“Jake do you love me or Serena “the woman asked her voice teasing .
Jake laughed ,”you’re no way compared to Serena . You’re way above her league. She is just a stupid ,clingy ,cheap girl . You’re way above her in looks ,knowledge and ofcourse in SEX he said kissing her.The whole engagement thing is just a big lie to string her along nothing more “.
Today is Serena Williams fiance Jake Blackwood’s birthday and Serena has prepared a wonderful gift for him .
She didn’t want to call him as she wanted it to be a beautiful surprise. She has imagined the surprise look on his face when he sees her.
Serena anxiously approaches Jake’s room .
As she reached the door to the room and was about to knock she heard soft moans from the inside. Through the small hole on the door she saw Jake sitting on the bed holding another woman in his arms passionately.
Serena froze at what she heard . The man she has dedicated 6years of her life just betrayed her in the most horrific way imaginable.
“When are you breaking up with her? “the woman asked caressing Jake’s body .
Jake responded casually “soon ,very soon but for the now ,I’m not done with her yet . She’s still very useful to me ,once she has served her purpose I will dump outrightly “.
In a rage Serena grip crushed the gift she bought . She kicked the door wide open with a loud bang. Marrying me because I’m just useful?
Startled by her sudden appearance , they jumped out of the bed .Jake face turned paled in panic as he asked “Serena what … what are you doing here?
Oh I shouldn’t have come right? “I know I know that I cannot measure up to Stacy “.
Jake stuttered. “You got it all wrong Serena . She was just helping me out that’s all..helping me figure out how to make you happy”.
Helping me ? Serena spat in disgust “with your tongue ? Oh you’re trying to learn some kissing techniques to make me happy ? Bullshit “.
She threw the gift on his face “ since you love her so much why don’t you go ahead and marry her then ? It’s over”.
With that Serena stormed out of the room . Wait! Jake ran after her “ Serena you can’t do this “.
Sure I love Stacy more ,but I still want Serena to myself ,I love the fact I could control her. This engagement must hold ,he thought to himself.
Stacy followed as well ,satisfaction clearly on her face .
She planned it perfectly,Serena walking on them and canceling the engagement.
“Please, Serena," Stacy whimpered, clutching her arm as if she were in unbearable pain. "I seduced him first, it was my fault. Please, forgive us! I have always loved Jake. I couldn't help myself." Serena's hands trembled with rage, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it echo in her ears. Stacy, her supposed best friend, stood before her, fake tears streaming down her face, pretending to be remorseful. And Jake her fiancé, the man she had dedicated six years of her life to had the audacity to stand behind Stacy as if he were the victim in all of this. Serena's stomach churned in disgust. Stacy was playing the helpless victim, just as she had planned all along. Serena could see it now every little manipulation, every fake moment of friendship. It was all a calculated move to get Jake. Serena clenched her fists. "You have always loved Jake?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, but laced with fury. "And that gave you the right to betray me? To destroy everything we had? I trusted you, Stacy! You were supposed to be my best friend!" Stacy sniffled, lowering her head like a child caught in the act. "I know, I know. But it was never supposed to happen this way” "Don’t you dare lie to me!" Serena shouted, stepping forward. "I saw the way you looked at him. I ignored it because I thought I knew you. But you went this far… just for a man?" Her voice cracked, emotion rising in her throat. Stacy reached for her hand, but Serena yanked it away. "Let go of me!" she said, her voice trembling with rage. But Stacy had other plans. She suddenly stumbled backward with a sharp cry, her feet tangling as if Serena had shoved her. The next thing Serena knew, Stacy hit the floor with a loud thud, clutching her arm and screaming in pain. Jake reacted instantly. His expression twisted with fury as he stormed toward Serena. Before she could even process what was happening, the sharp sting of a slap sent her staggering."How dare you hurt her, Serena?!" Jake’s voice was venomous. His eyes burned with disgust.
Serena’s face stung, but the pain of his words cut deeper than the slap. She held her cheek, looking up at him in disbelief. "Jake… I didn’t..”
"You know what, Serena? I’m done! This whole nonsense is over. I should have broken up with you a long time ago," Jake spat, turning away from her as if she were beneath his notice.
Serena’s breath caught in her throat. She was surprised to see The man that was supposedly begging her turned on her .Just like that? After everything?
Jake dropped to his knees beside Stacy, stroking her hair as she sobbed dramatically. "She hates me, Jake," Stacy wailed, gripping her arm as if it were shattered beyond repair. "I was only begging her to forgive me, and she pushed me! She's so vile!" Jake’s jaw tightened as he wrapped his arms around her. "Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you."Serena felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces. She had spent years loving Jake, supporting him, trusting Stacy, believing in their friendship and this was how they repaid her?
Swallowing hard, she took a step forward, wanting needing to see Stacy’s so called broken arm for herself. But before she could get close, Jake shoved her back with such force that she lost her balance.
Serena gasped as she stumbled, her head colliding with the edge of a table before she collapsed onto the floor. Pain exploded through her skull, and her vision darkened at the edges."Stay the hell away from us!" Jake barked, his voice cold and final.
Serena tried to lift herself up, but the room spun around her. Blood dripped down her forehead, mixing with the salty tears that streamed down her face.
And as if that wasn’t enough, Jake grabbed her by the arm, dragged her to the front door, and with one final shove, threw her outside.
Serena landed hard on the pavement, her body aching from the impact. She barely had the strength to move, but she forced herself to look up. The door slammed shut behind her, locking her out of the house that had once been her home.
She was alone.
Completely, utterly alone.
For a moment, Serena lay there, the cold night air biting at her skin, her heart breaking in ways she never thought possible.
Jake thought he had broken her. Stacy thought she had won.
But they had no idea who they had just betrayed.
Gritting her teeth, Serena wiped the blood from her face and pushed herself up. “ I will make you kiss my feet Jake Blackwood “…
The knock on her door came just after sunset.Serena didn’t move at first. She stood in the kitchen, staring down at the cup of tea she’d barely touched. The quiet hum of the kettle, the soft ticking of the wall clock—everything felt suspended, as though time itself were waiting to see what she would do.Another knock. Firmer. Hesitant.Her heart stuttered. She already knew it was him.Serena crossed the living room slowly, silently. When she opened the door, Ben was standing there, dressed in the same black button-down shirt from the night before, sleeves rolled, collar undone, eyes rimmed with sleeplessness. He looked… different. Not polished. Not proud. Just wrecked.She didn’t say a word.“I’m not here to fight,” he said first, voice low. “Or to… to make excuses.”Her brows lifted slightly. “Then why are you here?”Ben swallowed hard, the weight of the moment sinking into his shoulders. “Because I can’t remember the last time I looked at you and didn’t want to hold you. Because I
“And so what Ben “?Ben froze.The weight of her words slammed into him with the force of a wrecking ball. “So what will you do, Ben, huh?” she had said, her voice no longer trembling, no longer pleading. “Will you hit me? Or what—what will you do that you haven’t already done?”Her hand slipped free from his grip, and he didn’t stop her this time. He just stood there, hand half-raised, watching as she walked away from him—straight-backed, head high, like a woman finally done with fear.“I owe you no devotion or love, Mr. Ben,” she had continued, her tone flat and resolute. “We’re bound by a contract. I did my part, and you will play yours. So let’s mind each other’s space.”Ben’s jaw tensed. The words were so cold, so final. But what cut deepest was the last thing she said, tossed over her shoulder like a knife meant to leave a scar.“Besides—it’s a loveless marriage. So what’s your business if another guy likes me, huh?”The door clicked softly behind her.Ben remained still in the
Ben didn’t say another word as he led the woman into the bedroom. The heels of her stilettos clicked against the hardwood floor like a countdown. The door was wide open, and Serena remained frozen at the top of the staircase, eyes locked on Ben’s back as he flicked on the bedroom light with theatrical ease.She didn’t move, but her heart was thundering.“Come along, sweetheart,” Ben called without looking back. “You don’t want to miss the performance, do you?”She didn’t answer.He returned a second later, took her gently by the wrist—not lovingly, but with the command of a man who always got his way—and led her into the room. She was too stunned to resist. She stumbled after him.Once inside, he shut the door behind them and turned the lock with a deliberate click.Serena flinched.He turned to her and smiled. Cold. Triumphant.“Not so fast, lady,” he said, his voice low, dangerous. “The show is just starting.”He pulled out the vanity chair, one of her favorites, and set it down in
Ben drove like a man possessed. The city lights blurred past the windshield, rain streaking the glass in silver veins as his fingers gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. His jaw clenched, his chest heaving with the simmering rage he hadn't fully exhaled.He could still hear Serena’s voice in his head—“You’re no savior, Ben. You’re a prison I mistook for a sanctuary.”The way she had looked at him—with pity, with defiance—had clawed at something deep inside him. Not guilt. No, Ben wasn’t wired for that. It was something else.Insulted pride.She wanted to challenge him? Humiliate him in his own home? Claim her strength now? Fine.She was going to learn. Painfully.He wasn’t some nobody she could toss aside like a used napkin. He was Ben Fletcher. The man women whispered about, the one they slid their numbers to at parties even with their boyfriends by their side. He didn’t beg. He didn’t chase. Women came to him. And tonight, he was going to remind the world—and
Serena’s heart thudded against her ribs as Ben’s cruel words sank in like daggers.“You’re nothing but a cheap woman.”She blinked at him in disbelief, the bouquet of daisies now limp in her hand, crushed slightly from how hard she was gripping them. Never blatant disrespect. Never this venom.Her voice was quiet at first, but there was a steel beneath it.“Oh, I’m a cheap woman?” she repeated slowly, her chin rising. “Then tell me, Ben what are you doing with a cheap woman? Why did you marry me? Why are you keeping me here?”He scoffed, the sound ugly and bitter. “Don’t get your hopes high, Serena. You’re nothing without me.”He moved so quickly she didn’t even see it coming. One hand caught her by the arm, the other gripped her waist, and he shoved her hard against the hallway wall, her back slamming into the cold surface with a dull thud.Serena gasped, stunned not just by the impact, but by the look in his eyes. Not anger. Not even betrayal.Possession.“Have you forgotten how you
The morning had started with Serena feeling strangely restless. Ben had been out of the house since early dawn, leaving only a note that he had a board meeting and would be unavailable most of the day. Normally, Serena would have buried herself in emails, schedules, or calls—but today, she needed air. Real air. No staff. No bodyguards. No luxurious walls closing in on her.She slipped into a comfortable yet sleek tan dress, tied her hair up in a low bun, grabbed her sunglasses, and walked confidently out the front door. When the driver offered to take her, she declined. And when her assigned bodyguard began to follow her out of habit, she stopped him with a polite but firm shake of her head.“I’ll just be a few hours. I need… space,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “Personal errands.”The truth was, she was craving anonymity—craving normalcy. Just a simple trip to buy groceries and maybe a pastry or two from the little bakery she'd once visited during less complicated days. Sh
Ben's hand tightened around the phone as he read the message again, the warmth from Serena’s texts evaporating in an instant. His jaw clenched, the calm and softness he’d felt just moments ago buried beneath a flood of dread and anger.The voice message had come from a private line. One that no one outside the circle knew existed. The voice—low, sharp, heavily accented—was unmistakable. The Elder. Or worse, one of his lieutenants, speaking on his behalf.Ben swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay composed as he replayed the message in his mind."When will you start with our plans? You’re married to her, so what’s holding you, huh? I... I am sorry for the delay but everything is under control. You better set the plan rolling. THE ELDER won’t tolerate anything and would gladly remove everything that stands in his way."He stood, pacing the length of his office, fists clenching and unclenching as he wrestled with the sudden collision of two worlds—one that had brought him unexpected war
Serena woke with a jolt, her eyes snapping open, heart pounding wildly in her chest.For a moment, she wasn’t entirely sure where she was—the softness of the bed beneath her, the lingering warmth of another presence, the faint scent of cedarwood and something darker, masculine, still hanging in the air. Then it hit her.Ben’s room.She bolted upright, eyes wide as she took in her surroundings. The tall windows framed by cream-colored curtains, the sleek modern art on the walls, the impossibly clean desk in the corner—every detail was so unmistakably him. Her breath caught.She’d spent the night in Ben Blackwood’s bed.And not in the way anyone would assume. No passion, no champagne-fueled haze, no whispered midnight confessions. Just… care. Intimacy of a different kind. A kind she had never dared to offer or receive before. Her eyes dropped to the bed—his side empty, the sheets slightly rumpled. Still warm.Panic skittered across her chest like cold fingers.God, what if someone saw?
The sound of the rain had faded into a soft drizzle by the time the housekeeper knocked again, her voice laced with real worry this time.“Madam,” she said, wringing her hands, “please come. Mr. Ben… it’s not just stress. He’s burning up. I’m scared.”Serena had been curled up in the sunroom with her laptop, trying to refocus her thoughts after Jake’s chaotic storm of messages. She had dismissed the housekeeper earlier, brushing it off with a wave of her manicured hand.“Ben? Sick? That man doesn’t do sick,” she had said with a faint scoff. “He probably just needs a break from the stock market and his army of assistants.”But now, something in the housekeeper’s voice struck her.She stood abruptly. “Where is he?”“In his room. He hasn’t moved all day.”Serena didn’t hesitate this time. She made her way down the hallway—her heels clicking against the polished wood floors—toward the room she had never stepped into, despite being married to him. The door was slightly ajar. She pushed it