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Seraphina It’s Dominic who suggests it first.We’re sitting at the hotel room desk, the laptop screen showing the Cayman account login page we’ve stared at for hours. Failed attempt after failed attempt. Seventeen hours until Volkov’s deadline.“We should call her,” he says quietly.I look up. “What?”“Elena. We should call her and ask for the money.”“Are you serious?”“Do we have any other options?” He gestures at the laptop. “We can’t access the account. We can’t get a loan. We can’t find five million dollars in seventeen hours. So what’s left?”“Begging my sister for mercy?” The words taste bitter. “The same sister who murdered my baby? Who stole my inheritance? Who orchestrated your complete destruction?”“Yes. That sister.” He runs his hands through his hair. “Because she’s the only person who has what we need. And maybe—maybe if you ask her. If we both ask her. Maybe she’ll—”“She won’t.”“You don’t know that.”“Yes I do. You saw her at the bank. You heard her on t

DominicWe walk back to the hotel in silence.The afternoon is still beautiful. Warm sun, clear sky, people everywhere enjoying Zurich like it’s just another perfect day. They don’t know two people are walking past them with twelve hours left to live.Seraphina hasn’t said a word since we left the café. Just walks beside me, staring straight ahead, her face completely blank.I don’t know what to say to her. What do you say after your sister looks you in the eye and tells you she wants you dead?Back at the hotel, we ride the elevator up to the fourth floor. Room 412. Our temporary sanctuary that’s starting to feel like a prison.I unlock the door and we step inside.Seraphina goes straight to the bed and sits on the edge, still silent, still staring at nothing.I cross to the window. Look out at the city. Try to think of anything, any possible option we haven’t tried yet.There’s nothing.No money. No access to the accounts. No help coming. No miracle solution.In approxima

SeraphinaThe text message gave an address in Zurich’s financial district and a single word: Penthouse.The hotel is the kind of place I’ve only seen in magazines. All glass and steel and money. The kind where rooms start at two thousand francs a night and the lobby has actual artwork worth more than most people’s houses.“Are you sure this is right?” I ask as we approach the entrance.Dominic checks his phone. “This is the address.”A doorman in a crisp uniform opens the door before we reach it. “Mr. Ashcroft?”Dominic nods.“The private lounge is on the top floor. You’re expected.”We’re ushered inside and directed to a private elevator that requires a key card to access. The doorman swipes us in.The elevator is mirrored on all sides. I catch Dominic’s reflection, he looks exhausted. Haunted. We both do.“Who do you think it is?” I ask as we rise.“I don’t know. But whoever they are, they have serious money.” He glances at me. “And connections to Volkov.”The elevator opens directl

DominicI call her phone for the eighth time.Straight to voicemail.It’s been three hours since she walked out of the hotel. Three hours of me pacing the room, trying to give her space, then panicking that I’ve given her too much space.I grab my jacket and head downstairs.The front desk clerk looks up as I approach. “Mr. Ashcroft. Can I help you?”“I need to check out. What do I owe?”She types on her computer, frowns slightly. “Sir, your account has been settled. Your stay has been extended indefinitely with full access to all hotel amenities.”I blink. “What?”“You’ve been upgraded to the presidential suite. Complimentary spa services, dining, minibar—everything is covered.”“By who?”She checks her screen. “Ms. Candice Hartwell. She called this afternoon and made the arrangements.”Of course she did.“I didn’t authorize that.”“Ms. Hartwell said you were her guest. Is there a problem?”Yes. No. I don’t know.“It’s fine,” I say finally. “Thank you.”I walk away before she can off

Seraphina I wake up alone. The first thing I notice is the ceiling, too high, too ornate. The upgraded suite that Candice paid for. Then I try to move, and pain shoots between my legs. Sharp, Immediate pain. And I remembered exactly how I was put to sleep. Dominic bending me over the couch. His hand coming down hard on my ass. His fingers pushing inside cunt, and brutally fucking me with them, until I was too sore and exhausted to fight anymore. The humiliation crashes over me in waves. I begged him to choose me. And he refused. Then he used my body to make me submit. I roll over slowly, wincing. The other side of the bed is empty, sheets cold. He’s been gone for a while. That’s when I hear it. Laughter. A woman’s voice, light and musical, filtering through the bedroom door. Then a man’s voice responded. Dominic’s voice. Lower, warmer than I’ve heard it in days. My stomach drops. I sit up too quickly, head pounding from the hangover. Get out of bed, still weari