SERENAAs I walked into my studio that morning, I couldn't help but notice the stunning bouquet on my desk. The vibrant colors and sweet fragrance filled the room, instantly brightening my day. A small envelope with my name delicately written on it was nestled among the flowers. My heart raced with anticipation as I carefully opened it. Inside, I found a note, handwritten with care. It read, "Get ready for a magical evening, my dear Serena. Dinner at 7 pm, and the driver will pick you up. With love, Damian." A rush of excitement coursed through me. Damian had planned a surprise dinner for us, and the thought of spending an evening together, just the two of us, filled me with joy. I glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing that I had an entire day of work ahead of me before our date.The hours seemed to drag on as I worked on my art, my mind wandering to the evening ahead. I couldn't help but daydream about where Damian might be taking me, what kind of restaurant or place he had in

There he stood, Owen, his eyes dark and filled with a menacing glint that sent a shiver down my spine. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. But Owen, ever the master of manipulation, simply smirked in response. "I just wanted to see you, baby," he said smoothly, as if his mere presence in my home was some kind of privilege. I could feel the rage bubbling up inside me, threatening to spill over like a pot boiling over on the stove. Without a second thought, I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him outside, my heart pounding in my chest with every step. I needed him gone, out of my life for good. But as I pushed him towards the door, Owen's demeanor shifted, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous intensity. "You better watch yourself, Serena," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "If you get on my wrong side, your precious Damian won't be safe." “I want us to meet tonight and you know better than to say no” he said The

SerenaSerena's entrance into the bar was met with a cacophony of noises and a whirlwind of activities that filled the air. The scents in the room were a mix of alcohol and sweat, with the smoky fragrance of food grilling in the kitchen adding to the sensory experience. The dim lighting in the bar created a moody ambiance, with shadows dancing across the room, adding an air of mystery. The bar was a bustling hub of activity, with patrons engaged in conversations, laughter, and clinking glasses, all blending into a joyful symphony. The jukebox in the corner of the room played lively tunes, punctuated by the sound of glasses clinking and the occasional burst of raucous laughter. The decor of the bar was rustic yet cozy, with exposed brick walls adorned with vintage posters and neon signs that added a unique touch to the ambiance. The wooden bar that stretched along one side of the room was lined with patrons chatting and sipping on their drinks, providing a sense of intimacy. Behind the

"Oh, your hair grew back” was the first thing that left Marah's mouth after being silent for a minute or two. poor thinking I thought to himself, Is there a brain in that head of hers at all? How could that be the only thing that came out of her mouth? Dad was there and Mom had just stepped out of the kitchen, the shock on their faces was visible. As Marah's words hung in the air, I felt a wave of frustration wash over me. How could she be so oblivious to the tension in the room? Her shallow comment about Fiona's hair felt like a slap in the face, especially given our history with her. I exchanged a quick glance with Dad, who looked equally taken aback, while Mom's expression turned from surprise to concern. I cleared my throat, trying to maintain my composure despite the rising anger within me. "Marah, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. It took all my willpower not to lash out at her for dredging up painful memories. Marah flashed me a saccharine

Owen Owen rushed to her side before her head reached the ground. Ignoring the stares of passersby, Owen carefully placed Serena in the backseat and instructed his guard to retrieve her purse. Upon their arrival, Owen wasted no time explaining the situation to the medical staff, his voice steady. The doctors quickly sprang into action, assessing Serena's condition and running a battery of tests to determine the cause of her collapse. As Owen paced anxiously in the waiting room, his thoughts were consumed by Serena's well-being. He couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him, knowing that what he had said earlier had led her into danger once again. As Serena lay unconscious in the hospital bed, Owen's mind raced with memories of their early dates. He vividly recalled the terrifying moment when Serena collapsed after biting into something hard, her body going limp in his arms. At the time, he had been filled with panic and confusion, unsure of what had caused Serena's sudd