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Sovereign’s Petal

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Back at the hospital, Silas tapped on the glass. The hour was up.

"I have to go, Mom," Seraphina whispered, kissing her mother’s forehead. "But I’m not letting you go. Not ever."

As she walked back to the SUV, she looked at the ring on her finger. It felt heavier than before. She was a secret kept by a man who was currently standing in a room full of people who hated her—and he was the only thing standing between her and their shadows.

Back at the gala event

The atmosphere in the grand ballroo
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  • The Sovereign’s Antidote    The Invisible Tether

    The sun rose over the filming location with a hazy, golden light that did little to warm the biting morning chill. For Seraphina, the second day of shooting felt different. The adrenaline of the "discovery" had faded, replaced by the heavy, invisible presence of the man in the mountain.She could feel them. Even without looking, she knew Czar’s sentinels were there. A "grip" standing too stiffly by the lighting rig, a black sedan parked just a bit too strategically at the end of the dirt road. She was free, yet she had never felt more like an asset under guard."Sera, you’re drifting," Julian Thorne’s voice crackled through the monitors.Seraphina blinked, shaking herself out of a daze. She was standing in the middle of a reconstructed 1920s parlor, wearing a dress that cost more than her mother’s medical bills for a year."Sorry, Julian," she called back, rubbing her temples. "Just haven't slept much.""The dark circles work for the character," Julian said, walking onto the set with

  • The Sovereign’s Antidote    A Familiar Face

    In the cold, clinical silence of the Mordrake Global Headquarters, Helena Mordrake stood by her floor-to-ceiling window, watching the city lights flicker like dying embers. The humiliation of being threatened by her own son in front of a Rossi was a poison in her veins."You think you’ve outgrown your cage, Alexander," she whispered, her reflection in the glass looking like a specter of ice. "But I am the one who built it. I am the one who filtered the very air you breathe."She turned to her desk and opened a secure, encrypted file titled Contingency: Sovereign. "If you want to play at being a man who doesn't need his mother, I will show you exactly how small your world becomes when I stop holding it together. I will make you my puppet again, even if I have to break every bone in your body to do it."The tension on the set of The Gilded Cage snapped like a live wire the moment Priscilla Rossi breached the perimeter. She didn't come with a plan; she came with a vendetta against the gi

  • The Sovereign’s Antidote    The Expulsion

    The victory was bittersweet. While the walls of the villa felt like they were closing in, the world outside was finally calling Seraphina’s name.The Call That Changed EverythingSeraphina was tucked away in the corner of the sub-library when her phone buzzed. It was Zoe, her voice practically vibrating through the receiver."Sera! You did it! Thorne’s team just called—you’re the lead! They want you on set in seven days. This isn't just a role; it’s a career-maker. But Sera... they need a confirmation by tomorrow morning, or they have to move to the runner-up."Seraphina’s heart did a slow, painful roll in her chest. A week. She had seven days to convince a man who viewed the outside world as a biohazard to let her walk onto a crowded movie set.The Immovable Object: Priscilla’s FailureIn a glass-walled office in the city, Priscilla Rossi was unraveling. She had thrown every resource at the "Seraphina" problem. She had tried to trace the digital footprint of the audition tape, but Cz

  • The Sovereign’s Antidote    The Impending Storm

    The library was transformed into a makeshift studio. High-end laboratory lighting had been dragged in to illuminate the velvet curtains, and Czar sat behind a professional-grade cinema camera, his long fingers adjusting the focus with clinical precision.The air between them was still thick with the residue of their twenty-four-hour standoff. Seraphina stood in the center of the light, wearing a simple dress, her face pale but her eyes burning with a desperate, creative fire.The Director’s Gaze"The lighting is sufficient," Czar said, his voice cold and professional. He didn't look at her directly, focusing instead on the small monitor. "Whenever you are ready, Miss Fairchild. Try not to waste the battery."Seraphina took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she wasn't the "asset" or the "secret wife" anymore. She was Elena, the character from the script—a woman pleading for her life and her dignity."I didn't ask for this crown," Seraphina began, her v

  • The Sovereign’s Antidote    A Crack in the Armor

    The following morning, the mountain air was crisp and unforgiving, much like the man who ruled the estate. The villa had shifted; the soft, scholarly atmosphere of the previous night had been replaced by a rigid, military precision.The Gilded CageSeraphina woke to the sound of a heavy bolt sliding into place. When she tried to open her bedroom door to go to the library, she found her path blocked by two stone-faced security guards she hadn't seen before."Mr. Mordrake has ordered a security lockdown, ma'am," one said, his voice devoid of emotion. "You are to remain in the East Wing until summoned for breakfast."Seraphina felt a surge of indignation. He wasn't just protecting her anymore; he was hiding her away like a shameful secret. She waited, pacing her room like a trapped animal, until Rocco finally arrived to escort her to the dining hall.The Silent BreakfastCzar was already at the head of the long marble table, dressed in a sharp black turtleneck that hid the faint lingerin

  • The Sovereign’s Antidote    The Crumbling Pedestal

    Back in her sprawling penthouse overlooking the city, Helena Mordrake stood frozen, the phone still clutched in her hand. The dial tone hummed in her ear—a monotonous, mocking sound.No one had ever hung up on her. Not the board of directors, not the heads of rival states, and certainly not the son she had molded from birth to be the ultimate weapon of the Mordrake legacy.The Crumbling PedestalShe lowered the phone, her fingers trembling—not with fear, but with a cold, vibrating fury. For thirty years, she had been the architect of Alexander’s life. She had managed his "condition," curated his associates, and shielded his eccentricities. She had been the only person he allowed within his inner circle.But the voice on the other end of that call hadn't been the son she knew."Liquidate the assets?" she whispered to the empty, marble-clad room. "He would destroy the merger just to spite me?"She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, her reflection ghosting over the city lights. She l

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