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Chapter 9

Author: DGorgeous1
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Rain fell like knives the next morning. It hadn’t stopped since the night Seraphina and Lucien shared that almost-kiss. That almost-fall.

But no one in the estate mentioned the storm.

No one mentioned that Lucien Marchesi had stayed in her room until sunrise, or that he left before anyone saw. No one spoke of how Raina’s hands trembled as she delivered breakfast, or how Adriana’s eyes tracked Seraphina like a hawk spotting a wounded rabbit.

Seraphina walked the halls like she belonged there.

Not like a prisoner. Not like a queen.

Like a woman with a plan.

Because she had one now — one built not just on escape, but on retribution.

She’d seen the files. Knew where the cracks were in Lucien’s empire.

And she knew exactly where to drive her blade.

She found Matteo in the training yard by accident.

He was sparring with one of the guards — shirtless, sweating, grinning like violence was foreplay. His movements were fast, erratic, calculated chaos.

When he saw her watching, he stopped mid-sw
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