Calculated Risk.

~ Lucien ~

"The debt isn't just financial, Marcus. It's moral. And those are the debts that carry the highest interest rates."

I didn't look up from the three monitors glowing in the darkened expanse of my study. The screens were a waterfall of red—Adrian Vale's financial hemorrhage. Behind me, I heard the soft click of a tablet as Marcus, my head of security and most trusted confidant, updated the ledgers.

"He's leveraged the Vale estate against the new development in the harbor," Marcus noted. "If that project stalls for even forty-eight hours, the banks will trigger a margin call that will strip him to the bone."

"It won't just stall," I said. "I'm going to make it evaporate. But a man like Adrian doesn't suffer when he loses money. To truly break him, you have to take the things he considers his birthright."

I paused, the image of Seraphina from the gala flashing in my mind. The way she had stood by that pillar, her throat bare while her husband draped her family heirlooms over a stranger.

"He thinks he owns her," I whispered. "He thinks she's a static asset."

"Our sources inside the penthouse say there was a confrontation after the gala," Marcus said, stepping closer to the desk. "Vocal. Intense. The staff overheard mention of an 'arrangement.' He proposed an open marriage. And according to the maid who stayed late, Mrs. Vale accepted."

I leaned back in my chair, a slow, cold smile spreading across my face. "She accepted? Adrian is more arrogant than I gave him credit for. He thought he was setting a trap—he's opened the door to his fortress and invited the wolf to dinner."

The opportunity didn't just knock; it tore the door off the hinges. Seraphina Vale was no longer a bystander in my war against her husband. She was the key. But I couldn't approach her as Lucien Blackwood, the billionaire venture capitalist who was systematically buying up her husband's debt. She wouldn't trust a man in a suit—she'd been lied to by one for years.

I needed to be something else. Something she could use. Something that felt like a rebellion.

"Marcus," I said, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "Reactivate the 'L' profile. The Singapore protocols."

Marcus hesitated. "The high-end escort identity? Sir, you haven't used that cover in two years. It's effective, but it's high-risk. If she finds out who you really are before the collapse—"

"She won't," I interrupted. "She's looking for a way to hurt him. She's looking for a way to feel alive again. A man who is paid to be whatever she needs is the perfect weapon. She won't ask questions because she'll be too busy enjoying the taste of her own defiance."

I pulled up a secure server, clicking through the encrypted layers of a luxury "concierge" service that catered to the city's unhappily married elite. Under the pseudonym 'L', I had established a reputation for discretion, intellect, and a certain... intensity.

"He expects her to stay home and mourn the loss of her dignity," I said. "He thinks she'll spend his money on retail therapy while he spends his nights with his mistress. He's forgotten that a woman with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous variable in any equation."

"And if she doesn't take the bait?" Marcus asked.

"She will. She's starving, Marcus. Not for food, but for a moment where she is the one in control. I'm going to give her that moment. I'm going to be the mirror that shows her exactly how powerful she can be."

I felt a surge of adrenaline. This wasn't just about the harbor project anymore. It wasn't about the millions of dollars Vale owed my holding companies. It was about the look in Seraphina's eyes when she realized he'd stolen her necklace to gift his mistress.

It was about the moment I would see Adrian Vale realize that the man sleeping with his wife was the same man who was taking his company, his reputation, and his soul.

"Draft the introductory message," I commanded. "Make it subtle. Elegant. A service recommended by a 'friend' who knows her situation. Tell her that 'L' is available for whatever role she requires."

I stood up, walking to the window that looked out over the city. Below, the lights of the penthouse district shimmered. Adrian was up there right now, probably pouring a drink, toasting to his own cleverness.

I reached out and touched the glass, my finger resting over the light of his building.

"You should have kept the door locked, Adrian," I murmured.

The plan was elegant in its cruelty. I would enter her life as a commodity, a man she could buy and discard. I would learn every secret, every vulnerability of the Vale empire. I would give her the affection he withheld, the respect he trampled, and the fire he had tried to extinguish.

And when the time was right, when Adrian was at his lowest, I would pull back the curtain.

I turned back to the computer and hit 'Enter'.