behind me, stepping

Sienna’s Point Of View I ran into the master bathroom, locked the door behind me, and turned on the sink faucet all the way. Water rushed loudly down the drain, making enough noise to cover any small sound I made. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely pull the folded document out of my cardigan pocket. I set the paper down on the cold white counter and smoothed out the hard folds with my palm. It was an official bank receipt from Sterling Global Capital. The date at the top stood out in big black numbers: October 14, five years ago. That was the exact night my whole life was ruined in Suite 802. My eyes moved quickly down the page. Five million dollars had been moved out of Damon’s private account and sent to an offshore bank. At the bottom of the page was Damon’s sharp signature in dark ink, right beside his official red wax seal. Five million dollars paid out only hours after that awful night. My head throbbed. I pulled out my phone, took three clear photos of the bank

Sienna’s POV I pressed my spine against the icy concrete pillar, biting my lower lip to keep my ragged breaths silent. The bank paper in my pocket felt heavy against my ribs, a ticking bomb waiting to explode. "Sienna." Damon’s voice didn't shout. It was low, flat, and absolute...cutting straight through the dark basement corridor. His boots clicked against the floor, unhurried, steady, and relentless. He wasn't searching. He already knew where I was. I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, squeezed my hands into tight fists, and stepped out from behind the pillar. Damon stood five feet away. His hair was damp from the shower, his dark gray dress shirt unbuttoned at the throat with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. In his hand, he held the black keycard holder I had stolen from his nightstand. His dark eyes locked onto mine, burning with a lethal mix of fury and raw, possessive tension. "Give me one good reason why you are down here," Damon said, taking a slow, delib

Sienna’s POV The steel door swinged open. The sound sounded softly down the empty basement hall, making me freeze in place. I held my breath, listening hard for any footsteps or voices, but there was only deep silence. I stepped inside right away and pulled the door almost all the way shut behind me, leaving only a tiny crack of dim light from the corridor outside. My heart was beating fast and loud against my ribs like a trapped bird. It beat so hard and fast that I could barely take a proper breath. Cold air blew straight against my face and arms. I looked around the dark room, half-expecting to find a dusty space full of old belongings, dresses, or old journals. I expected to see pictures of a dead girl, or maybe boxes of old clothes that once belonged to a missing wife. But there were no women's clothes in here. No perfume bottles on dusty tables. No simple home items at all. The vault was not a storage bedroom. It was a high-tech security room built into the foundations o