Todos los capítulos de Signed to Be His Sin: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The city woke under a different rhythm.Not slower—if anything, sharper—but altered, like a place that had absorbed a shock and was still recalibrating its pulse. Lucien felt it the moment he stepped into the building that morning. Conversations paused when he passed. Not out of fear.Out of attention.The board had reinstated him fully.No conditions.No concessions.It had happened faster than he expected, and that speed unsettled him more than resistance ever had. Institutions rarely corrected course unless compelled by something larger than principle.Public sentiment had done the compelling.Seraphina had done the rest.She spent the morning alone.Not hiding. Not avoiding the world. Simply choosing quiet before the next wave arrived. She sat by the window with a notebook she hadn’t opened in years, fingers resting on the cover as if reacquainting herself with something familiar and forgotten.She didn’t write at first.She listened.To the hum of the city.To her own breathing.

Silence, Seraphina had learned, was never empty.It was layered—packed with unspoken threats, unasked questions, and the quiet rearranging of power behind closed doors.She felt it the moment she stepped into the penthouse that night.Lucien wasn’t there.Not unusual.But the way he wasn’t there—the absence humming, sharp and alert—made her pause at the door.Her phone buzzed as if summoned by her thoughts.Lucien:Don’t panic. I’m handling something. Stay inside.She frowned.That was not reassurance.That was warning.She moved deeper into the penthouse anyway, setting her bag down slowly, senses tuned. The city beyond the glass walls glittered indifferently, unaware that lines were being redrawn in real time.Another message came through.Lucien:Jonathan crossed a line.Seraphina’s chest tightened.Which one? she typed.The reply took longer this time.Lucien:The one involving you.Lucien stood in a private conference room three floors below ground, the kind designed for conversa

“Ms. Vale,” the voice said smoothly, “you don’t know me. But I know you.”Seraphina didn’t answer immediately. Silence was a language she’d learned to wield long before wealth and proximity to power taught her sharper ones.Lucien’s gaze sharpened. He didn’t ask who it was. He already knew it wasn’t ordinary.“You called my private line,” Seraphina said at last. “That suggests confidence—or recklessness.”A quiet chuckle came through the phone. “Neither. Preparation.”Lucien stepped closer, close enough that she could feel his presence anchoring her. She turned the speaker on without breaking eye contact with him.“Say what you called to say,” she continued. “You have thirty seconds.”“Fair,” the man replied. “I represent interests that have been… inconvenienced by recent movements within Blackwood Group. Movements you influenced.”Lucien’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.Seraphina tilted her head. “You’ll need to be more specific.”“Oh, I don’t think I do,” the voice said calmly.

Forty-eight hours could feel like a lifetime when the world was deciding whether to crown you—or crush you.Seraphina didn’t sleep.Sleep was a luxury for people waiting for outcomes. She was shaping one.The Blackwood Group headquarters pulsed with controlled tension. No panic. No raised voices. Just quiet urgency—the kind that came when everyone knew the next move would define the future.Screens lit the war room, feeding real-time data from Zurich, Singapore, London, and New York. Market fluctuations. Media sentiment. Political murmurs.Everything was connected.And everything was watching her.Jonathan paced, fingers drumming against his tablet. “Pegasus has secured six votes already. Two more are leaning their way.”Lucien stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, eyes unreadable. “They won’t stop at blocking authority.”“No,” Seraphina said calmly. “They want humiliation.”Jonathan stopped pacing. “If they win this vote, they’ll frame it as a loss of confidence in leadership

Power didn’t panic.People did.The markets opened uneasy the next morning—not crashing, not soaring, but trembling like an animal sensing danger it couldn’t yet see. Analysts spoke in careful tones. Commentators speculated without naming names. Silence became louder than outrage.Seraphina Vale had officially stepped aside—temporarily—from direct executive authority.And the world was watching to see what would happen next.Lucien stood at the center of the storm.He hadn’t slept either.Blackwood Group’s interim operations floor buzzed with activity, screens filled with data streams, compliance reports, and legal updates scrolling nonstop. Yet beneath the efficiency, tension coiled tight.They were waiting.For chaos.For weakness.For proof that Seraphina had been the spine holding everything together.They were wrong.Lucien addressed the senior leadership team without theatrics. “Nothing changes. Decision chains remain intact. Oversight protocols remain enforced. No improvisation