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CHAPTER SEVEN. 

SERAPHINA. 

The morning sun came out and it did nothing to warm the cold, dead feeling inside my chest. I had spent the night staring at the ceiling of the guest bedroom, my mind spinning with Victor’s threats. 

My mother’s medical bills, my sister’s school fees, my father’s endless debts, they were all heavy stones crushing me into the dirt. I felt like an animal caught in a trap, waiting for the hunter to finish me off.

By afternoon, the silence in the house was broken by the sharp, loud chime of the doorbell.

I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. Victor was downstairs in his study, probably working on a case or talking to Gideon. 

I didn't want him to have any reason to interact with me, so I quickly hurried down the stairs to answer it myself.

I opened the large front door to find a courier standing on the porch. He was holding a sleek, glossy black box tied with a thick scarlet ribbon. 

It looked incredibly expensive and completely out of place in my messy and broken life.

"Delivery for Seraphina Kale," the courier said, holding out a digital clipboard.

"That is me," I murmured, signing my name with a trembling hand.

He handed me the box, gave a polite nod, and walked back to his van. 

I closed the door and stepped back into the foyer, staring at the package. There was no shipping label, just my name written in bold, elegant gold ink.

With a tight knot in my stomach, I pulled the scarlet ribbon and lifted the heavy lid. A rich, sweet scent of vanilla and expensive silk drifted into the air. 

Resting inside, nestled in layers of black tissue paper, was a piece of lingerie. But it wasn't just any lingerie. It was a sheer, crimson lace bodysuit. It was completely backless, with a dangerously low-cut front that would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

My breath caught in my throat. My face burned with instant heat.

Tucked into the side of the box was a small, heavy card. I opened it, my eyes widening as I read the neat handwriting:

“For our new secretary. Red is definitely your color, Seraphina. Wear it to the office tomorrow.”

Adrian.

"That arrogant bastard," I whispered, my voice shaking with pure fury.

How dare he? How dare he send something so highly inappropriate and scandalous to my matrimonial home? He was playing a dangerous game, mocking my situation, and using his wealth to stamp his authority all over my life. 

My body traitorously throbbed at the memory of his heavy gaze from yesterday, my clit pulsing behind my skirt, but my anger quickly swamped the heat.

Before I could even close the box to throw it into the trash, the doorbell rang again.

Ring!

I flinched, almost dropping Adrian’s package. I pressed the black box against my chest and opened the door again. A different courier stood there, holding a long, silver box with a white bow.

"Package for Seraphina Kale," he announced.

I snatched the pen, signed the pad, and took the box without saying a word. I slammed the door shut with my foot, my chest heaving. I tore the white ribbon off the silver box and flipped it open.

Inside was a sleek, high-end adult toy. It was made of medical-grade pink silicone, shaped beautifully, and looking like a piece of modern art. Next to it was a small bottle of luxury lubricant. A note fell out of the box, and I scrambled to catch it before it hit the floor.

“Since you ran away before we could show you how our inventory works. Use this tonight and think of me.” — Julian.

"Oh my god," I gasped, my vision blurring with panic.

They were insane. All of them were completely out of their minds. They were pushing my boundaries, testing how much I could take before I broke. I was furious, humiliated, and terrified. 

I tried to gather both boxes in my arms, desperate to run upstairs and hide them in the deepest corner of my closet where Victor would never find them.

Then, the doorbell rang a third time.

Ring!

The sharp sound felt like a gunshot in the quiet house. My hands shook so violently that Julian’s silver box slipped, the pink silicone toy clattering loudly onto the marble floor.

"No, no, no," I cried softly, dropping to my knees to scramble for the items.

The front door opened before I could even stand up. The courier hadn't even waited this time; he had just left a large, heavy gold box on the porch. But that wasn't the problem.

The problem was the heavy footsteps walking out of the study.

"What is all this racket out here, Seraphina?" Victor’s cold, smooth voice cut through the air.

I froze on the floor, my hands wrapped around the sheer red lace and the pink adult toy. I raised my head slowly, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. 

Victor was standing at the edge of the living room, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His dark eyes shifted down, taking in the scene.

He saw the glossy black box, the silver box, the gold box sitting on the porch, and the explicit gifts clutched in my trembling hands.

My breath hitched. I braced myself for the explosion. I braced myself for him to scream. 

Instead, a slow, amused smile spread across his face. He walked over slowly, standing directly over me like a giant looking down at an insect. He reached down and picked up Julian’s note from the floor, reading it silently. Then, he looked at Adrian's card.

He let out a dry, disgusting chuckle. It was a sound full of pure mockery and amusement.

"Well, well, well," Victor murmured, kicking the silver box lightly with the toe of his expensive leather shoe. "Look at this. A glossy red bodysuit, a luxury vibrator, and another gold box waiting outside. Three packages, Seraphina. Three distinct deliveries."

He leaned down, grabbing my chin with a firm, tight grip, forcing me to look up into his cruel eyes. "So, it really was three men last night, wasn't it? I guessed it yesterday, but this... this is hilarious. You really were starving for it, weren't you?"

"Victor, stop," I choked out, trying to pull my face away, but his grip only tightened. Tears of pure humiliation stung the corners of my eyes. "It's not what you think. I didn't…” 

"I don't care what you did," he interrupted coldly, releasing my chin with a dismissive shove that made me stumble back against the floor. He stood back up, wiping his hand on his trousers as if I had contaminated him. 

"In fact, I find it pathetic. You’ve been begging for my attention for two years, and the moment you find out the truth, you throw yourself at three different men like a dog looking for scraps."

He walked over to the front door, picked up the third gold box from the porch, and tossed it carelessly onto the floor next to me. The lid popped open, revealing a stunning, expensive diamond necklace from Sebastian, with a note that read: 

“A little something to keep you shining until tomorrow.” 

Victor looked at the diamonds, then back at me, his expression turning into a look of deep disgust.

"Like I told you yesterday, Seraphina, your private life does not interest me," Victor repeated, his voice deadpan and flat. 

"You can fuck whoever you want. You can let these three men split you open every single night for all I care. Clearly, your body has a huge craving that needs to be filled, and I am glad someone else is taking out the trash."

His words sliced through me like a razor blade, completely shredding my pride. He was my husband, and he was looking at me like I was nothing more than dirt on his shoe.

"But let me make one thing very clear," Victor warned, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low hiss. 

"You keep this hidden from the public. If a single camera catches you with these men, if a single rumor gets out that ruins my reputation as a top divorce lawyer, I will end you. We remain married on paper. You play the loving wife when I need you to. Do we have a deal?"

I couldn't answer. I just sat there on the cold marble floor, surrounded by luxury gifts from three dangerous billionaires, while my toxic husband looked down at me with pure contempt.

"Clean up this garbage," Victor snapped, turning around and walking back toward his study without another word. The heavy door slammed shut behind him, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence.

I looked down at the red lace, the pink silicone, and the sparkling diamonds. My body was shaking, a strange mix of raging anger and deep, trembling fear washing over me. 

Adrian, Julian, and Sebastian had brought this chaos directly to my doorstep. They were playing with my life like it was a game.

I gathered the boxes tightly in my arms, my teeth grinding together as I stood up. They wanted to see me break. They wanted to make me horny, to make me crazy, to force me into their beds. But as I marched up the stairs to hide the packages, a new spark of defiance lit up inside my chest.

They thought I was weak because I was starved. They thought they could buy me with luxury toys and diamonds. But I was going to play hard to get. I was going to protect the little bit of dignity I had left, no matter how much my body screamed for their touch. 

I would not give in to them. They can go to hell!