로그인The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it to get even. He wants to make her cry the way he did. He wants her to pay for abandoning their child. But Killian didn't expect to see her like this. He expected a cold, gold-digging queen. Instead, he finds a woman who is bruised, broken, and scared for her life. The hate is still there, but seeing another man lay a hand on her makes his blood boil. Now, a war is starting in the Thorne mansion. Maximilian is a monster who won't let his "property" go. He starts to notice the way Killian looks at his wife, and it makes him even more obsessed and dangerous. Killian came for revenge, but now he has a new rule: If anyone is going to punish Seraphina, it’s going to be him. And he will kill any man who tries to touch what belongs to him.
더 보기The mansion did not sleep that night. Though everything seemed calm on the surface, every corridor felt alive with invisible movement, as if the building itself knew that something irreversible was brewing within. Seraphina noticed it in the smallest details: the way the staff spoke more quietly, the way security rotated more frequently, even how silence itself seemed monitored.Maya had been put to bed early. Seraphina stayed with her until she fell asleep, holding her hand longer than necessary, as if letting go would somehow confirm that everything beyond that room was real.Now she stood in the hallway outside Maya’s door, watching it closely. Killian approached silently from behind. “She’s asleep,” he said quietly. Seraphina nodded without turning. “I know,” she replied. Then Killian spoke again, his voice even lower: “The statement will go out within the hour.”Seraphina finally turned to him. Her expression
The gates closed behind the last vehicle with a finality that felt less like safety and more like a pause between pressures. The mansion did not return to peace, for peace had become something none of them trusted anymore. It simply settled into stillness—the kind that waits to be shattered again.Seraphina stayed inside with Maya long after Dante confirmed the withdrawal. She kept her daughter close, her hand resting lightly on the child’s back, as if she could physically anchor her away from everything that had just unfolded beyond the walls.Maya had drifted into a quiet half-sleep, her breathing slow and even, unaware of how much the world around her had shifted. Seraphina remained motionless.She couldn’t decide whether the worst part was the visit itself or the fact that it had ended without resolution. Nothing about Dominic Cross felt like an ending; everything about him seemed like a beginning that only pretended to pause.Footst
The moment Killian’s words echoed beyond the gates, the atmosphere shifted in an unmistakable way. It was neither loud nor explosive, yet it was absolute—like a line had been drawn that no amount of legal jargon or media presence could casually cross. The lawyer standing closest to him adjusted his stance, clearly unsettled by the calm refusal.“You are making a serious mistake,” the man said carefully. “This is a lawful request backed by international media oversight and pending verification authority from the Cross estate.”Killian did not respond immediately. He simply looked at him, and that silence carried more weight than any raised voice could. Behind them, cameras remained fixed, capturing every second of the standoff. Reporters were beginning to sense that this was no ordinary corporate dispute—it was something more personal, more controlled, and far more dangerous.Finally, Killian spoke. “A mistake,&rdqu
The silence inside the mansion did not last; it never truly did anymore. Seraphina stood near the entrance to the living room, Maya still in her arms, feeling the child’s breathing slowly even out again as she drifted between wakefulness and sleep. The house felt tighter now, as if the walls had become aware of what was approaching and were bracing themselves.Killian was already moving—but shifting into something colder, more precise, as if every part of him had been trained for moments exactly like this. Dante’s voice came through the secured line again.“They are outside the perimeter,” he said. “Two legal teams, one press convoy, and private security vehicles. They are requesting formal entry under emergency verification protocol.”Seraphina’s fingers tightened slightly against Maya’s back. Killian did not look at her when he spoke. “They will not enter the house,” he said.Dante paused
I felt my whole breath leaving my lungs immediately, especially when his eyes seemed to be fixated on me instead of Max who was actually waiting for his arrival.A tugging question crept up inside of me immediately: What is he doing here?"Good evening, I'm Joseph Cross, the new bodyguard." He intr
The estate fell silent following Maya’s final words, but this was no longer the silence of inactivity. Something stirring beneath the mansion had begun processing a conclusion that none of them were prepared to fully comprehend.The atmosphere inside the grand hall felt altered in a
Killian’s POV"What are you doing here?" she asked.For a moment, I felt my senses snapping back into place. Her hands were around my neck; they were soft and warm, just like I remembered, but her face didn't give me the satisfaction I had waited six years to see.Six years ago, I woke up briefly i
Seraphina POVI stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my dressing room, staring at myself as I was draped in an emerald dress, my hair was swept up in a sleek, tight bun that pulled at my scalp, and my face was painted to perfection by my makeup artists. It was so slick enough to cover t






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