The fluorescent lights of the Flynn family estate flickered with an almost electric tension as Sienna Flynn stood her ground. Her face, usually soft and accommodating, was set in a mask of rigid defiance. Around her, the air felt heavy, saturated with the smug arrogance of relatives who already smelled the perfume of imperial power.
"I won't do it," Sienna whispered, her voice gaining strength as it echoed off the cold marble floors. "I will not divorce him."
"Sienna! How dare you talk back to Grandmother!" Eddison Flynn roared, his face turning a dark, bruised purple. He stepped forward, the expensive fabric of his suit straining against his sudden movement. "Do you have any idea what is at stake? The entire future of our lineage rests on the alliances we forge tomorrow at the Heaven Sa
