Todos los capítulos de The Sovereign’s Antidote : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The Glass Cage and the Gilded NooseThe hospital’s fluorescent lights hummed with a clinical indifference that Seraphina Rossi had come to loathe. It was the sound of money running out—a buzzing, relentless reminder that in the city of Oakhaven, life had a subscription fee she could no longer afford.She stood before the heavy oak door of the administrator’s office, clutching a crumpled eviction notice that felt like a death warrant. Her knuckles were white, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs."Please, Mr. Henderson, just seventy-two hours," Seraphina whispered, her voice cracking like dry parchment. "I’m meeting a producer tonight at the Vault. Marcus Thorne. He’s looking for a fresh face for his next blockbuster. If I land the role, the signing bonus alone will cover my mother’s arrears for the next six months. I just need a sliver of time."The administrator didn't look up from his ledger. He was a man made of gray suits and gray thoughts, his empathy long ago er

The 100-story Mordrake Headquarters stood like an obsidian needle piercing the clouds of the city skyline. On the 83rd floor, the air was thin, cold, and smelled faintly of ozone and expensive leather. Behind a desk carved from a single slab of volcanic rock, Czar Alexander Mordrake sat as still as a predator in wait.The Prime Minister of the Atlantic Union sat across from him, his forehead glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He was a man who commanded armies, yet under Czar’s unwavering gaze, he felt like a moth pinned to a board. Czar didn't speak; he simply stared, his eyes boring into the politician’s soul with a terrifying, silent intensity.Ten feet away, Rocco, Czar’s lethal left-hand man, stood like a statue, his hand resting near the holster concealed beneath his tailored jacket. He remained at the mandatory "safe distance," a boundary that had defined Czar’s life for thirty years."Tell the President," Czar finally spoke, his voice a calm, low vibration that seemed to ra

The black SUV idled like a growling beast at the curb of the East District tenement. Seraphina stepped out, her legs feeling like leaden weights. The air here was thick with the smell of rain-slicked asphalt and the distant sound of a siren—the soundtrack of the life she was about to lose.As she climbed the stairs to the third floor, the familiar creak of the wood under her feet felt like a goodbye.Inside the apartment, the silence was jagged. Zoe and Olivia were sitting on the edge of the worn velvet couch, their faces pale and eyes red-rimmed. They jumped up the moment Seraphina walked in."Sera! Thank God," Zoe cried, rushing to her. "Those men... they wouldn't let us leave. They said you were safe, but—""I am," Seraphina interrupted, her voice sounding hollow, as if she were speaking from the bottom of a well. She didn't look them in the eye. She couldn't. "I’m okay, Zoe. But I have to go.""Go? Go where?" Olivia asked, her voice trembling. "They said your mother is being moved

Seraphina remained secluded in her room throughout the evening, her mind spiraling as she replayed the day's turbulent events. Because of her self-imposed isolation, she had skipped dinner, and now her stomach was growling with relentless hunger.Checking the clock, she saw it was already 11:30 PM. Having not eaten all day, the hunger was becoming unbearable. With a weary sigh, she decided to venture downstairs in search of leftovers.She stood up to head for the door but paused, catching her reflection. She was wearing a short, silk nightgown with daring cuts that left her feeling exposed and far too alluring for a casual stroll through the house. She hesitated, but her hunger won out over her modesty."No one is going to see me anyway," she murmured impatiently. "I’ll just be quick."Tiptoeing to the elevator, she pressed the button for the ground floor. When the doors opened, she crept toward the kitchen. The vast space was draped in shadows and silence; it appeared the staff had a

After Czar left for the city, the silence of the mountain estate felt less like a prison and more like a sanctuary. Seraphina didn't waste a second. She grabbed her new laptop and curled up on the balcony, the crisp mountain air fueling her focus.She spent the entire morning scouring casting calls. Now that her name had been mysteriously cleared, the blacklists that once blocked her were gone. She found a lead for an independent film—a gritty, emotional drama that felt perfect for her. She polished her resume, attached her best headshots, and hit send. For the first time in months, she felt like Seraphina the Actress, not Seraphina the Contract Wife.By late afternoon, she couldn't keep the news to herself. She dialed a group call, and two familiar faces popped up on her screen: Zoe, her sharp-tongued agent, and Olivia, her best friend since drama school."Sera! You’re alive!" Zoe screamed into the mic. "I’ve been trying to reach you for days. What happened? One minute you’re the mos