Seraphina followed Lady Lockwood’s right-hand aide into her personal office chamber. Inside were Lady Lockwood herself and three other Lockwood family elders. The room had an eerie atmosphere, with dim lighting that gave it more of a coven chamber vibe than an office.“Grandma, you sent for me?” Seraphina said, her head bowed.“Yes, Seraphina, please have a seat,” Lady Lockwood replied.Seraphina took her seat. It was positioned a few meters in front, facing Lady Lockwood and the elders, as if she were on trial and they were the judges.“Seraphina, I want to start by stating how much we appreciate the sacrifice you made to secure the Maverick two hundred million dollar contract. The entire Lockwood family is in your debt,” Lady Lockwood said solemnly.‘Here she goes with the sacrifices bullshit again,’ Seraphina thought to herself.“As flattering as your compliment may be, I can assure you that I made no sacrifices whatsoever in securing this contract. All I did was visit Maverick Cor
That night, Ethan Bishop was at the VIP lounge of the Crimson Shot Bar, one of the most luxurious and elite bars in all of Pantheon Valley. He was there with a couple of friends, celebrating a new international deal acquisition he had made, thanks to his earlier interview. He was having the time of his life when suddenly—“Ethan Bishop, for someone so bold and audacious, you really are an easy man to find,” a voice said.Ethan Bishop's heart skipped a beat before he raised his gaze to see who had spoken. It was Jacob Harrington.“Jayy, my man!” he beckoned excitedly.Jacob and Ethan had known each other for quite some time. They had fought for the same causes and opposing ones. For lack of a better word, they were frenemies.“Come on, have a seat! Join us,” Ethan Bishop invited cheerfully.“I was hoping to speak to you alone,” Jacob said.“Really? Is it that important?” Ethan Bishop asked, reluctant to leave the party just yet.“Presumably so, I’m afraid,” Jacob explained.“Can’t it w
Driven by fear, Ethan Bishop drove to his safe house, located on the outskirts of Pantheon Valley.“Sir, who was your assailant?” Ethan Bishop’s right-hand man in charge of the safe house asked.“I have no idea,” Ethan replied.“It’s probably a hitman or a mercenary. Do you know who would want to take you out so badly they’d hire one?”“Which of them wouldn’t? I’ve made so many enemies, I’ve lost track of the count. But I do know this: whoever or whatever that was, he’s not done. He just gave us a head start, and that, my friend, was a big mistake.”Ethan Bishop’s safe house was a three-story building armed with at least twenty guards at all times. Each of the rooms and floors could only be accessed by specific people, depending on their security clearance level. Ethan Bishop’s safe room was an underground bunker accessible only via an elevator from the highest room in the building. As Ethan looked around his safe house, his mind flashed through the sequence of the earlier occurrence
Ethan Bishop looked at his phone. It was a text from Caroline Lockwood, Seraphina’s mother. The message read:“Sir Ethan Bishop, I beg of you to denounce the rumor circulating between you and my daughter, Seraphina. I am sure it’s all a big misunderstanding. Please Sir Bishop, I am certain we can come to some sort of arrangement.”Ethan Bishop felt disgusted and infuriated reading the text. “The audacity of that woman,” he vented.Here he was, two floors away from death, and she dared to send him such an irrelevant message. Why was everyone so hell-bent on making him look like a fool by asking him to denounce the rumors he had already indirectly confirmed as truth?Caroline’s plea, he could understand. But what was so special about Seraphina Lockwood that even Jacob Harrington himself came to pressure him with a blank check—a literal blank check, hell, he could have written five hundred billion dollars. Jacob Harrington’s account was certainly capable of giving out such an outrageous
The air was thick with tension. Fifty men stood in tight formation, their guns trained on the elevator door. Ethan Bishop, seated in his command center, watched the CCTV feed with laser focus. The elevator began its slow ascent, each floor ticking by like a countdown to the inevitable confrontation. “Steady,” Ethan whispered to himself, his heart pounding against his ribcage. His plan was simple: overwhelm the attacker with sheer numbers. No one could possibly take down fifty armed men. But as the elevator doors slid open, and the barrage of gunfire erupted, something felt off. For fifteen deafening seconds, bullets tore into the empty elevator. Only then did the captain notice—there was no one inside. “Cease fire!” the captain barked. Ethan’s voice cracked through the comms, panic creeping in. “Where is he? I saw him enter the elevator!” “I don’t know, Sir. He’s not in there. It’s empty.” “That’s impossible. Are you sure you didn’t vaporize him?” Ethan spat, frustration
“Seraphina Chase! She’s behind all this, isn’t she?” Ethan Bishop gasped, his voice strangled with fear. Alexander cocked his head, annoyed. Why stop now? The idiot had only stated the obvious, desperate to make pointless offers to save his skin. Without hesitation, Alexander grabbed Ethan by the throat, ready to resume his mission—beating Ethan Bishop into the afterlife. “I CAN FIX IT!” Ethan screamed, panic filling his eyes. “I heard you,” Alexander replied, his voice shifting, his vocal cords manipulating the sound into something far more terrifying than his natural tone. “Doesn’t mean I believe you.” “I swear on my father’s name, I can fix it! The Pantheon Valley News is live right now. All I need to do is call in and clear it all up.” “And what if it doesn’t work?” Alexander’s interest was piqued, but his grip didn’t loosen. “Trust me, it will. But I need your word—no harm comes to me once it’s done.” Alexander's eyes narrowed. “I owe you nothing. You deserve no mercy.”
When all was said and done, Ethan Bishop and his men were beaten to a pulp, their jaws so disarranged they might never be able to utter another word. Alexander found a discreet place to change back into his regular clothes before heading home. His plan had been more successful than he anticipated. All he’d wanted was to make Ethan pay for what he'd done to Seraphina, but he also ended up getting a public confession that vindicated her completely. Now, with the deed done, he just hoped it would work. "Alexander!" His name was the first thing he heard as he opened the front door. It was Seraphina, with her mother, Caroline, seated in the living room. "Seraphina? Carol? What are you two doing up?" Alexander asked, surprised. He had expected them to be asleep, allowing him to sneak in unnoticed. "Are you out of your mind? How do you expect us to sleep with everything that's going on?" Caroline snapped. "Fair point," Alexander muttered, cursing under his breath for not considering that
Alexander entered the room, murmuring to himself. In truth, he wanted his deeds to remain anonymous, but he never expected the glory to be snatched away by a mother so eager to pimp out her daughter. The craziest part was, despite all the horrible things Ethan Bishop had put Seraphina through, Caroline was still eager to serve her daughter's hand to him on a platter of gold. Alexander couldn’t help but wonder which one of them was truly the deluded fool. But despite it all, one thing gave him satisfaction: Ethan Bishop would never be able to ask for Seraphina’s hand in marriage again—not with his fractured jaw. Hell, he’d be lucky if he could even eat solid food again in this lifetime. Seraphina entered the room. "Alex, ignore what my mother said. You know how she is," Seraphina began, her tone calm. "It’s fine… you should get some rest. Today might turn out to be an extremely busy one for you," he said indifferently as he laid the bed out for her. "You know… I thought you’d