Todos los capítulos de Break My Seal and Lose Everything: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

“So, Stephen. You plan to tear up our vow?”I pulled out a handkerchief. Wiped a single crimson drop from my fingertip. Slowly.Victoria scoffed.She tossed her wavy blonde hair, looking down at me.“Yvette, please get a grip. This isn’t ‘tearing up.’”“It’s ‘optimizing the business structure.’ We’re cutting out worthless parasites.”With that, she slammed a new contract down in front of me.“I’ve seen the company’s early corporate structure.”“Besides that shady ‘honorary’ title, you have no role in this company. No decision-making power.”“The Blackwood family has been more than generous, keeping you for this long. We’ve done enough.”The moment she finished, the Wall Street suits at the main table started whispering.I didn’t need my enhanced hearing to catch the gossip.In just one year, this fiancée from some old New York money had cemented her image as an iron-fisted queen.“Victoria’s right. What global corporation tolerates a ghost who does nothing but collect the biggest check

I didn’t go to the basement. I walked right out of the building.Night was falling, but I’d lost my appetite for dinner.I sat in a private, members-only antique bookshop until midnight.Around dawn, I got a call from Stephen’s father.Alistair, the eleventh-generation head of the Blackwood family.A slick, phony, useless man who was only good at maintaining the status quo.The moment I answered, I heard his nervous cough.“Ms. Yvette, is this a good time to talk?”“Speak.” I turned a page of a yellowed tome.Alistair sighed, his voice testing the waters.“Stephen and Victoria… those two kids are just so out of line.”“I heard about what happened this morning. It’s ridiculous!”He sounded angry, but his words had no bite.“But you know, I’ve already handed over the reins. Stephen runs the show now.”“That boy grew up in the modern business world. His head is full of that Wall Street stuff. He… he lacks respect for our family’s ancient vows.”I leaned back in the velvet armchair, watchi

The boardroom erupted in laughter.A deafening roar.Victoria was doubled over, clutching her stomach. She pointed at the lacquered box in my hands."Yvette, been watching too many bad Hollywood movies?" Her eyes dripped with contempt. "You think you can just show up with a raggedy old scroll and curse us? Who do you think you are? Some cheap Dracula knock-off?"The rest of the board joined in."She's lost her mind. A three-year-old wouldn't fall for this.""I told you she was a charlatan. Stephen should have kicked her out ages ago."I ignored the braying of these ignorant Mortals.Calmly, I pulled the pin from my hair. An ancient heirloom of my bloodline. Its silver tip flashed under the full-spectrum lights.I raised my hand.Without hesitation, I pricked the tip of my index finger.A single drop of Pureblood welled up. It smelled of rosemary and nightshade.An ancient and dangerous power instantly filled the air.I held my finger over the scroll—a parchment made from the skin o

The physical decay was just the appetizer.The financial reckoning was the main course.Stephen had always believed his business empire was built by his brilliant mind.He actually believed his thirty-fold return was a product of his own genius.He had no idea.All of that money was backed by me. I had used my influence with several thousand-year-old Elders in Europe and their hidden financial Clans to prop him up.Without my endorsement, his chips were worthless in the eyes of real capital.I picked up my encrypted phone and gave the order.Total divestment.Three days.In just three days, the Blackwood Group's fragile line of credit snapped.A coalition of banks issued a joint statement demanding immediate repayment of all loans.The wolves of Wall Street smelled blood and swarmed, devouring all the company's valuable assets.In less than a month, the thirty-billion-dollar empire was forced into liquidation.One stormy night.Lightning tore across the Manhattan sky.I sat in my apart

Stephen died in the holding cell's infirmary.Multiple organ failure.In his last moments, he was still scratching at his age-spotted face, muttering incoherently about that one life-saving drop of Vitae.When the coroner pulled back the sheet, he was just a withered skeleton. He weighed less than seventy pounds.Two weeks later, Victoria was sentenced.Fifteen years.For felony fraud and embezzlement.The once-arrogant Chief Strategy Officer would rot in a federal women's prison.Her prized beauty was long gone, her face a canvas of hideous spots.But her bone-deep arrogance remained.That kind of attitude made her the perfect punching bag.During rec time, she was beaten by a different prison boss every day, her head held down in a sink.Her body, once draped only in couture, was now covered in cheap, coarse prison scrubs and bruises.As for the old fox, Alistair...A month ago, a beat cop in Brooklyn found his body by a sewer drain.He had frozen to death on New York's coldest night