Silent Threat 2

The waltz had ended, but Liam could still feel Seraphina's breath against his ear, the weight of her words pressing into him like a vice.

"Your precious Isabella's father, on his final night… I own every second of that night, Mr. Campbell. Every detail that would bring her empire crashing down."

The ballroom hummed with elegant conversation, champagne glasses clinking beneath the glow of crystal chandeliers. Laughter, flirtation, deals brokered with carefully veiled threats—it was a world Liam had learned to navigate, but tonight, the stakes had shifted.

He stood at the edge of the dance floor, his hands steady, his expression unreadable. Across the room, Isabella moved through the crowd, her smile poised, her presence commanding. She belonged here. This was her domain. And Seraphina… Seraphina wanted to rip it out from under her.

A slow inhale. A measured exhale. Keep it together.