Novelas de lady.serene

Isabella Elias doesn’t move right away.His gaze stays fixed ahead of us, staring through the windshield as if he’s trying to process something far away instead of the words I just dropped between us.I almost wish he would get angry.Raise his voice. Argue with me. Say something sharp enough to cut through the guilt slowly building in my chest.My fingers tighten around the strap of my bag resting on my lap.The calmness in his voice somehow makes everything worse.“I didn’t plan for it to happen like this,” I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “When I came back… when I started everything with the company, the revenge… I thought I had already buried everything.”Elias tilts his head slightly, glancing at me.“But you didn’t.”It isn’t a question.I shake my head slowly.“No.”The honesty feels strange coming out of my mouth, but at the same time… it feels like something I should have admitted a long time ago.“When I saw him again,” I continue carefully, “I thought all the

Isabella I hear the car before I see it.The sound of an engine stopping outside the gate makes me glance toward the window instinctively. My stomach tightens almost immediately.“He’s here,” Mia says from the kitchen.Of course she noticed too.I take a small breath, grabbing my bag from the table as I try to steady myself.It’s just Elias.Why am I suddenly this nervous?Before I can answer my own question, the doorbell rings.Mia is already halfway to the door.“I’ll get it,” she says casually, though the quick look she throws at me tells me she’s very aware of the situation.I follow a few seconds behind.When Mia opens the door, Elias is standing outside, dressed neatly for work as always.He looks… the same.Calm. Composed. Polite.But there’s something in his eyes that feels heavier today.Mia smiles immediately.“Good morning!”“Good morning,” Elias replies warmly.Then Mia claps her hands once.“Oh! Before I forget—happy birthday!”Elias chuckles softly, a little surprised.

Isabella Monday mornings are usually a struggle.But today, I wake up before my alarm even rings.For a moment, I lie there staring at the ceiling, confused by the unfamiliar burst of energy in my body. Normally I’d hit snooze at least three times before even considering getting up.Then the memory hits me.Gabriel.I groan quietly and pull the blanket over my face.“Fantastic,” I mumble.I’m standing in front of my closet at six in the morning.Just… staring at it.For some reason, none of my clothes look right today.I pull out a navy blouse and hold it against myself, turning slightly toward the mirror.“Hmm.”No.Too serious.I toss it onto the bed and reach for a cream-colored one instead.Maybe this one.A few seconds later, I’m standing in front of Mia’s bedroom door, knocking lightly.“Mia?”A groan answers from inside.“What is it? It’s six in the morning,” she mumbles.The door opens halfway, and Mia appears with messy hair and half-open eyes.“What?” she asks.I gesture at

Gabriel The sound of her car fading down the driveway lingers longer than it should.I’m still standing exactly where she left me, leaning against the column near the entrance, watching the empty road beyond the gates.The estate feels strangely quiet now.Too quiet.I run a hand through my hair and let out a slow breath, shaking my head slightly.“Unbelievable,” I mutter under my breath.A few hours ago, the house felt suffocating with everything unsaid between us. Now it feels hollow without her.I push myself off the column and walk back inside, the doors closing softly behind me.Her coffee cup is still on the dining table.Half empty.I stop beside the chair she sat in earlier, staring at it for a moment longer than necessary.The faint scent of her perfume still lingers in the air.Dangerous.Very dangerous.I exhale slowly and drag a hand across my jaw.“Get a grip,” I tell myself quietly.But the memory of her flushed cheeks, the way she tried to pretend she wasn’t affected b

Isabella The gates of the estate slowly open as my car approaches, the iron bars sliding apart with a quiet mechanical hum.For a brief moment, I hesitate.In the rearview mirror, the house still stands behind me—grand, sunlit, and impossibly calm. Somewhere inside, Gabriel is probably still leaning against the doorway the way he was when I left, watching the empty driveway like he expects me to turn back.My fingers tighten slightly around the steering wheel.“Focus, Isabella,” I murmur to myself.I ease my foot onto the accelerator and guide the car onto the long road that winds down from the estate. Trees arch overhead, their leaves flickering gold in the afternoon light. The breeze carries the scent of earth and sun-warmed grass through the cracked window.But none of it quiets the storm in my chest.All I can feel is the lingering warmth of his kiss.My lips still tingle where his touched them.I groan softly and press a hand to my forehead. “Unbelievable,” I mutter. “He does th

Isabella By the time I finally manage to button the last blouse, the room feels impossibly still. Gabriel’s jacket is gone. The balcony door is shut. Only the soft hum of the estate outside reminds me that the world continues beyond this bedroom.I take a deep breath, trying to steady the rapid beat of my heart, and slip on my shoes. The warm sunlight streams through the French doors, casting golden stripes across the floor. It makes me dizzy with how ordinary it all feels—yet how charged the air is after last night.I step outside onto the terrace, holding my breath as I descend the steps slowly, trying not to stumble over the unfamiliar quiet of the morning.Halfway down, I’m stopped by the soft rustle of movement.“Good morning, Ms. Isabella,” comes a calm, familiar voice.I turn, slightly startled, and find the maid standing at the bottom of the steps, hands folded politely in front of her. Her expression is gentle, almost knowing.“Gabriel…?” I start, but she shakes her head wit

Celeste Years Later If someone told me years ago that my mornings would start with shrieks, small footsteps racing across hardwood floors, and a husband muttering prayers under his breath… I would’ve laughed.But that was before my life became beautifully unrecognizable.Before I became a mother of three.Before I became this version of myself — softer, fuller, steadier, the kind of happy that settles deep in the bones.This morning began the same way every morning began in the Calix household: with chaos.Tiny, adorable, unstoppable chaos.“Daddy! Daddy, he took it again! He did it again!” a voice shrieked from the hallway.I didn’t even need to look to know who it was.Amara, our eldest, barreled into the room, hair halfway undone, wearing her favorite pink pajamas covered in cartoon clouds.“Daddy, tell Seth to stop stealing my things! It’s mine! He didn’t ask permission!”I blinked, still half asleep.Sebastian blinked, fully tortured.“Amara,” he sighed, “sweetheart, it’s seven

CelesteThe lights of the reception dimmed slowly, like the night was finally ready to rest after carrying so much joy.The last notes of the band faded, leaving only the soft, distant hum of the ocean. I stood near the exit of the beachfront hall, still holding my bouquet—even though it had long wilted from hours of dancing and hugging and crying.It was the kind of exhaustion that didn’t weigh me down.The kind that wrapped around me like something warm and full and overwhelmingly real.“Mommy!”I turned just in time for Amara to run into my arms, her tiny floral shoes almost tripping over the sand scattered from the shore. Her hair was loose from all the dancing; her flower crown had slid to one side hours ago and stayed there, stubbornly crooked.I crouched carefully—my gown making tiny rustling sounds—and held her close.“You sleepy, baby?”She nodded against my neck. “I wan’ to stay with you… but my eyes are… heavy.”Sebastian appeared behind her, chuckling low. “Tireless all aft

Sebastian I was not a man who unraveled.I’d built an empire from the ground up, survived markets that swallowed seasoned CEOs whole, and negotiated with men who smiled like allies and struck like serpents. My life had been a never-ending battlefield where weakness was a luxury I could never afford.And yet—Standing here, on this sun-lit beach that had been transformed into a cathedral of glass, flowers, and ocean breeze…Waiting for the love of my life…My entire soul was trembling.The aisle stretched long before me, covered in clear panels filled with frozen white petals. Above it arched a tunnel of roses woven so densely that sunlight filtered down in scattered, celestial beams. Beyond that tunnel was the set of double doors—massive, white, adorned with trailing vines—that hid the most important moment of my life.People whispered around me—old friends, business partners, high-profile guests, the most influential families I grew up with—all perfectly dressed, all acting composed

Celeste Two Months LaterMorning didn’t break softly—it unfurled in a quiet shimmer, like the sun itself understood that today wasn’t ordinary. Today wasn’t just my wedding day… it was also my birthday. And somehow, the universe decided to combine the two biggest moments of my life into one breathtaking, terrifying, overwhelming day.I woke up before my alarm, though I barely slept at all. My heartbeat had been its own kind of restless knocking all night, a mix of nerves and surreal excitement that kept me turning beneath the silk sheets. I stared at the canopy above me for a long moment, letting the stillness settle around me.This villa—the bridal villa—was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Set on the highest cliff of Seb’s private island, it had floor-to-ceiling glass walls that opened directly to the endless blue of the ocean. From where I lay, I could see the water rippling with the first hints of sunrise. Gold, soft pink, and a pale, glowing lavender spread across the horizon like

CelesteAfter days of cold hospital air, machines beeping beside me, and that constant underlying fear that something could go wrong, stepping out of the hospital doors felt like waking up from the longest nightmare. The air was warm, the sky clear, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe without feeling pain or panic clawing at my chest.Sebastian was gripping my hand tightly, as if afraid I might vanish if he loosened his hold. His other hand carried the small bag containing my discharge papers and the few belongings Alexis had brought. He kept glancing at me—every few seconds—checking if I was okay, if I was walking fine, if I was breathing fine, if the world was treating me fine.“Stop worrying,” I whispered, nudging him with my shoulder.He didn’t even try to deny it. “Not happening.”I smiled softly, the kind of smile that carried gratitude and exhaustion all at once. “I’m really okay, Seb. I’m just… tired.”His brows pinched slightly, but he nodded. “Yo

Celeste Nicholas moved to the other side of the bed, careful not to crowd me. “Don’t ever do that again,” he muttered, though his voice shook. “Passing out, getting kidnapped, almost dying—Celeste, my heart can’t handle that.”I let out a weak laugh, even though my throat tightened. “I didn’t want any of it to happen either…”Alexis sniffed, blinking rapidly before placing the bag of clothes on the couch. “I brought some of your things. And… and snacks. But I don’t know if you’re allowed to eat snacks so—” Her eyes widened as she turned to Sebastian. “Sebastian, is she allowed?”“For now, only what the doctor permits,” Sebastian replied, his tone gentler than usual when speaking to her. “But thank you, Alexis.”She nodded quickly, her relief mixed with guilt as her gaze returned to me.Theodore stepped closer, posture straight but eyes impossibly soft. “You are family,” he said quietly. “Do not forget that. We almost lost you.” His jaw tightened. “I am grateful we did not.”Emotion r

Umupo na kaming lahat at nagsimula na. Doon ko na rin napansin ang napakaeleganteng set up ng lamesa para lamang sa dinner na ito. The table was a masterpiece of elegance. The long dining table was draped in a luxurious white tablecloth that flowed gracefully to the floor. A delicate table runner in a soft, shimmering gold ran down the center, catching the light in the most enchanting way.Ang bawat place setting ay maayos na nakaayos: puting dinner plates sa ibabaw ng elegant na charger plates. Ang cutlery, shiny at polished, ay nakaayos ng maayos—mga fork sa kaliwa, at knives at spoons sa kanan. Ang mga baso, crystal clear at kumikislap, ay nakalagay sa itaas ng mga knives—water glasses at wine glasses, bawat isa ay naka-set na maayos. Ang mga napkin, naka-fold sa magandang hugis at nasa silver napkin rings, ay nagbibigay ng dagdag na sophistication.The ambient lighting was perfect, with dimmed chandeliers and softly glowing candles creating a warm and intimate atmosphere. Gentle,

Allison convinced me to join the dinner, and so I did. I already informed Enzo na pupunta ako, as well as Maxine. Napatawag pa nga si Maxine sa sobrang tuwa dahil tinanggap ko ang invitation niya. Si Enzo na rin ang susundo sa akin mamaya at sabay kaming pupunta sa bahay nila Maxine. Alas otso ang dinner kaya nang mag-sais ay naligo na ako. Binilisan ko na ang pagkilos at baka kami ay ma-late sa dinner. Nakakahiya naman kung agaw atensyon ang pagdating namin. Balita ko’y nandoon rin daw ang ibang mga pinsan ni Gael, at kasama rin ang kapatid na babae ni Maxine. Ofcourse, hindi mawawala ang presensya ni Gael sa dinner na iyon kaya kailangan kong paghandaan ang pagpunta ko. Tonight’s dinner is special, and I wanted my outfit to reflect myself. I’m wearing this gorgeous white dress that makes me feel like I’m walking on a cloud. It’s off-shoulder, with a sleek one-line collar that frames my shoulders perfectly. The fabric is soft and stretchy, hugging my curves just right and falling i

I tried. I tried telling him the truth about the past. I was willing to tell him everything already. Tungkol sa naging sakit ko, sa pagbubuntis ko, at sa rason kung bakit tinanggap ko ang perang inalok sa akin ng mama niya. Because after all, I’ve realized that he deserves to know the truth. Gusto kong aminin na lahat sa kanya so we could both live in peace. At para makamit niya na rin yung peace of mind niya. But he didn’t let me explain. At ang mas masakit pa ay inisip niyang nagpabuntis ako sa iba when in fact, siya lang ang lalakeng nakagalaw sa akin. At sa loob ng pitong taon na magkahiwalay kami, wala akong ibang minahal na iba. He was the only person that I loved. Tama nga lang ang desisyon ko na iwan siya noon dahil kung sinabi ko na sa kanya noon ang tungkol sa pagbubuntis ko, baka hindi niya ako paniniwalaan at hindi niya matatanggap ang batang nasa sinapupunan ko. This may be selfish but I’m still thankful na hindi na nabuhay si Nathaniel. I don’t want him to get hurt by

I’m not drunk. Yes, I drank alcohol, but I’m definitely not drunk.I lied when I said I needed rest. The truth is, I want to know more about her past. If she doesn’t want to answer my questions about our past, then I’ll find a way to learn about what happened back then.When I met her again at the engagement party, I didn’t know how to feel. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to show her that I am happy now, that I was able to live happily even though she left me. I wanted to show that I am already more successful than her. But I couldn’t. It felt like the seven years I spent trying to forget her were wasted because the moment I saw her again, what I felt was relief knowing she’s doing so well and that fate allowed our paths to cross again.I couldn't sleep that night because my mind was filled with unanswered questions. I know it’s not right, especially since I’m about to marry Maxine, but I still find myself wanting to understand why Michaela left me.As soon as I entered her room, I was

“Gael, anong ginagawa mo rito?” He looked at me straight to my eyes. “You really don’t care, do you?”“If this is about our past again, please, kalimutan mo na ‘yon. Gael, you’re getting married already! Hindi na mahalaga kung ano ba ang nangyari.”Bigla niya akong nilapitan. “Michaela.” Hinawakan niya ang magkabilang braso ko. “I need to know the truth so I can live in peace.” His expression suddenly changed. It became soft, and calm. Malayong-malayo sa Gael na nakausap ko kanina. Malayong-malayo sa Gael na nakaharap ko kagabi. At this moment, parang kaharap ko ang Gael na nakilala ko seven years ago. The soft, sweet, and gentle Gael na sobrang minahal ko. I was about to answer him nang biglang bumukas ang pinto ng elevator. Mabilis kong inalis ang kamay niyang nakahawak sa mga braso ko saka nagmamadaling lumabas. Hindi ko maintindihan ang sarili ko. Shit. Akala ko tuluyan ko nang naibaon sa limot ang naging nakaraan namin. I didn’t see this coming. I wasn’t prepared. Halos twent

Hindi ko siya iniwan. I was left with no choice. I had to choose myself over him. I had to be selfish at that time. Hindi ko intensyon na iwan siya nang walang paalam. Mahal na mahal ko si Gael at hindi naging madali para sa’kin na gawin iyon pero kailangan. I gulped, my heart was racing so fast. He pinned me on the wall sabay sarado niya ng pinto. Lalong nagwala ang puso ko sa kanyang ginawa. Ramdam ko ang panginginig ng mga binti ko. He’s trying to catch his breath. Alam kong pinipigilan niya lang ang kanyang sarili na saktan ako o sigawan ako. Nakatingin lang ako sa dibdib niya. Wala akong lakas ng loob na mag-angat ng mukha dahil hindi ko yata kakayanin na makipagtitigan sa kanya. I would met by his deadly eyes. “Michaela,” tawag niya sa pangalan ko. “Minahal mo ba talaga ako? Or you were just after my family’s wealth?” Napakunot ako ng noo’t labag man sa kalooban ko’y inangat ko ang mukha ko para makita siya. “What the hell?!” singhal ko. “What made you think na pera niyo ang