LOGINSeraphina Vale had always believed tears were a weakness.She had learned that lesson before she was old enough to understand why.The first time she cried after losing her family, there had been people watching.Lawyers.Reporters.Strangers who pretended to care.They had looked at the broken girl standing outside the courthouse and whispered about her father, her family's disgrace, and the empire that had collapsed overnight.She had cried then.Never again.After that day, Seraphina learned how to swallow pain before it reached her eyes.She learned how to turn grief into discipline.Anger into ambition.Fear into silence.So when she woke that night and saw Lucien Virelli bleeding on the floor, her first instinct wasn't to scream.It was to fight.The memory came back in fragments.The gunshot.Lucien stepping in front of her.The sound of his body hitting the marble.The blood.Too much blood.And then his voice.Stay behind me.Even while wounded, he had been thinking about her
I didn't sleep that night.Not because of the blood on Lucien's shirt.Not because of the gunshot that had nearly taken his life.And not even because of the image of him standing between me and the assassin without hesitation.I couldn't sleep because one question kept circling through my mind.What if Lucien had been telling the truth?I lay beneath the dark canopy of our bed, staring at the ceiling while rain tapped softly against the windows.The room was silent.Too silent.Lucien was asleep—or at least pretending to be.He had refused medical attention beyond having Matteo clean and bandage the cut along his side. The bullet had grazed him. That was what the doctor said.A graze.As if watching the man who terrified an entire city bleed because someone had been aiming at me was something ordinary.I turned my head.Lucien lay on his back, one arm resting across his stomach. Even asleep, he looked guarded. Controlled.But tonight, there was something different.Vulnerability.His
Seraphina woke to the sound of rain.Not gentle rain.Heavy rain.It hammered against the windows of the Virelli estate, turning the world outside into a blur of silver and darkness.For several seconds, she didn’t know where she was.Then she felt the ache in her shoulder.The bitter taste in her mouth.The faint smell of antiseptic.And the memory returned.The gunshot.She had been walking through the underground archive beneath the east wing when the lights went out.Someone had grabbed her from behind.She remembered fighting.A struggle.A flash of metal.Then Lucien’s voice.Cold.Furious.“Get away from my wife.”After that, everything had happened too quickly.Now she was lying in the guest bedroom, staring at the ceiling.Her fingers slowly moved toward her shoulder.Bandaged.The bullet hadn’t entered deeply. The doctor had said it was a graze.But Lucien hadn’t listened.He had stayed beside her until the doctor forced him out.Seraphina turned her head toward the chair be
The first thing Seraphina noticed was the blood.It was too bright against the white marble floor.A single drop.Then another.Then another.She stood frozen in the hallway, staring at the trail leading toward Lucien's study.Her heart began to pound.“Lucien?”No answer.She moved faster.The mansion had been unusually quiet all evening. The guards had doubled after the last attempt on her life, and Lucien had spent most of the night in his study with Matteo.Something was wrong.She reached the study door.It was slightly open.“Lucien?”Still nothing.Seraphina pushed the door open.Her breath caught.Lucien was standing beside his desk.One hand pressed against his side.Blood soaked through the black shirt beneath his jacket.For several seconds, neither of them moved.Then his eyes lifted to hers.Dark.Calm.Far too calm for a man bleeding in his own house.“You shouldn't be here.”Seraphina stared at him in disbelief.“You're bleeding.”“I noticed.”Her anger flared immediate
Seraphina knew something was wrong the moment Matteo refused to meet her eyes.He stood in the doorway of the private library, one hand pressed against the wooden frame, his expression unusually tense. Matteo Rossi was rarely nervous. He had worked for Lucien for years, survived threats, negotiations, betrayals, and situations that would have sent ordinary men running.Yet now, he looked like a man carrying a secret that had become too heavy to keep.Seraphina closed the book in front of her.“What happened?”Matteo hesitated.“That depends on what you already know.”Her eyes narrowed.“I know you were involved with my family before I met Lucien.”His jaw tightened.“Who told you that?”“No one.”She stood.“I found the records.”Matteo looked toward the hallway before stepping inside and closing the door behind him.“You shouldn’t have found those.”“I didn’t ask whether I should have.”Her voice was cold.“I asked what they mean.”Matteo remained silent.Seraphina walked toward him.
The first thing I noticed was the silence.Not the ordinary silence of the Virelli estate.This was different.Wrong.The kind of silence that came when too many people were trying not to make a sound.I stood at the end of the hallway, staring toward the security corridor. The lights were still on, but two of the cameras above the archway had gone dark.My pulse quickened.“Matteo?”No answer.I took another step.The house was supposed to be secure.Lucien had made that clear from the moment I moved in.There were cameras at every entrance. Guards at every gate. Security personnel monitoring every corridor after the attack two weeks earlier.Nothing happened inside this house without Lucien knowing.Nothing.Except tonight.My phone vibrated.I pulled it from my pocket.One message.UNKNOWN NUMBER.Don’t trust the man standing beside you.I frowned.Slowly, I looked behind me.No one.I turned back toward the corridor.Then I heard footsteps.Someone was coming.My hand tightened ar







