เข้าสู่ระบบSerena’s povI stood near the center of the room, my body stiffening as the heavy double doors swung open. I expected to see Damien, but it was his mother who walked into the suite.Margaret wore a gray Chanel suit, and her diamond rings caught the morning light. Liliana followed close behind her, carrying a small leather designer suitcase and keeping her eyes lowered in a perfect display of modesty."Pack your pride away, Serena," Margaret said, her voice cutting through the quiet room like ice. She didn't bother to step completely inside, choosing to stand by the threshold as if the very air around me was soiled. "We are making some changes around here for the sake of my grandchild."I forced my legs to move, walking toward them until I stood at the edge of the bed. My stomach let out a dull, painful twitch, but I kept my posture straight. "What is she doing here, Margaret? Damien locked me in this room. He didn't say anything about guests.""Liliana is not a guest. She is a necess
Damien’s povI sat at my desk in the home study, but my eyes weren't on the merger documents spread out before me. My mind kept shifting back to the image of Serena standing outside that clinic, looking thin and fragile, yet entirely defiant when she spoke to me on the phone. The billionaire empire I built was supposed to give me absolute control, but inside the walls of this mansion, everything felt like it was slipping through my fingers.A soft knock rattled the heavy oak door. Liliana stepped inside, holding a thick manila envelope against her chest. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of fear and hesitation that instantly made my chest tighten."Damien, I am so sorry to disturb you," she whispered, her voice trembling as she approached the desk. "But the private investigator I hired to protect the estate... he just sent these over. I didn't want to believe it, but you need to see what your wife is doing behind your back."She opened the envelope and slid a stack of glossy,
Serena’s povThe walk down the grand staircase felt longer than usual. My knees shook with every step, and I had to grip the polished mahogany banister tightly to keep my balance. I had not eaten a proper meal in two days. The household staff completely changed their attitude toward me after Damien’s public outburst in the drawing room. They took their cues from Margaret and Liliana. This morning, the cook left a plate of cold, unseasoned oats on the kitchen counter for me, and when I asked for fresh juice, the housemaids simply turned their backs and walked into the pantry.I did not have the strength to fight them. I had a crucial antenatal appointment at the clinic, and I had to navigate it entirely on my own.Because Damien still had my phone and my credit cards were deactivated, I had to ask the estate security guard to call the company driver. The driver looked uncomfortable when I got into the back seat of the black luxury sedan. He did not say a word during the entire forty-
Serena’s povThe coldness in the house became unbearable after Damien's public humiliation in the drawing room. My stomach twisted into sharp, painful knots every time I tried to sit up, and the persistent cramping made it difficult to walk across the bedroom. I knew the extreme stress was becoming dangerous for the pregnancy. I needed a safe place to rest, far away from Liliana’s smirks and Margaret's cold glares.I sat on the edge of the mattress and looked around the empty room. Damien still had my phone, but I managed to find an old, dusty tablet in the back of the closet that still connected to the mansion's guest Wi-Fi network. With shaking fingers, I logged into my digital messaging account and dialed my mother's number.The line rang four times before she finally picked up."Serena?" my mother's voice sounded sharp and busy over the speaker. "Why are you calling from this account? I thought you were at the spa with Margaret today.""Mom, I need to come home," I said, my voic
Serena’s povMy throat burned from the dry heaving, and my stomach felt entirely empty. I needed to eat something for the sake of the baby, even if it meant risking an encounter with the rest of the household. I smoothed down my simple cotton dress, took a deep breath, and walked down the grand mahogany staircase toward the kitchen.I did not expect to see Liliana in the morning room.She sat on the white leather sofa, holding a porcelain teacup and watching the large flat-screen television mounted on the wall. She looked completely at home, wearing a cream silk robe and the sight of her sitting there made my blood run cold.I let out a sharp snort, breaking the silence of the room. "So you finally made your way here. It didn’t take you very long, did it?"She set her teacup down on the glass coffee table with a soft click. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. "You need to watch your mouth, Serena.""Why should I?" I snapped, stepping into the room and folding my arms across my ches
Serena’s povI spent the entire day confined within the four walls of the suite, watching the shadows lengthen across the plush carpeting. My stomach kept turning, a persistent, sour nausea that made the smell of the room's lavender diffusers entirely unbearable. I didn't call the kitchen for food. I didn't want to risk running into anyone downstairs.Shortly after eight in the evening, the grand double doors of the bedroom burst open.Damien stepped inside. He didn't look like the panicked, stammering man I had left in the guest room last night. The weakness was entirely gone, replaced by a cold, aggressive rigidity that hardened his features. He didn't remove his suit jacket. He simply marched over to the edge of the bed where I sat, towering over me with an expression of pure disgust."Are you finished with the dramatics, Serena?" I looked up, my hand instinctively resting over my stomach. "Excuse me?"He let out a short, mocking laugh. He reached into his pocket and threw his p
Damien’s povThe silence in the house was heavy, but it was nothing compared to the wall Serena built around herself the moment the sun came up. I tried to talk to her before leaving for the office. I knocked on the door of the master bedroom, where she had locked herself in after dropping that bo
Damian’s POVI paced across my office, then I turned around and paced again.My temper had been building for the last thirty minutes. My mother’s phone call had ruined what was already a difficult day.The floor-to-ceiling windows behind my desk overlooked the city. Hundreds of millions of dollars
Serena’s POVMy stomach tightened immediately and I followed his gaze toward the road ahead.A black luxury sedan sat across the road, the vehicle blocked our path completely.My heart started beating faster.The city road had been busy a few moments ago. Now, it felt strangely empty.A man stepped
Serena’s POVThe smell of food woke me up, I got up and rubbed my eyes to remove the sleepy feeling from it. I noticed the other side of the bed was empty and my chest tightened.The first thing I thought of was that Damian had gone straight back to that woman’s arms. He put me to sleep and ran to







