~ Seraphina ~
"He’s not just taking the baby, Seraphina," Lucien said, his voice as sharp and cold as a winter morning. "He’s taking your inheritance, your home, and your name."
I stared at the digital tablets spread across the mahogany table of the private suite. The screens glowed with a harsh, clinical light, displaying rows of legal text and highlighted clauses that felt like a death warrant. I hadn't touched the espresso Lucien had ordered for me; the very thought of the bitter liquid made my stomach roll.
"Look at this," he commanded softly, tapping a finger against the glass of the center tablet. He didn't move toward me, yet his presence seemed to fill every inch of the sterile room. "This is the 'moral clause' in your prenuptial agreement. Adrian’s legal team has spent the last
