Chapter 32: Negotiation - 2
The reception room was colder tonight.
Shadows flickered against the steel walls, dancing in the light of the moon hanging in the sky.
A woman moved like a blade wrapped in silk—graceful, lethal, and impossible to ignore.
Her figure was a sculpted testament to power and poise: long, toned legs that carried her with unhurried confidence,
a narrow waist that emphasized the natural curve of her hips, and a backside that swayed with quiet ripeness—plump, perfectly shaped,
the kind of ass that spoke of both discipline and indulgence.
Her breasts were full and high, mature and heavy with that sensual weight only age and confidence bestow, always cradled in tight, elegant fabrics that hinted rather than revealed.
At her right stood Elara, composed but tense.
Behind her, Ruel sat still in the low armchair, his eyes fixed on nothing and everything at once. Unmoving. Like a storm that hadn't decided when to break.
He leaned forward, eyes locked on to Alena's fake majesty "I see a woman pretending she still rules a united house... when in truth, it's already burning in three separate fires." he concluded lazily.
Then