Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chasing Back The Woman He Destroyed: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Serena's POVThe drive to Sophia's was serene and calm.My thoughts were in order finally, and the wisps of air through the half-open window played with my hair.Sophia was humming softly to the car stereo, a ballad love tune of the 2000s, one of those which transports you to more innocent and better days.The door to her residence was marked by a porch light that strangely blipped as if it had not been changed for months.Sophia happily said, "Home sweet home," and allowed for a smile and exited the car.I nodded, exited and followed her along. The humid air and the presence of a faint rose scent coming from the house greeted us initially.Sophia asked, "Do you have to sit down for a bit?" as she set her purse on the small table near the door. "Or do I just get what I came for and we go?“Let’s sit,” I replied. “I just need a second.”We walked into the living room. Sophia kicked off her heels and curled up on the couch while I sat on the edge of a soft, tan-colored armchair. It was

Alexander's POVI’d hit a nerve, and I wasn’t sorry about it."Watch your mouth, Alexander," he said slowly, dangerously. "You’re beginning to sound like someone who has forgotten who raised him."I leaned back on the couch, holding my wine glass lazily. "Oh, I haven’t forgotten. How could I? You never let me. You’ve always been the shining example I was supposed to follow. Ruthless. Power-hungry. Always taking what you want, no matter who gets crushed."He slammed his glass down on the table, the sound sharp and final. "You’re walking on thin ice, boy. Don’t you ever bring up Serena or Pristine again in that tone.""Why? Because I might remind you of how low you stooped? Or how you failed to control them like you control everyone else?"His nostrils flared. "You think you're clever now? That you have some power because you're being sent away like a child to grow up?""No," I said, standing up slowly and stepping toward him. "But I do think I'm finally seeing you clearly. And for once

Serena's POVI let out a breath and focused on the road. "Because I don't want it to look like I'm rubbing it in."Sophia raised an eyebrow. "Rubbing what in?""You know what I mean," I said softly. "Damien is doing a lot, like, a lot, and he's doing it without expecting anything in return. And then Kyle just comes along, does one huge gesture, and now I'm somehow informing Damien like, 'Hey, by the way, Kyle purchased Sophia a house, Kyle did this, Kyle did that.' It just feels strange."Sophia was quiet for a moment, then nodded. "I see," she said. "You don't want Damien to feel like he's in competition with someone.""Right," I said.We rode along in a few minutes of silence, then she asked, "So who are you going to choose between the two of them?"I turned to her, surprised. "Choose?"She raised an eyebrow. "Serena, come on."I nervously smiled. "It's not that easy.""Maybe not. But in the end, it will come down to that." She leaned against the window again. "They're both fighting

Serena's POVShe gave me a brief look, shrugged like she wasn’t in the mood to chase answers, and headed straight for the hallway. “I’m going to dress up,” she called over her shoulder. “Hurry up. I’m not missing dinner because you’re still not ready to get dressed.”I rolled my eyes but was thankful she didn't press me further. I went to the guest bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the shower.Warm water pounded my skin, calming me, but my brain would not shut off. That kiss, it was so much more than flirting. Or maybe I was reading too much into it again.Damien had a way of getting under my skin.When I was done, I towel-dried my hair, slipped on my robe, and returned to the room to select a dress. I hadn't even managed to get my dress up when I heard the familiar click of Sophia's heels.She stood in front of me, wearing a completely ready-to-wear dress that hugged her body like it had been cast for her. Her makeup was flawless, and her earrings glittered like tiny chandeliers.

Serena's POVI glared at Kyle as he clenched the steering wheel. The silence in the car was oppressive, but I didn't leap to break it. Let it hang there. Let him think.His jaw tightened, his eyes forward. "You're serious?" he finally asked, his voice deep. Like he didn't want to know.I nodded slowly, watching the dance of emotion on his face, surprise and confusion, and then another, something harder to place."She's Alexander's fiancée," I repeated. "Or, was. It's hard to say these days."He blinked, catching my eye for a moment before turning back to the road. "Why didn't you ever mention her name?"I huddled my arms around myself and leaned into the passenger seat. "Because then she was just a name. A betrayal. I never thought I'd have to lay eyes on her again. Certainly not like this."Kyle took a slow breath, tapping his fingers once against the steering wheel. "I swear to you, Serena, I didn't know.""I know," I whispered, looking out my window at the city lights. "But now you