บททั้งหมดของ Signed to Be His Sin: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 36

Morning came slow, almost deliberately. The city outside the penthouse seemed unchanged, unaware of the upheaval that had struck the Blackwood empire the night before. Yet inside, everything felt different. The air was thick with decisions made, truths spoken, and a sense of precarious balance.Lucien sat at the edge of the living room sofa, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened. His hands gripped the tablet in front of him, scrolling through the coverage: headlines, analyst commentary, social media chatter. Every piece was dissecting last night’s public declaration, some praising his integrity, others questioning his judgment. None had fully understood the weight behind his words, and he didn’t want them to.“Still awake?” Seraphina’s voice broke through his focus. She stood near the balcony, cup of coffee in hand, sunlight catching the edges of her hair. She looked like she always did—composed, calm, capable—but he could see the small tension in her shoulders, the kind that came from carr

The morning light poured into the office, but Lucien felt none of its warmth. The penthouse looked calm from the outside, as if the city had no idea of the storm that still lingered inside these walls. Yet he knew better. Every corner, every silent monitor, every quiet footstep could hold a threat.Seraphina appeared at the doorway, hair slightly mussed from sleep, eyes still sharp as ever. She carried a tablet, tapping through emails with methodical precision. “You need to see this,” she said without preamble, her voice calm but taut.Lucien didn’t wait. He stepped closer, taking the tablet. The message was short. Just a line:We know who you love. Make the wrong move, and she pays.The screen felt heavier than steel in his hands. Lucien’s jaw tightened. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Seraphina understood immediately. Her lips pressed together, but she didn’t flinch.“They’ve crossed the line,” she said.He nodded once. “Then we respond.”By noon, they were at the company headqu

Lucien didn’t go home that night.He stayed in his office, the lights dimmed, the city stretched below him like a restless animal. The building was quiet in the way only powerful places became after midnight—no noise, no witnesses, just consequences waiting to be claimed.He replayed Jonathan’s words in his mind, not the ones spoken in the boardroom, but the ones unsaid. The calm confidence. The certainty. Jonathan hadn’t been guessing. He’d been measuring.Lucien hated that.At three in the morning, Elias knocked once and entered. “We traced the burner phone,” he said, placing a folder on the desk. “It’s clean. Too clean. Whoever handled it knew how to erase footprints.”Lucien leaned back in his chair. “But?”“But the signal bounced through a shell server connected to one of our subsidiaries,” Elias continued. “A company Jonathan helped set up five years ago.”Lucien’s mouth curved into something sharp. “He’s sloppy.”“No,” Elias corrected gently. “He’s arrogant.”Lucien nodded. “Ar