THE DRAVEN WIFE

Chapter twoSerena's pov“Gracious nanny Lucinda, is she still asleep? “ “Fuck Daniel.. Do you like that..”“Faster, uhh…”I cut the call the moment I got close to Celine's room. The door was slightly opened, but good enough to see the rubbish she was doing.Instantly, I badged into the room. “ Celine!!”“Serena” she tried covering her body properly, but it was of no use. I snatched the phone from her, and the bastard was still on the call; masturbating.“Don't you ever call or contact her ever again, or I promise you.. oh I promise you I will find you and murder you” then I cut the call, tucking the phone in my back pocket.“ What the hell Serena? Who gave you the permission to come into my room like that and seize my phone”“ Really Celine? You have got to be kidding me.. you are just sixteen for goodness sakes, what do you think your father will say when he finds out uhn.. my god you are too young for all this crap”“He won't care and you are not my mother to be giving me advice

Chapter fourSerena's POVThe door suddenly swung open.I barely had enough time to realize what was happening before the woman standing inside froze. Her eyes widened as they landed on Lucien and me, taking in the closeness between us, his body trapping mine against the wall and my hands still pressed against his chest. For one long second nobody moved. The room fell into a suffocating silence that seemed to stretch forever before embarrassment flooded her face. She quickly adjusted her dress, lowered her gaze and hurried past us as though she couldn't escape fast enough.The second she disappeared, another figure stepped into view. It was Cassian; my excuse for a soon to be husband.Every muscle in my body tightened, as his gaze immediately landed on Lucien's hand still wrapped around my wrist, then on me, then back on Lucien.The atmosphere shifted instantly. It wasn't anger, it was something colder.Something far more dangerous."What exactly is going on here?" Cassian asked, h

Chapter six Serena’s POVThe moment Paulo’s attention lingered on me a second too long, I already knew exactly what kind of trouble I was dealing with, the kind that smiled politely while mentally undressing you in public and still had the audacity to call it family bonding, so I tilted my head slightly and gave him the sweetest warning I could manage. “Be careful, Paulo,” I said softly, almost amused as I let my champagne swirl lazily in my hand, “because if you keep looking at me like that I might just mention it to your father, and I’m sure Cassian would love to hear what his son has been fantasizing about.” His grin faltered for half a second, just long enough for me to know I had struck a nerve, but before I could enjoy it properly he stepped closer anyway, too close, like he was testing whether I would flinch.Paulo’s hand started to lift as though he had every right to place it around my waist, as though I was just another object in this mansion he could casually claim atten

Chapter eightSerena's pov I had barely gotten out of the bathroom when Cassian walked into the room. The scent of his cologne arrived before he did, making my stomach tighten immediately. I ignored him and headed straight for the closet, pretending he wasn't there, pretending the image of him with another woman wasn't still playing repeatedly inside my head. Unfortunately, Cassian had never been a man who understood boundaries. The moment I reached for my nightdress, I felt him behind me, his hands settling on my waist as his lips brushed the side of my neck."I'm not in the mood for this, Cassian," I said firmly, pulling away before he could continue. My voice was calm, but every nerve in my body felt stretched thin, and the last thing I wanted was his hands on me after what I had seen.His expression darkened slightly as he watched me move away. "Why? We're engaged, Serena. How long are you going to keep starving me?"A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. If only he knew.

Chapter tenLucien's pov She was a fucking mess, and somehow that only made her more dangerous. Standing there with flour dusting her cheeks and irritation practically dripping from every word that left her mouth, Serena looked nothing like the polished woman my father paraded around in public, yet I couldn't stop looking at herWe were standing far too close for my own good, close enough to see the tiny crease between her brows whenever she got annoyed, close enough to notice the way her lips parted whenever she was about to argue, and close enough to kiss her if either one of us made a stupid decision."Babe!"Fuck.The voice cut through the tension like a knife. Serena reacted before I did, her head snapping toward the doorway while surprise flashed across her face before she quickly buried it. I followed her gaze and immediately felt a headache forming. Chantel, of course it had to be Chantel. The woman stormed into the kitchen like she owned the place, her heels clicking furiou