In Armin’s personal Villa in Boston.Seraphine shifted and now sat on Armin's lap. Armin could not stop staring at her. Her unmistakable and intoxicating beauty held him captive. Her gray eyes sparkled and her red-brown hair fell down her shoulders.Armin's breath caught in his throat as he gazed up at her, taking in her full view. The way her lips curved into a knowing smile, and the way her physique matched his perfectly, made it impossible for me not to be drawn towards her. She leaned forward, her face close to his, and her warm breath touched his skin, making his pulse quicken.Without saying anything, Seraphina kissed him deeply and passionately. Their mouths moved together and her kiss was filled with hunger and desperation. Armin could taste her desire, her need for being the one and only in his life. She kissed him like she wanted to be in his heart forever.Seraphina's fingers were tangled in his hair as she kissed him harder, her body grinding gently against his, feeding th
In the grand hall of Rodriguez Manor, a storm of emotions hung thick in the air. Armin Rodriguez stood with his arm around Seraphina Holland, his eyes blazing with defiance. His father, Gabriel, and mother, Lilian, stood frozen in shock, their faces a mixture of disbelief and anger. Meanwhile, his younger brother, Bjorn, watched with a devilish grin, savoring the chaos as if it were his favorite show. In the corner, Alora, the adopted special child of the family, looked around with wide, confused eyes, struggling to grasp the gravity of the situation.Gabriel’s voice roared through the hall. "Armin! How dare you bring Seraphina here?"Armin’s gaze remained unwavering. "She belongs to me," he declared, his voice firm. "And I want her to become Mrs. Rodriguez."Lilian’s hand flew to her mouth as she hitched in horror, her eyes wide with disbelief. "But Armin," she whispered, her voice cracking, "you already have a wife. Alysha Jarl is your wife!"Armin’s lips curled into a cold smile. "
Seraphina’s voice quivered as she stepped forward, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. “Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez, I don’t know why you hate me so much!” she pleaded, her hands clasped together, trembling. “I have always loved Armin since I was a child. What is wrong with me?”Lilian’s face twisted in anger, her eyes sharp as daggers. “What’s wrong?” she hissed, her hands slamming down on the table, making the glassware shiver. “The hell wrong is your blood! You are nothing but a bastard!” Seraphina’s breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened. Her lips parted, and for a second, the room fell into a thick silence. Her body went rigid, as if Lilian’s words had physically struck her, leaving her rooted to the spot.Armin’s face darkened, and he stepped between them, shielding Seraphina with his body. “Mom!” he barked, his voice echoing off the high walls. “In which era are you living? People don’t need to get married to have a child.”Lilian’s gaze burned like a lit flame, and she s
Alora rushed toward Lilian, her small frame trembling as she clung to her mother’s waist, her eyes wide with fear. She shook, her body shivering uncontrollably as she tried to speak, but her words stumbled out, tangled and broken. Her lips quivered, and her eyes welled with tears, her desperation evident.Lilian glanced down, her expression softening as she stroked Alora’s hair. “My dear child,” she cooed gently, her voice a whisper against the chaos. “Mommy will play with you later, okay? Look, I’m talking to your brother now.”But Alora shook her head frantically, her grip tightening. “Mom! Seraphina... killed... Seraphina...” she stammered, her voice rising in panic. Her face was flushed, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggled to form the words.Lilian’s eyes widened as she and Gabriel exchanged a look, confusion clouding their faces. Seraphina stiffened, her eyes narrowing as she watched Alora, a flicker of alarm passing over her face before she masked it with a cold sn
Bjorn leaned casually against the marble pillar, with his arms folded and a smirk on his lips. He glanced at the various characters in the unfolding drama, including his parents, his brother, Seraphina, and the trembling Alora. The tension was thick, the air electric, but to him, it was nothing but another act in the endless play that was the Rodriguez family.He observed Alora struggling to speak, her face contorted with fear and confusion, and a sluggish smile slipped across his face. She tried hard, but no one was listening. He looked at Seraphina, her expression cool and composed, her words silky as honey as she twisted the situation. It was amazing how easily she could lie.Bjorn was not blind to the details of what Alora was trying to say. He knew when something was wrong and Seraphina looked very scared for a short time, which showed him something important: she had secrets. Big ones. He enjoyed uncovering those secrets more than watching his family fall apart.The smile of Bjo
According to Alton's plan, Henry escorted Bjorn and Alora to Holland Hospital the next day. Inside Seraphina Holland's CEO office, Seraphina's eyes were fixed on Alora, who clung tightly to Bjorn’s arm, her small frame trembling with fear. Alora's heart pounded in her chest, and she held on as if her life depended on it.Seraphina’s office was sleek and pristine, the cold, clinical air of Holland Hospital seeping through the walls. The blinds were half-drawn, casting thin beams of light across her desk. Seraphina sat behind it, her eyes locked onto Alora, who clung to Bjorn as if her life depended on it. Alora’s breath was rapid, and her small frame shivered uncontrollably. Her fingers dug into Bjorn’s arm, her eyes wide with fear.Bjorn, on the other hand, lounged back in his seat with a smug grin plastered on his face, watching the tension rise with amusement. He seemed almost delighted to be there, his eyes dancing as he looked between Alora and Seraphina.Bjorn, on the other hand
Seraphina’s steps were slow, calculated, as she closed the distance between herself and Alora. Her eyes glinted with a mix of false warmth and something far darker. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Alora’s cheek, her touch deceptively gentle. “You are so beautiful, Alora,” she murmured, her tone sweet. “Those big golden curls and those baby blue eyes... like a doll.” Alora, trembling, tried to muster a smile, her eyes flicking up to meet Seraphina’s. But it was a weak, fragile attempt, and the fear in her eyes was unmistakable.In an instant, Seraphina’s grip shifted from gentle to vicious. Her fingers wrapped tightly around Alora’s throat, squeezing with a sudden, terrifying force. Alora’s eyes widened, a choked gasp escaping her lips as her hands instinctively went to Seraphina’s wrist, her body jerking in shock.Seraphina’s face twisted, her teeth bared as she leaned in, her voice a hiss. “You saw Alysha Jarl, didn’t you?” she snarled, her grip tightening. Alora’s eye
Maximilian carried Alora out of Seraphina’s office, his hold on her firm and protective. Her small hands gripped his uniform tightly, her face pressed against his chest as he moved swiftly through the hallways. She trembled in his arms, and he felt every shiver that coursed through her. He kept his gaze forward, his jaw set, ignoring the questions burning in his mind. Right now, his priority was getting her somewhere safe—somewhere far from Seraphina.When they reached the military base, the sight was almost surreal. Alora clung to him as he stepped through the gates, his presence commanding immediate attention. Soldiers and officers, trained to be composed, faltered at the sight of their captain holding a girl who looked like she had walked out of a fairy tale. Eyes widened, and whispers passed between them as they watched the tall, imposing figure of Maximilian cradling a fragile, princess-like girl. Her golden hair cascaded down, catching the sunlight, and her diamond hair clip sp