Signed to Be His Sin의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

The summons came before sunrise.Lucien was already awake when the encrypted message appeared on his phone—short, formal, and unmistakably hostile.Emergency Board Session. 9:00 a.m. Mandatory Attendance.He stared at the screen for a long moment, jaw tightening. They were done pretending this was about market confidence or public optics.This was an ultimatum.Seraphina sensed it the moment he moved beside her in the quiet bedroom. The air shifted—tight, deliberate, heavy with consequence.“It’s today,” she said softly.Lucien didn’t deny it. “They’re forcing the confrontation.”She sat up, pulling the sheet around her shoulders. “About stepping down?”“About control,” he replied. “They’ll dress it up as concern, but they want leverage.”“And I’m still that leverage,” she said.Lucien turned to face her fully. “You’re the excuse. Not the cause.”She studied his face—the calm, the restraint, the storm he kept contained. “What are they asking for?”He hesitated.That alone told her eve

The board meeting was scheduled for ten a.m.By nine forty-five, the building was already bleeding tension.Lucien arrived without announcement—no entourage, no unnecessary movement. The elevators cleared when he stepped in, as if the structure itself recognized authority. He didn’t look angry. He didn’t need to. Anger was loud. Precision was lethal.Inside the conference room, the board members sat in carefully arranged confidence. Coffee cups untouched. Tablets open. Faces rehearsed.They believed Seraphina’s absence had weakened him.They were about to learn the difference between quiet and surrender.“Let’s begin,” the chairman said smoothly. “We have a full agenda.”Lucien took his seat at the head of the table, placed a single file before him, and folded his hands.“No,” he said calmly. “We don’t.”A pause.The chairman’s smile thinned. “Excuse me?”Lucien tapped the file once. “Before we discuss expansion, restructuring, or projections, we address betrayal.”A ripple

Morning at the Blackwood estate arrived without softness.The light was pale, filtered through tall windows that had witnessed generations of calculated decisions. Seraphina stood by one of them, watching the mist lift from the gardens below. The beauty was precise. Controlled. Nothing here was accidental.Neither was the silence behind her.“They’ll make their move today,” Lucien said.She turned. He was already dressed—dark suit, immaculate lines, the armor he wore when the world demanded bloodless war.“You sound certain,” she replied.“I am.” He adjusted his cufflinks, then stopped. “My mother doesn’t summon people to intimidate them. She summons them to negotiate surrender.”Seraphina crossed the room slowly. “And what does she want me to surrender?”Lucien didn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightened in a way she’d come to recognize—restraint layered over anger.“She wants you gone,” he said at last. “Not publicly. Strategically. A separation framed as mutual. Quiet enough to pr

The retaliation didn’t come loud.It came precise.Seraphina discovered it over coffee the next morning, scrolling absently through her phone while the city stretched awake beyond the glass walls of the penthouse.She froze.Lucien noticed immediately. “What is it?”She handed him the phone without a word.The article wasn’t trending yet. That was the point. It was seeded quietly—released into circles that understood how to spread poison without spectacle.THE WOMAN BEFORE BLACKWOOD: SERAPHINA VALE AND THE FILE THAT VANISHEDLucien’s jaw tightened as he read.It wasn’t slander. That was what made it dangerous.It was history—selectively framed.“They went digging,” he said.“Yes,” Seraphina replied softly. “And they found the part I never talk about.”The article referenced her early career—before him, before visibility. A think tank in Geneva. A short-lived consultancy contract. And a confidential policy draft that disappeared weeks after she resigned.No accusation.Ju

The city woke to sirens and speculation.By morning, the incident at the warehouse had become a story—but not the one anyone expected. No names. No victim narrative. Just a quiet confirmation from authorities that an attempted coercion tied to an ongoing financial investigation had failed.Lucien watched the news from the edge of the bed, his jaw tight.“They’re circling it,” Seraphina said beside him. “Carefully.”“They don’t know how to frame it yet,” he replied. “That makes them dangerous.”She reached for his hand. “And honest.”Lucien turned toward her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”Seraphina nodded. “I was never hurt.”“That’s not what I meant.”She studied him for a moment, then answered truthfully. “I’m shaken. Not broken.”He exhaled slowly. “That’s still too much.”She squeezed his fingers. “It’s also the cost of refusing to disappear.”By midmorning, the board convened again.This time, it wasn’t optional.Lucien entered alone.No Seraphina. No advisors.Just him—and the cons