All Chapters of Locked In The Billionaire’s Sanctuary: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Seraphina’s POVCamilla and the man dropped apart like they had been caught with their hands in a cash register.I watched as the man scrambled to pull his trousers together, his face draining of all color as he muttered an incoherent excuse, practically tripping over his own feet as he bolted out, slamming the door behind him.Camilla smoothed down her wrinkled blouse, wiped a stray smudge from her mouth with the back of her hand, and recomposed herself with practiced arrogance.She crossed her legs, leaning back into her leather chair with a sharp, venomous smirk curving across her lips.“What’s an open slut doing in my office?” Camilla sneered, her eyes raking over me with pure condescension. “Did you miss the part where you don't work here anymore, or are you just so used to begging for things you can't afford?”I didn’t blink. I kept my posture relaxed, leaning back against the sofa cushions as if I owned the room.“Oh, I didn't realize walking in on a cheap office performance re

Seraphina’s POVMy jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached, my fingers curling into tight, trembling fists at my sides as I glared straight through him."Out of my room, Carrius," I repeated, my voice vibrating with a dangerous, razor-thin edge.He didn't move an inch.A slow, infuriating brow arched upward as his dark gaze swept over me, lingering on my tense posture before a cold, mocking smirk curved his lips.Instead of retreating, he took a deliberate step forward, his hand reaching out again toward my stomach."Don't touch me," I hissed, violently swatting his hand away. That seemed to snap something inside him.His easygoing facade shattered, replaced by a dark, ugly flash of irritation. H lunged forward, closing the distance between us before I could blink."Why are you acting so damn insecure with me?" he snapped, his voice dropping into a harsh, venomous register. "What, I can't even touch you? You act like you're some untouchable saint, but we both know how easily you let colle

Seraphina’s POVThe morning air was thick and heavy, clinging to my skin like a second coat of dread. I stared blankly out the window, trying to gather whatever frayed pieces of my sanity were left before facing the house again. My back ached, a dull, throbbing reminder of the night before, and my stomach let out a pathetic, hollow rumble that reminded me I couldn't just hide up here forever.Slowly, I pushed myself up, smoothing down a simple, loose-fitting dress that hid the early, rounding curve of my five-month pregnancy, wearing my flip flops and stepped out into the quiet hallway. Before I even reached the formal dining room, the low murmur of voices drifted to my ears. I paused, taking a breath to steady my nerves, and stepped around the corner. Valentina and Carrius were already seated at the massive mahogany table. They sat with that practiced, suffocating distance that defined their entire marriage, two strangers sharing a roof, bound by cold architecture and social expe

Seraphina’s POVThe words struck me like a bucket of ice water thrown over my head.Reality crashed back into my skull with terrifying force, my eyes snapped open, and I shoved Carrius away from me with all the strength I had left, stumbling backward until my heels hit the opposite wall.My head whipped around toward the sound of the voice. Standing at the end of the corridor, staring at us with wide, horrified, and furiously sculpted expressions, were Valentina and Mom.Valentina’s face was twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated fury, her chest heaving as she stared at me like she wanted to murder me on the spot. Something sharp and sickening clawed at my chest. I had just kissed my own sister's husband. Right in the middle of a hospital. "Carrius... what is going on here?" Mom asked, her voice dangerously calm, though her eyes flickered back and forth between me and the man standing a few feet away from me.I looked up at Carrius, expecting him to panic, expecting him to look