Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Innocent Sera: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

"So...... what now?" Dave asked, eyeing him expectantly. "Armando will die," Nate declared through clenched teeth. The chilling certainty in his voice was unmistakable. His brother got off easy. Armando, on the other hand, would regret ever being born. Since the meeting, he’d been consumed by an unending inferno of rage. The way he had lingered on her name as if tasting it, Nate had never been this tempted to tear his throat. Dave knew his friend all too well. Logic and reason always went out the window the moment Sera was involved in matters. He may claim to be unaffected by her presence, but the truth was that she had always been his one weakness. The only weakness he never tried to eliminate, but clung to. He hesitated for a moment, aware that his suggestion had a high chance of stirring his violent impulses. But biting his tongue would mean turning his back on his responsibility as his right hand. "We can take advantage of his condition if we choose to," he initiated. Nate lo

"I thought she was just your mistress," Gloria remarked, accusation heavy in her voice. His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking beneath the skin. His eyes rose to meet hers, sharpened to a blade’s edge, laced with disapproval. Her composure faltered visibly, but she regained it. "All I am saying is.....if Armando is willing to support Sera and Dyson, then you should let him. It's not that he has any evil intention towards them. Just think about it, there's no other way anyway," Gloria stated, her voice low and coaxing. Armando had told her everything. Gloria didn't care about Dyson, but the opportunity to drive Sera away from him was far too good to waste. Armando can kill them both for all she cares. She just wanted to separate them by any means possible. "Let me tell you this one last time, Gloria, I don't care about your suggestions. Your opinions are worthless to me," he remarked and continued, "If you enjoy breathing, then stay out of our affairs."Nate didn't have the patience

Sera desperately tugged at the hem, covering as much of her skin as she could, but it was never enough. "Get up," Armando ordered. Sera stood slowly, her face burning with shame and humiliation."Here," Armando offered her a glass of wine. "I don't drink," Sera refused, looking everywhere but at him. "Take it." There was steel in his voice."I told you I don't dri..." Her words were cut off by a harsh slap, snapping her head to the side."I am not Nate, who lets you talk back. I won't tolerate your tantrums. One more 'no,' and I’ll chop you into pieces," Armando hissed, his eyes catching the blood trailing from her split lip without a hint of remorse."Now. Take it," Armando shoved the glass into her trembling hand, some even spilled onto her dress. She held the glass but didn't drink from it. Her cries Taking a sip, Armando retreated a few steps, checking her out. "You can meet Dyson whenever you like, but there will be conditions," he put forth, his lecherous gaze slithering ov

"Calm down," Angela murmured gently, her palm light on his tense shoulder. Nate turned his gaze to her, uncertainty flickering in his eyes."We are your family, Nate, not your enemies," Ara reminded him, her voice tinged with hurt. He acted as if their presence was a threat to his very existence. So much mistrust and grudges for his own parents. Sera had sensed there was some distance between him and his parents, but she hadn't expected the rift to be this wide. The room was strung tight with tension. Mrs. Serrano expressed her hurt openly, her eyes locked on her son with silent pain. Mr. Serrano, on the other hand, remained stoic, indifferent on the surface. But Sera knew better than to believe that. He was hurting too.The guilt twisted inside her. Had she broken a family? "Did Dave inform you?" Nate questioned, his expression had softened a bit. "I... I asked him to call," Sera cut in, offering a nervous smile. Nate glanced at her, his expression unreadable. Ignoring the knot in

Sera swallowed. Her name was deeply woven into his skin for eternity. She stood at a loss, unsure how to react. Questions churned in her head. When did he even get it? For how long had it been there?She suddenly reached out and brushed her fingers over it, tracing her name just to be sure it was real.But Nate wasn't prepared for it. The first graze of her finger against his had him clenching his jaw. The physical contact with her was no short of a test for his sanity and control. He was trained into a hard shell, unbreakable, impenetrable, but one touch of her and he would open like petals to the sun. So fucking vulnerable. He wanted her to stop, but at the same time, he ached for her to keep going. Her fingers found their way to the center of his chest. They lingered there for a beat before she quickly pulled away, startled by the frantic pounding of his heart. Her wide eyes shot to his. Nate didn’t look away. There was something in his gaze, burning, intense, that made her drop