No,” she said, the word simple and final.
There was a stunned silence on the other end. She had never told him no.
You… you will do as I say! You have ruined everything! You are nothing without me, do you understand? Nothing! You come home NOW!”
I am not coming home,” Elera said, her gaze fixed on the rolling ocean. “And I am not nothing. I am in ove with another man.”
The silence this time was different. Confused, then thoughtful. She could almost hear the gears grinding n his head. “What? What are you babbling about? What man? Some boy you met at a party? Some artist vith no prospects? Don’t be more of an idiot than you already are!”
He is not a boy,” she said, letting a smile touch her voice, a smile he couldn’t see but would hear. “He is a nan. With considerable prospects. Far greater than Xan’s, in fact.”
A pause. The greed cutting through the anger. “Who? Who is it?”
Drakonius Vex.”
The name landed like a stone in deep water. She heard his sharp intake of breath. “Vex? The… the >harmaceutical Vex? The dying one?”
He is unwell, yes,” she said, her tone cool. “But very much alive. And very much my husband.”
The shriek on the other end of the phone was not human. It was a pure, unfiltered sound of rage, betrayal, ind shattered avarice. “YOUR WHAT?!”
We were married last night,” Elera continued, speaking over his sputtering. “Shortly after I left the gala. It’s already legal. I am Mrs. Drakonius Vex now. So you see, Daddy, you aren’t childless. You just lost a laughter and gained a son–in–law who could buy and sell you and Xan a hundred times over. I do hope he merger was worth it.”
She didn’t wait for his reply. She ended the call.
She sat there, the phone silent in her hand, the echo of his fury still ringing in her ears. She expected to feel triumph. She felt only a vast, quict emptiness.
A soft knock came at her door.


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