She Played the Helpless, Pregnant Wife to Perfection—Until She Pulled the Kill Switch on Her Husband’s Political Empire
Chapter 1: The Glass Cage
The library of the Blackwood mansion was suffocatingly opulent. Heavy oak bookshelves reached toward the ceiling, casting long shadows over the scene. Julian, the rising star of the Senate, paced like a caged predator. His mother, Evelyn, sat in a high-backed leather chair, nursing a crystal glass of scotch, her eyes cold as flint.
"Sign it, Seraphina," Julian commanded, his voice dripping with venom. He shoved the document across the mahogany desk. "You’re pregnant, you’re dependent, and you’re a liability. If you don't sign these papers relinquishing your trust fund to the campaign, we’ll make sure you disappear with absolutely nothing."
Seraphina stood up, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach. She looked fragile. Pale. Terrified. She looked like a woman who had nowhere else to turn.
"Julian, please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "We have a child on the way. Don't do this."
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"The child is just another asset," Evelyn sneered, swirling her drink. "And right now, it’s an asset I’d rather not have to manage. Sign the papers, or your inheritance gets liquidated by morning."
Seraphina let out a shaky breath. She took the pen, her hand shaking. For a second, it looked like the end of her freedom.
