《Hearts of the Fallen Empire》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 7 章

Rain hammered against the city like a thousand angry fists.From the twenty-third floor of a rundown apartment building, Seraphina Vale watched the storm swallow the skyline.The city never slept.It lied.It cheated.It buried secrets beneath towers of glass and steel.And somewhere among those towers stood the man she hated most.Damian Blackwood.The name alone made her jaw tighten.At twenty-eight, he was already one of the youngest billionaires in the country. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. Media darling. Ruthless businessman.To the world, he was a genius.To her, he was a murderer.Seraphina stared at the framed photograph sitting on her desk.Her father smiled back at her.Thomas Vale.Investigative journalist.Truth seeker.Dead.Seven years had passed, yet the pain remained sharp enough to cut.Official reports called it an accident.A car crash.A tragic loss.But Seraphina knew better.Her father had been investigating corruption tied to several powerful corporations.Three da

Saturday mornings were supposed to be peaceful.For Seraphina Vale, they never were.Rain tapped softly against her apartment windows as she sat cross-legged on the floor surrounded by boxes.Old boxes.Dangerous boxes.Memories lived inside them.So did ghosts.A cup of coffee rested untouched beside her.The clock on the wall showed nearly ten in the morning.She hadn't slept much.Again.Her encounter with Damian Blackwood kept replaying in her head.The archive room.The questions.The way he had looked at her.As if he already knew she was hiding something.The thought made her uncomfortable.Seraphina pushed it away and opened another cardboard box.This one contained her father's old investigation files.Folders.Photographs.Handwritten notes.Newspaper clippings.Years of work.Years of secrets.She picked up a photograph.Her chest tightened immediately.Thomas Vale smiled back at her.The photo had been taken during one of his assignments years ago.He stood in front of a c

Three days later, disaster arrived disguised as opportunity.It began with a missing file.Seraphina discovered it during a routine communications audit.One document referenced an internal report from six years ago.A report involving Blackwood Holdings and Ashford Consortium.Exactly the kind of information she wanted.The problem?The report no longer existed.At least officially.The reference remained.The document itself had vanished.Deleted.Removed.Erased.That wasn't suspicious at all.Her curiosity ignited immediately.By lunchtime she had searched every archive she could access.Nothing.By evening she was frustrated enough to consider breaking several company policies.Which was usually a bad sign."You're thinking."Rachel dropped into the chair beside her desk."You say that like it's dangerous.""It usually is."Fair point.Rachel glanced at her screen."You've been staring at the same report for an hour.""I'm conducting research.""You look like you're plotting murd

The photograph trembled in Seraphina's hand.She stared at it.Then stared again.Her brain refused to process what her eyes were seeing.Thomas Vale.Victor Ashford.Standing side by side.Not across a courtroom.Not at a public event surrounded by reporters.Not in a blurry surveillance image.They were standing together.Close enough to suggest familiarity.Close enough to suggest trust.A knot formed in Seraphina's stomach."No."