Imperial Love: The Billionaire's Obsession

der crashing, Seraphina made a desperate dash towa

" she c

op in time and collided head-first into the cold metal. As she fell backward onto the wet ground,

ur mind?" a voice echoed, fi

d up to her. "Stopping cars during the day, running into

r feet, and staggered a few steps forward. Her hands shot out between the gate bars, grippi

f disgust flashing across his handsome face. "You'd best

blurry rain veil. She saw a woman's silhouette by the French w

snapped, clearly irritated. "Just l

once-proud heiress of the Seraphina estate was now faced with her family's bankruptcy. With her

ready to forsake it al

guish. "Please, I'm begging you. Lend me the

begging me for a mere $150,000? How the mighty have fallen. Even if you were a

he realized his affections were never genuine. However, bit

, plea

earby. In the dim light from the mansion, the newcomer wasn't exceptionally pretty, especially compared to Seraphin

eb exclaimed, frowning with concern

keep him from departing. But he flung her off with disdain. As she fell to the ground, his voice

walked back into the mansion, leaving Seraphina alone in the rain. T

raphina pounded on the gate, shou

ng silently, finally spoke up, "Miss Se

ed, "Caleb... I'

n the mansion eventually turned off, plunging the world into darkness. Seraphina sat, drenched and defeated, unti

smile touched her lips. "It's a

old as frost. He watched the lonely figure in the distance – Seraphina. Once known as the capricious and wilful heir

feet amidst the pouring rain. It seemed like with just one false move, she'd

e driver, unable to bear the scene, cautiou

as the col

ing all this time just to witness this tragedy? Surely

epeated, his voic

stion Dorian's motives, complied. The black Rolls

please don

n't abandon M

y – D

tmare of the Lys family's downfall and her father's heartless departure haunted her. Each night, she

opulent European décor, the extravagant chandelier, and the lavish leather sofas all besp

med they brought her to this place. Quickly dressing in the clothes left for her on

d, uniformed and holding fresh flowers, greeted her warmly, "Good morning, Ms

et with more friendly greetings. Yet, the

ally having breakfast while reading a newspaper, was a man with an effortless

he could recognize eve

once taken advantage of her youth. The very Dorian who, five years prior,

feet wouldn't obey. The ro

ng, "Good morning, Ms. Seraphina. Would y

th shrimp dumplings and various desserts, was still placed before h

m his paper or acknowledged her. To him, sh

ation. Yet, she had one vulnerability: Dorian. Just the m

frying in hot oil, flipping

ng china. She knew how much he loathed her, which made it even harder to break the stifling silence between t

ice, "Mr. Dorian... could I perhaps borrow $150,000?" The

over her eyes, almost as if

" she whispered, "no one dares to lend

nd off a rejection, she hastily added, "I'm graduating soon.

ply or even acknowledge her. The restaurant fell into a deafenin

d hear her own heart pounding in her ears, its rhythm echoing

ocked eyes with her. She met his gaze, startled, and found those captivating eyes even colder than t

her. Even after five ye

hrown into an abyss, the pain so r

ht back tears that threatened to spill. In a shaky voice, she murmur

her words. Dorian had smashed the bowl of porridge

king her up from her chair. He dragged her toward the exit, his g

slammed the door behind her. As the door shut, the last thing Seraphina saw was D

asked. She knew w