Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245: Chapter 245

Seraphine’s POV

The coaching inn’s courtyard was deserted. Perfect.

I pressed my back against the velvet seat and let the trembling take me. Not from fear. From triumph. My fingers curled into the fabric of my traveling cloak, knuckles white, chest heaving with the kind of breathless elation that bordered on madness.

She believed it. She actually believed it.

I closed my eyes and replayed the moment. Elara’s face—that porcelain mask shattering into countless pieces. The way her voice cracked when she said his name. The way her hands shook as she clutched the separation papers.

Beautiful.

Everything had unfolded exactly as planned. The drugged wine. The staged scene. The whispered rumors that spread through the court like wildfire. And now—the crowning achievement—Elara herself had crumbled. She believed Kaelen had chosen me. Believed the child growing inside me was his.

I pressed a hand to my swollen belly. A smile twisted my lips.

If only she knew whose it really was.

The driver knocked on the carriage roof. "My lady? Which road?"

"The eastern route. Toward Stonebrook."

The carriage lurched forward. I steadied myself against the window frame and watched the inn disappear behind a curtain of dust.

Stonebrook. My safehouse. A modest country estate belonging to a distant relative who asked no questions and accepted generous coin. I would hide there through the remainder of my pregnancy. Wait. Let the chaos unfold in the capital without me.

Phase three was complete.

The next phase belonged to Gareth. He would move against Kaelen while the emperor was emotionally gutted, politically isolated, his mate gone, his reputation shredded. By the time anyone pieced together what had happened, it would be too late.

And then—

I would return. Not as a disgraced cousin of the guard captain. Not as a court lady. As queen.

The word tasted like honey on my tongue.

I leaned my head against the window and watched the countryside blur past. Rolling hills. Farmland. The occasional cluster of stone cottages with smoke curling from their chimneys.

Everything was working. Everything was—

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A flutter of wings outside the window. I turned sharply. A small enchanted sparrow—a messenger construct—hovered at the glass. Its crystalline eyes pulsed blue. Cassian’s signature magic.

I opened the window a crack. The sparrow dissolved into mist and reformed as a folded note that drifted into my lap.

Seraphine. Return to the palace immediately. This is not a request. Trust me, this is important. —C

I crumpled the note and tossed it to the floor.

No. Absolutely not.

Whatever Cassian wanted, it could wait. He didn’t know what I’d done. He couldn’t. He was loyal to Kaelen above all else—blood or no blood—and if he discovered the truth, his sense of honor would compel him to hand me over without hesitation.

I wasn’t going back.

The carriage rattled onward. The road narrowed as we left the main highway, winding through patches of forest that threw dappled shadows across the interior.

Another messenger arrived. Then another.

Come back now. Please.

Seraphine. I’m serious. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.

Where are you? Answer me.

Each note more urgent than the last. Each one with that same undertone—not concern. Not familial warmth. Something sharper. More desperate.

Warning.

A cold thread wound through my chest. I crushed the latest note in my fist.

He doesn’t know. He can’t know. The plan was flawless. Gareth and I covered every trace—

But the messages kept coming.

Why would Cassian be this persistent? He wasn’t the sentimental type. He didn’t send multiple messages unless—

Unless he’d been ordered to.

The cold thread became ice. It spread through my ribs, my spine, my fingers.

No. Stop. Think rationally.

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