Chasing Back The Woman He Destroyed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Serena's POV“Apparently, he does,” she said, still smiling.I raised an eyebrow. “Wow. He must think you’ve really changed.”Sophia shrugged. “Maybe I have.”I gave her a look. “You? Keep a juicy secret? Highly unlikely.”She laughed. “Well, this time, I’m actually trying. He made me promise.”I groaned and rolled over onto the mattress. "Ugh, now I'm going to be busy all day worrying about this.""You'll find out soon enough," she said, voice singsong."When? My patience is wearing thin."She looked at me wisely. "He knows your birthday is in two days."My eyebrows shot up. "Of course he does.""Yeah," she nodded. "And you know Damien, he doesn't forget stuff like that."I sat up straight again, staring at her. "Okay, so, what's he doing? Is it a dinner? A trip? Something big?"Sophia grinned. "He didn't tell me."I glared. "Wait. You said he told you what the surprise is!""He told me half of it," she said quickly. "Not the whole thing."I glared again. "Liar.""I swear!" She raise

Serena's POVDamien set his mug down on the table beside him, then looked straight at me. “Oh, by the way,” he said casually, “Kyle called me. About five minutes ago.”I blinked. “Really? What did he want?” I had thought Kyle would just stay off my shadow till I was ready to face him, but the dude wouldn't back down.“He asked if I knew where you were," Damien said, calmly.“And you told him?” I asked, raising a brow, wishing Damien would say he didn't tell him anything, but I was disappointed.He nodded. “Yeah. I said you and Sophia were here with me.”I shrugged, leaning against the wall. “Well, it’s better he heard it from you than from me. He probably would’ve taken it personally if I said it.”“He already took it personally,” Damien said, half-smiling. “But he didn’t argue. Just said ‘okay’ and moved on.”I scoffed. “Sounds like him. I just hope he doesn't come running here this morning. I'm not in the mood to talk to him."Damien wasn’t done, though. “He also mentioned he needs

Serena's POVSophia opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off immediately. “Please don’t talk about Alexander.”She blinked. “I wasn’t going to. I was actually going to ask if we’re going to throw a party for our birthday.”I paused. “Oh. Right. Our birthday is coming up.”She smiled. “Exactly. Why not do something fun for once? No drama. No exes. Just music, cake, and a bunch of people pretending we’re normal.”I turned to Damien. “Can we throw a party?”He finally looked up from his plate. “Of course. We should.”“Where, though?” I asked. “This place kind of feels quiet.”He wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I have another apartment in the city. More open space, a rooftop, great view. We could use it.”Sophia grinned. “That sounds perfect.”Before I could reply, there was a knock on the front door.Damien stood. “I’ll check it out.”As he walked out, my heart jumped a little. I bit my lower lip, suddenly nervous. What if it was Kyle?I turned to Sophia. “Do you think it’s him?”She

Serena's POV“There’s plenty of wrong ways,” he said. “Manipulation, betrayal, power plays without purpose. But playing smart, protecting your image, choosing your battles, that’s not dirty. That’s necessary.”I looked back at him, eyes narrowed. “Is that what Pristine is doing?” I asked. “Playing politics?”Damien leaned sideways, considering the question. "Her father's a politician. It's only natural she learned how to play the game. And she plays well.""So she's what, playing me?"He nodded his head. "Pristine doesn't hate you, Serena. She's just ruthless when she wants something."That made me take note. I sat back up. "And what does she want?"Damien hesitated.Then he shrugged. "I'm not really sure."I browed at him. "You've just met her, a week? Two weeks? And you already know that she's ruthless and politically calculating?"He raised an eyebrow. "I observe well."I leaned back. "So you've been spending time with her a lot, then?"His expression didn't shift. "I wouldn't say

Serena's POVI made my way down the hallway and gently pushed the room door open. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, phone pressed to her ear, her brows slightly furrowed.“Uh-huh. Yes, the delivery should be made before six. No later, please. Thank you," she said to the person over the phone.I raised an eyebrow, "What was that about?"She ended the call and looked up at me. “Furniture’s on the way.”I leaned against the doorframe. “We could have allowed Damien to handle it. Why didn't you ask Damien to help you out?”“I didn’t want to interrupt the conversations between you guys,” she said, standing and brushing invisible dust from her pants.I gave her a look. “You could’ve waited.”Sophia shrugged. “No need. I already got someone. They’ll deliver everything today, couches, beds, center rugs, full setup.”I stepped inside and sat on the arm of the chair beside her bed. “You’ve paid already?”“Down payment,” she said, walking over to her mirror and fixing her hair. “Balance on