The First Time She Didn’t Stay Quiet
The next morning, the Ashford estate felt colder than usual.
Seraphina sat silently beside her mother in the back seat of a taxi, fingers twisted tightly together in her lap.
Neither of them spoke much during the ride.
Because there wasn’t really anything left to say.
The screenshots were still burned into Lin Evermore’s mind.
Buy this brand instead.
Wait outside.
Why did you leave before recording?
Every message felt like another knife twisting into a mother’s chest.
When they arrived at the estate, the servants immediately sensed something was wrong.
Lin walked straight through the front doors without stopping.
Seraphina followed quietly behind her.
The private dining room was already occupied.
Lucien sat at the table lazily scrolling through his phone while Evelyn Ashford drank coffee across from him.
The moment Evelyn saw them, her expression changed.
“Lin?”
Lucien barely looked up.
Then he noticed Seraphina standing beside her mother.
His brows pulled together slightly.
“You’re still upset about last night?”
Lin calmly placed a stack of printed screenshots onto the table.
The room went silent.
Lucien’s expression darkened slightly as he recognized the messages immediately.
Evelyn picked up the papers beside her.
The further she read, the tighter her face became.
Especially after seeing the message about recording.
“Lucien,” she said sharply.
He looked irritated already.
“It wasn’t a big deal.”
Seraphina felt her chest tighten instantly.
Not a big deal.
Of course that’s what he thought.
Lin stared at him quietly for several seconds.
Then finally asked:
“Do you even hear yourself?”
Lucien leaned back in his chair lazily.
“She’s acting like I ruined her life.”
“You humiliated her.”
“She could’ve said no.”
The calmness in his voice made the entire room colder.
Seraphina lowered her eyes immediately.
Because deep down—
Part of her hated that he was right.
She never said no.
Not to the errands.
Not even to the humiliation.
Because loving Lucien Ashford had slowly taught her to confuse obedience with affection.
Evelyn finally set the papers down hard.
“That’s enough.”
Lucien frowned slightly at his mother’s tone.
She almost never spoke to him like that.
Lin reached into her bag calmly and pulled out an envelope.
“I’m resigning.”
That finally made Lucien look up properly.
“What?”
“I’ll collect our belongings today. Seraphina and I will leave tonight.”
For the first time, genuine surprise flashed across his face.
Evelyn stood immediately.
“Lin, please reconsider.”
Her voice sounded sincere now.
Tired too.
“I’ll speak to Lucien.”
“That doesn’t change what happened.”
“I can arrange separate housing for you both nearby,” Evelyn continued quickly. “Seraphina’s education shouldn’t suffer because my son acted immaturely.”
Lin almost laughed.
Immature boys forgot birthdays.
Immature boys came home drunk.
Immature boys did not turn a girl into a public joke and expect gratitude afterward.
“My daughter loved him,” Lin said quietly.
The room fell silent.
Evelyn’s expression tightened painfully.
Because everyone had known.
Everyone except Lucien.
Or maybe—
He knew.
And simply enjoyed being worshipped.
That possibility disturbed her even more.
Lucien finally scoffed softly.
“You’re seriously leaving over condoms?”
Seraphina flinched immediately.
Evelyn closed her eyes briefly in frustration.
Lin’s voice stayed calm.
“No. We’re leaving because my daughter forgot her own worth in this house.”
Something in the room shifted after that.
Because for the first time—
Someone had finally said it out loud.
Lucien’s jaw tightened slightly.
“You’re overreacting.”
“No,” Lin replied steadily. “I’m being her mother.”
Silence.
Lucien suddenly looked toward Seraphina instead.
Like he expected her to say something.
To calm everyone down.
To stay like she always did.
But Seraphina only stood there quietly beside her mother.
And somehow—
That unsettled him more.
Evelyn stepped forward carefully.
“Seraphina,” she said softly, “you’ve grown up in this house. You’re family to us.”
That almost made Seraphina laugh.
Family.
Families didn’t humiliate each other for entertainment.
Families didn’t make girls buy condoms for another couple.
Families didn’t send laughing videos afterward.
Still, before she could answer—
Lucien spoke again.
“She’ll come back.”
Everyone looked at him.
His expression stayed lazy, almost annoyed.
“She always does.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
Because until yesterday—
He would’ve been right.
Lin picked up the resignation letter and placed it directly in front of Evelyn.
“Not this time.”
Then she turned toward Seraphina gently.
“Come on.”
And for the first time in years—
Seraphina walked away from Lucien Ashford without looking back.
By Monday morning, everyone at Saint Aurelius Academy already knew something was wrong.
Because Isolde Sterling never missed a chance to humiliate somebody.
Seraphina stepped out of the car alone, clutching her books tightly against her chest.
Usually Lucien arrived with her.
Usually there were messages.
Orders.
Errands.
Something.
But today—
Nothing.
No Lucien.
No acknowledgment at all.
Students immediately noticed.
Whispers followed her across the courtyard.
“Did Lucien finally dump her?”
“I heard her mom caused drama at the Ashford estate.”
“That’s so embarrassing.”
“She probably got too clingy again.”
Seraphina kept walking with her head down.
Like if she ignored them hard enough, maybe they’d disappear.
They didn’t.
By lunchtime, things got worse.
Way worse.
Seraphina opened her locker—
And froze.
Condom boxes spilled out immediately.
Dozens of them.
Different brands.
Different sizes.
Some unopened.
Some empty on purpose.
One even bounced across the hallway floor near her shoes.
The corridor exploded with laughter.
“Oh my god,” a girl gasped dramatically. “That’s insane.”
Another laughed harder.
“Lucien seriously sent her shopping again?”
Someone else picked up a box from the floor.
“Wait—isn’t this the same brand from the pharmacy near campus?”
“Yeah,” another girl snorted. “Apparently she buys them all the time.”
More laughter erupted.
Seraphina’s face went completely pale.
Then Isolde Sterling appeared from the crowd.
Perfect hair.
Perfect makeup.
Perfect smile.
Cruel as ever.
She leaned casually against the lockers, arms folded.
“Don’t look so shocked, Seraphina,” she said lightly. “Lucien thought it’d be funny.”
A girl beside her giggled immediately.
“He literally bought like fifty boxes online last night.”
“And told us to help decorate your locker.”
The laughter became even louder.
Seraphina’s fingers tightened around her books.
Isolde tilted her head innocently.
“Honestly, we should thank you.” Her smile widened. “Without you constantly running errands, Lucien’s relationship would be way less convenient.”
Someone nearby added loudly:
“She’s basically their assistant at this point.”
“No,” another corrected. “Personal condom delivery service.”
The hallway burst into laughter again.
Seraphina crouched down silently to pick up the boxes.
Then someone kicked one away before she could grab it.
“Aww, don’t miss that one.”
Another girl smirked.
“Careful. That one might be sentimental.”
“Stop,” Seraphina whispered.
“What?”
“I said stop.”
That only encouraged them more.
One girl snatched Seraphina’s notebook from her arms.
Another tugged at her sleeve.
“Aww, she’s mad.”
“Maybe Lucien finally got bored of his charity project.”
“That’s what happens when poor girls confuse pity with love.”
That one hit harder than the others.
Because part of her still feared it was true.
Seraphina reached for her notebook.
“Give it back.”
The girl lifted it higher with a grin.
“Make me.”
A crowd had gathered around them now.
Phones out.
Recording.
Watching.
Nobody stepped in.
Nobody ever did.
Then—
“Pathetic.”
A cold male voice cut through the hallway.
Everything went silent instantly.
Cassian Valecrest walked toward them slowly, one hand in his pocket, dark coat hanging over his shoulders like he stepped straight out of a magazine cover.
Unlike Lucien, who attracted attention naturally—
Cassian controlled it.
People moved out of his way automatically.
The girl holding Seraphina’s notebook immediately stiffened.
Cassian stopped right in front of her.
“Do you people enjoy acting like circus animals,” he asked calmly, “or does public humiliation just come naturally to you?”
Nobody answered.
The girl immediately shoved the notebook back toward Seraphina.
Cassian didn’t even glance at her.
His eyes stayed on Seraphina instead.
“Are you hurt?”
The question caught her completely off guard.
Not Are you okay.
Not fake politeness.
Actual concern.
Seraphina shook her head automatically.
Cassian’s gaze slowly drifted toward the condom boxes scattered all over the floor.
Something dark flickered across his face.
Then he looked up at Isolde.
“You planned this?”
Isolde crossed her arms tighter.
“Why do you care?”
Cassian took one slow step forward.
Suddenly even Isolde’s friends looked nervous.
“Because,” he said quietly, “I hate spoiled people who think cruelty makes them important.”
Isolde forced out a laugh.
“You’re defending her?”
“No,” Cassian replied coldly. “I’m criticizing you.”
The hallway became dead silent.
Even Isolde looked caught off guard.
Cassian almost never involved himself in school drama.
That made this worse.
Much worse.
One girl muttered awkwardly, “We were just joking…”
Cassian finally looked at her.
She shut up immediately.
Seraphina stood frozen beside her locker, emotions twisting painfully in her chest.
Because after spending years chasing Lucien—
The person protecting her was somebody who owed her absolutely nothing.
Cassian bent down calmly and picked up one of the condom boxes himself.
Then dropped it straight into the nearby trash can.
The sound echoed strangely loudly.
“One more thing,” he said without looking at Isolde again. “If any of you touch her belongings after today, I’ll make sure your families regret raising you this badly.”
Nobody doubted him.
That was the scary part.
Cassian finally turned back toward Seraphina.
“Come with me.”
She blinked. “What?”
“You haven’t eaten.”
Before she could answer, he turned and walked away like he already expected her to follow him.
And somehow—
She did.
