Seraphina stood alone at the foot of the Virell staircase long after Lysander disappeared upstairs with Lucian, her fingers curled tightly around her handbag as if it were the only solid thing left in a room that suddenly felt unstable, as though the foundation of the estate itself had shifted beneath the weight of a truth too long denied.The murmur of guests resumed in cautious waves, curiosity battling decorum as investors, socialites, and rivals discreetly observed the unfolding spectacle that would undoubtedly dominate every financial column and society headline by morning. Seraphina felt their eyes like pressure against her skin, measuring her worth, assessing her threat level, calculating what her son’s existence meant for the empire Lysander had spent a lifetime building.She refused to shrink under their scrutiny.If she had survived pregnancy alone, labor alone, four years of whispered judgments and quiet resilience, she could survive this.She lifted her chin and turned slowly,
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