Seraphina remained sitting on the edge of the basalt desk, the warmth of Kaelen’s presence slowly calming the tectonic shift that had occurred within her. She was disinherited, betrayed by her family, and trapped in an underground bunker with her husband, who was secretly a global operative known as The Architect. The scale of the reality was impossible, yet entirely present.
“If I go back, I sign the divorce papers and become the victim,” Seraphina stated, her voice regaining its crisp, professional edge. She ignored the part about him loving her. It was irrelevant leverage for now. “If I stay, I am complicit in corporate destruction. But my father is building a bioweapon, and you have the only counter-strategy.”
Kaelen knelt, his eyes level wi
