MasukSerena's POVThe house was silent after Uncle Charles left, as if the walls themselves were listening.Even though his steps were gone, his presence was still there, like a faint smell that wouldn't go away. I put my fingers on the cold glass of the tall window that looked out over the garden and watched the lights flicker across the hedges. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a pale, confused woman. I barely recognized her.Behind me, the door closed with a soft but final sound.Adrian turned the lock, not loud enough to be heard, but hard enough to let us know we were done playing. Nathan was already moving toward the table and pulling out his laptop with the focused attention that you only get when you know you are in danger. Leo stood by the doorway for a long time, his shoulders tense and his eyes sharp, as if he expected Charles to walk back in at any moment.“Everyone sit,” Adrian said, his voice cool but firm. I turned from the window and sat slowly, my movements careful,
Serena's POVAs Charles took another step into the room, his smile stayed put. The sound of his shoes on the marble floor was quiet.The chandelier's soft light hit the silver on his temples and made him look calm, almost gentle. As he looked from face to face, measure and weighing, my skin pricked up. He looked like a man who knew how this was going to end.Adrian did not hold out. With a sharp sound that cut through the air, he stepped forward and put the folder on the table. His voice was calm but harsh as he said, "Enough. Drop the act Charles." He put his hand on the file like a judge would hold a gavel.Charles blinked once, slow and deliberate. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing,” he replied, his tone smooth but hurt. He looked at the folder for a moment and then back at Adrian. “But this seems serious.”Nathan opened the folder again. He flipped to a page and turned it toward Charles, the paper trembling just slightly between his fingers. “Your funding trails are all ov
Serena's POVWhen I took the folder out of the vault, it felt heavier than it looked.Its edges were sharp, the paper inside packed tight, like every page carried weight beyond ink. I stood there for a moment with my skin against the cold air of the open vault. Then I slowly closed it. The click sounded loud and clear in the empty room.I left the study without rushing.The maid looked up as I walked by, and I politely nodded. My face was calm and hard to read. The sun was too bright and almost harsh outside. I drove away without taking another look at the house after getting in my car.The drive home was blurry. The streetlights passed my windows, and the city went on as if nothing had changed. My fingers stayed wrapped around the steering wheel, knuckles white, my thoughts circling the same question again and again. What had my mother been part of, and why did Charles still guard it?As soon as I got to the mansion, I went right to the living room.My brothers were already there,
Serena's POVThe house was quiet when Leo finished speaking. When Leo was done talking, the house was quiet, but it didn't feel empty.It felt sharp, like glass pressed against my skin. I stood there, breathing slow, my heart was beating too fast for my thoughts to keep up. Charles was no longer just a strange uncle with a cold smile, he had become a shadow in my life that I didn't even know about.That night, I couldn't fall asleep.I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling while thinking about what Leo said over and over. All of a sudden, every memory from my childhood felt unstable, like a floor that could give way if I stepped on it too hard. By morning, I had already made up my mind.I did not tell my brothers where I was going.Not because I did not trust them, but because I needed to see this with my own eyes first. If Charles had secrets, they would be hidden inside his walls, not in theories or old photos. I wore simple clothes, pulled my hair back, and left the house before I c
Serena's POV The drive back home from Uncle Charles’ house was quiet, but it was not peaceful.The city lights moved across the car windows like streaks of cold fire, yet none of us seemed to notice them. I sat at the back seat, the folded note pressed into my palm, my fingers curled tight around it as if it might disappear if I let go. Every few seconds, my chest rose too fast, then stopped as if my body had forgotten how to breathe.Adrian drove without interruption, his eyes fixed on the road.Nathan sat beside him at the front seat, his back straight and his jaw tight. Leo on the other hand stared out of the window, his reflection dull in the glass, his brows drawn together in a way that told me his thoughts were far from calm. The silence was thick, not empty, filled with things none of us were ready to say yet.When the Valehart mansion gates opened, I felt no relief. Tonight, the familiar path didn't make me feel better; it made me feel even more uneasy.The house stood tall a
Serena's POVThe silence after Uncle Charles spoke felt heavier than it should have.Sunlight still poured through the tall windows of the board meeting room, pouring on the polished floor and the long desk between us. He stood there with his back straight and his hands folded behind his back, as if the room had always been his. I looked at his face very closely. His smile was steady, and his eyes were hard to read.“I’m back for good now,” Charles said gently.His voice was friendly in a way that made words sound nice even when they weren't. “I’ve spent enough time away, Serena, and I think it’s time for me to stay. Family should be close, especially after everything you’ve been through.”Without doubt, I smiled back at him. “That’s thoughtful of you,” I said calmly. “It’s good to know you’re back safe and sound.” My hands rested lightly on the edge of the desk, my fingers relaxed, my posture open but firm. “But the company is stable now, and I have everything under control.”For a







