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Lucian Vale stood at the edge of the table, shadow cutting across velvet and crystal. His gaze landed squarely on Serena, not Tina, not Vivian. Her breath caught at the sheer gravity of it.“Miss Rivera,” His voice was calm, but it carried like a blade through velvet. “A word.”Aiden didn’t move. Vivian’s expression flickered—satisfaction, maybe. Tina’s lips curved into the ghost of a smirk.Serena straightened, forcing the polite mask back on her face. “Of course. But I was just—”“Now.”The word landed heavy, leaving no space for pretense.“Lucian,” she began quietly, “this isn’t—”His hand brushed the back of her chair—not touching, but close enough that she felt the pulse of his possession. “If you’ll excuse us.”No one argued. Who would dare?Serena’s pulse thundered as she rose, her chair sliding back too abruptly. Lucian didn’t look at Tina or Vivian, didn’t acknowledge Aiden’s faint smirk—just guided her away, his hand hovering steady at the small of her back.Only when they’d

🌪️ General Public & Gossip Accounts@PopPulseMedia🚨 BREAKING: Power producer Lucian Vale and Hollywood’s reigning queen Seraphina Devacraux are reportedly ENGAGED after being spotted at a private jeweler in West Hollywood 👀💍> “Power Move or Power Couple?” is trending for a reason.@ThatLAInsiderIf Lucian Vale is marrying Seraphina Devacraux, Hollywood’s about to eat itself alive. The man controls the projects. The woman is the projects.@CineFemmeBlogEvery time women talk about dismantling the system, Seraphina decides to marry it.@TeaWithToriSeraphina really said “If you can’t beat the patriarchy, own the patriarch.” 😭@CinemaCrumbsImagine being Serena Rivera tonight. You show up at the Devacraux Gala, and the room’s headline belongs to your producer and the woman you replaced. Hollywood is COLD. ❄️💋 Seraphina Devacraux Fans (The Seraphinites)@SeraphiniteQueenOur girl’s finally securing her throne. She built Hollywood, she deserves to own it. 👑@HouseOfDevacrauxLuci

“What is that supposed to mean?” Serena turned around, her voice sharper than she meant it to be. She heard him clearly. “What do you mean not like this?”Lucian didn’t flinch. He just stared at her, squarely, like she knew what he was talking about and he was annoyed at having to spell it out. Too bad. She will make him spell it down because she was simply sick of his silence. Serena doubled down, striding across the room until they were close enough for the air to spark. Her skin felt hot, her breath uneven. Fuck him, actually. She didn’t have to be polite. She didn’t have to twist herself into corners just to be tolerated. He was obviously going to marry Seraphina. Obviously getting rid of her once their three-year deal was up.“You think I’m incapable of dealing with it all?” she demanded. Her voice trembled, but not from fear. From fury. From the kind of anger that comes after being humiliated and still having to stand straight. “That I’m incapable of being a star?”That heavine

I can only keep you alive until you wake up Serena scoffed. The words rang in her head repeatedly. What did Lucian think she was? Some ditzy star that would hang onto him for every little problem. She acquired the Ravienne project by herself. She wasn't asleep like he claimed. If she was, she wouldn't be here today.She hadn’t been back to the studio since the day after the gala.Two days. That’s all it had been, but it felt longer — like time had stretched itself thin just to remind her how far away she'd drifted from the person she was before Half a Life.Vale Studios looked different in daylight. It always did, a total contrast to how it did in the night. Colder, maybe. The kind of clean that feels like it’s trying to wash something off. Everyone smiled when they saw her, polite and careful, like she might break if they said the wrong thing. But there was also an awe, one that was rare during the early days—when she came in to talk about her agreement with Lucian Vale. Now, more e

Vivian Glass knew a storm when she saw one.And the storm had a name: Seraphina Devacruax.Well, many actors really, but something about an intentional storm like Seraphina Devarcraux was hard to ignore. By 9 a.m., the post had already hit every algorithm like a bullet. By noon, the executives at Vale Studios were doing damage control calls in glass rooms with their blinds drawn — which only made the gossip louder.Vivian wasn’t surprised. Scandals were the studio’s native language.She sipped her espresso and scrolled through the update on her tablet.> “Lucian Vale and Seraphina Devacruax—an untold history of power, passion, and poetic PR.”Poetic PR. Cute.She’d been in this business long enough to know no one wrote something that polished unless someone wanted it written. She'd been surprised when they announced it, but she didn't let it show on her face. There was always something missing in the shadows and sure enough, she found out the skeletons in the closet..She closed the