Calculated Moves and Hidden Threats

SERAPHINA

I stood at the window of my father's estate, watching the gardeners prune the rose bushes with meticulous precision. Everything in its place. Everything controlled. Just as I preferred my world to be.

"You seem confident," my father said from behind me, the ice in his whiskey glass clinking as he swirled it.

I turned to face him, a small smile playing on my lips. "That's because I am confident."

"Roman Vance isn't a man easily manipulated," he warned. "Many have tried. All have failed."

"They weren't me," I replied simply. "And they didn't understand his weakness."

My father raised an eyebrow. "Which is?"

"His heart." I walked to the bar cart and poured myself a small measure of brandy. "The arrival of Vanessa West and the chaos she brings has left him emotionally vulnerable. Perfect timing."

"And what exactly is your plan?" Father asked, skepticism evident in his tone.