But more than anything, she hated whoever had knocked her out, kidnapped her, and orchestrated this nightmare.
The kidnapping, the assault, the video recording—it was the exact same playbook she had used against Riley. There was no way Riley wasn't connected to this.
But Riley was a nobody. She didn't have the power or connections to pull this off. Who the hell was backing her?
The only person Seraphina could think of was Pierce.
But surely Pierce wouldn't hire someone to violate her. She was his woman, the mother of his son. He couldn't possibly be that cruel.
She refused to believe he was that heartless.
But if it wasn't him, who else could it be?
Who else would go to such extreme lengths for Riley?
Ethan sat in a nearby armchair, frowning as he dragged on his cigarette. Seeing that she had finally stopped wrecking the room, he asked, "Tell me what happened."
Seraphina bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, but she refused to say a single word.
The men had warned her. If she went to the cops or breathed a word of this to anyone, her sex tape would be plastered all over the internet, and her involvement in Riley's kidnapping would be exposed to the world.
Watching his sister's stubborn silence, Ethan rubbed his temples in frustration. Though she wasn't speaking, he was almost certain this had something to do with Pierce.
His sister only ever lost her mind like this when Pierce was involved.
But when it came to Pierce, Ethan had never supported her obsession.
He had tried giving her advice, tried talking sense into her—none of it worked. After a while, he just stopped trying.
She wasn't a toddler; she was a grown woman. If she insisted on making catastrophic decisions, she would have to swallow the consequences herself.
Seeing she still wouldn't talk, Ethan stood up. "I have work to do. I'm going upstairs. Get some rest."

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