“ And where are you coming from young lady ,her stepmother - Sandra stopped her . “Don’t you dare take another step!on your knees ,now “.
Serena froze staring at Sandra . She couldn’t understand why she’s ready to punish her . “Making a scene at Jake’s place huh?trying to kill someone right ? You even want to break the engagement ? How dare you ! Then she pulled out a long whip ,her face hard with anger , and brought down on Serena’s back multiple times . Pain shot through Serena but she bit back a scream. “He cheated on me “, she yelled back through gritted teeth. “ All men have mistresses , the marriage stands! Serena if you call of this wedding I will have no choice but to stop the health treatment of your grand parents. Am not some philanthropist that waste money.” At the mention of this ,Serena broke down . Her grandparents is all she had left in the whole world. When she didn’t respond,Sandra thought that she has carved in . “ tomorrow you will crawl back and beg Jake as if your life depends on it and take back what you said about ending the engagement “. Her back ached coupled with her head injury reminding her she was trapped . Her grandparents needed treatment and she couldn’t afford to fall out with Sandra at least not yet . “Fine I will apologize “she said grudgingly. “Good girl. If you want to get a man you must know how to get him in “Sandra said as she went to her fully convinced that Serena will do as told . I can’t remain like this ,powerless and at the mercy of people.if I’m going to go after someone it must be someone higher,way higher than Jake she thought . Just then a certain man came to mind and she made her decision. Ignoring the pain in her body,she hailed a cab to Benjamin Blackwood’s place. Benjamin Blackwood is the richest man in the city . He is not just Jake’s uncle,but the head of the Blackwood Group ,a top bachelor on every woman’s list .one thing she knows is that Ben and jake hates each other so much and if there’s any one that would help her exert her revenge and free her from this engagement with him . Just then a limited -edition car stopped in front of her .Ben stepped out and Serena face lit up . This is her chance . “ mr Blackwood good evening”she said with a seductive voice. Her gaze lingered on his crisp suit ,towering frame ,broad shoulders and lean waist . He exuded a magnetic aura ,one that can make any woman weak on her knees. Evening what do you want ,Ben said as she stepped into the elevator. Seeing he didn’t shout at her , Serena slipped into the elevator with him. When the elevator door opened he strode into the massive living room as if he owns the world. She hurriedly keeps up and daring the consequences she wrapped her hands round his waist. “ I think I left something here and I’m here to take it back “she said . Ben stiffened “ you drunk ? you think I’m your fiancé? “ “I’m not confused at all ,I came for you “ She locked her hands round his waist inhaling his scent ,cedar and whiskey Her face heated up as she whispered “ I left my heart here with you “sliding an arm round her waist he lifted her up . Brushing a strand of hair away from her ear he leaned in close ,his dip voice dripping with playful menace . “ oh my , why don’t you show me what you got huh and maybe just maybe I will give you whatever you want “Serena’s breath hitched as Ben’s voice sent a shiver down her spine. His deep, commanding tone held both amusement and challenge, daring her to continue what she had started. He was nothing like Jake there was no empty charm or deceit in his eyes. Instead, they gleamed with dangerous curiosity, as if he were debating whether she was worth his time or just another fleeting distraction.
She swallowed hard, her pulse racing as he held her in his arms, his grip firm yet teasing. Her fingers tightened around the fabric of his expensive suit, feeling the solid strength beneath. “I always get what I want,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly, her lips just inches from his.Ben chuckled, his breath warm against her skin. “Is that so?” He took a step forward, pressing her against the cool glass of his penthouse window. The city lights sparkled behind him, creating a breathtaking contrast to the dark intensity in his gaze.
Serena felt her resolve harden. This wasn’t just about seduction it was about revenge. About taking back her power. If Jake had shattered her heart, she would make sure he regretted it in the worst way possible. And what better way to do it than with the one man he despised the most?
She lifted a hand, tracing the sharp line of Ben’s jaw. “Jake doesn’t deserve the Blackwood name,” she whispered, her voice laced with bitterness. “But you? You’re the real heir. The real power.” Ben’s smirk deepened. “Flattery will get you nowhere, darling. But keep talking I’m curious to see where this is going.” Serena leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Help me ruin him. Help me destroy everything he cares about.”Ben pulled back slightly, studying her with amused intrigue. “You really hate him that much?”
Her chest tightened. “He ruined me. Now, I want to return the favor.”
Silence stretched between them. Then, suddenly, Ben tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze.“You’re playing a dangerous game, Serena,” he murmured. “But lucky for you… I love danger.”
Before she could react, he closed the distance, capturing her lips in a slow, searing kiss. It was nothing like Jake’s touch Ben was in complete control, every movement deliberate, calculated. He tasted of whiskey and power, of promises wrapped in sin.
He kissed like a starving wolf ,cruel and teasing ,savoring her surrender before the kill . He was dangerous,but she couldn’t resist . She held on to him tightly, her legs brushing against his side ,a breathing moan escaped her lips . His hands trails up her body ,pushing under her shirt to cup her soft round breast . His teasing touch made shudder as she let out a trembling plea “ is this good enough Mr Blackwood?” “Got to say you’re pretty good”he smirked. No I’m not ,with you it’s just an instinct “break up my engagement with your nephew and I will do anything “ He froze his hands stilled and the once fiery moment between them ended .he yanked back from her . “Will you help me ?”The weeks passed slowly, but Elijah didn’t mind.Every morning, he was there at Serena’s door before the sun had fully risen, ready to drive her to her prenatal appointments or walk her through the quiet gardens near his estate so she could get some fresh air. The pregnancy had been both a blessing and a challenge—Serena’s body was adjusting, and though she tried to hide it, Elijah could see the toll it took on her.He made it his mission to ease every burden.On clinic days, Elijah was the one holding her hand as the nurse guided her through ultrasounds. He would sit quietly beside her, watching her face light up when the faint, rhythmic sound of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room.Sometimes, she cried.Elijah never said a word, never tried to make it about himself. He would simply hand her a tissue, his hand lingering softly on hers, a silent anchor.At home, he made sure the house was stocked with everything she craved or needed—fresh fruits, her favorite herbal teas, even the od
Serena stood by the window, the mid-morning sun casting a soft golden hue across her face. Her hands trembled slightly as she buttoned the cuff of her blouse. Her heart was steady, but it hurt. Not the sharp pain of betrayal anymore this was different. This was the ache of letting go of someone she had once built her entire world around.“Elijah,” she called softly, her voice barely carrying.He appeared by the door almost instantly, his shirt tucked, his jacket already on, looking every bit the solid rock he’d been for her these past few weeks.“Get dressed already,” he said with a half-smile. “The meeting with Ben’s lawyer is getting close.”Serena turned from the window, eyes searching his. “Do you… do you think I’m making the right decision?”Elijah took a breath and walked to her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. “Yes, you are. Or… do you want to still be married to him after everything?”She paused, her lips parting slightly, but her answer came quickly. “No.”“Then be
The room was still cloaked in a heavy silence, the scent of old whiskey and worn leather lingering like ghosts of a past life. Ben sat alone in the library, hunched over, the glass in his hand warming from the heat of his skin. Outside the window, dusk had begun its slow descent, casting long shadows that crept across the bookshelves, pooling at his feet like sorrow made manifest.His phone buzzed on the desk—once, then twice—vibrating against the mahogany with a soft urgency.He ignored it at first.The third buzz forced his hand.He picked it up, squinted at the screen.It was Charles—his attorney, friend, and reluctant keeper during this spiral of self-destruction. With a sigh that felt like it scraped from his soul, Ben answered.“Yeah.”“Ben.” Charles’ voice was low, careful, the way someone spoke before delivering bad news—as if the words themselves might shatter whatever fragile thing was left standing. “I just got off the phone with Serena’s legal team.”Ben didn’t speak. He d
The grand house that once echoed with laughter, warm aromas from the kitchen, and the quiet intimacy of shared lives had become a museum of sorrow. Dust didn’t dare settle on the expensive furniture, thanks to the relentless hands of the overworked staff, but joy had long since fled the halls.Ben had become a ghost within its walls.Where once he would come home to Serena’s laughter filling the foyer, her arms wrapping around him with quiet affection, now he came home to silence or worse, to Audrey.It was the third time this week he came back later than he should have. The excuse was always the same: work. Meetings. Client dinners. The truth was simpler he couldn’t bear to come home. Not anymore.The house loomed in front of him now like a haunted monument. Lights blazed in almost every window Audrey liked it that way, claiming the darkness was "bad for the baby." Ben scoffed under his breath. The baby.The child she insisted was his.The one he never asked for.The one he wasn’t ev
The small guest bedroom Serena had taken up in Elijah sister's house was quiet, bathed in soft golden hues of the late morning sun filtering through linen curtains. Outside, birds chirped softly, but inside, Serena sat frozen on the edge of the bed, her hands resting gently over her growing belly, eyes distant haunted.It had been a week since she walked out of Ben’s house.A week since her world came crumbling down with the weight of that video.A week since Stacy’s voice, smug and venom-laced, echoed in her head”Your darling husband has been screwing me behind your back.”Despite the gentle support of her sister, and the quiet but unwavering presence of Elijah, Serena had barely spoken more than a few words at a time. Her world had split in half and she was left trying to hold onto something solid while carrying the one thing that still tethered her to hope: her unborn child.She sat by the window now, staring at the backyard where Elijah had just been watering the small patch of fl
Ben slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the empty house like a final verdict. His footsteps dragged across the polished hardwood floors as he moved into the living room and sank to the floor, not bothering with the couch. The silence in the house was suffocating, broken only by the faint ticking of the antique clock Serena had once insisted on buyingthe one he used to find irritating, but now clung to like a heartbeat in the dark.He reached for the bottle of scotch left on the table from the night before. The glass was already there dusty, half-full. He didn’t bother pouring it. He drank straight from the bottle this time.Each sip burned.But it wasn’t enough to drown the ache pulsing through his chest.She had looked right at him and said she wanted a divorce. She had said no. No to fixing it. No to hope. No to him.Ben’s fingers trembled as he took another swig.He didn’t even hear the front door open.“Ben?”The voice came softly at first, but it was like nail