Chapter 4: The Rat Turns
The knock on the door was heavy, official, and final. Two private security guards stood there—not police, but the personal enforcement team of Emily’s father. They walked past Marcus as if he were furniture.
Behind them walked Emily. She was wearing a white coat, her hair perfectly styled, looking not like a woman who had been dragged through the dirt, but like a queen presiding over her court.
Seraphina immediately lunged for Emily, her vanity morphing into desperate rage. "You little witch! You did this!"
Emily didn't blink. She didn't even raise her voice. She simply looked at the guards. "Remove her. And verify the NDA she signed is still active. If she speaks a word of this, sue her into the next century."
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As Seraphina was dragged away, cursing and crying, Marcus collapsed onto the sofa. "Emily... please. We can talk. We have a child."
Emily looked down at him, her expression devoid of love, pity, or hate. It was just professional detachment.
