All Chapters of Rejected By My Husband: Cherished By My Three Brothers : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Serena’s POVLong after the call ended, I could still hear Damian's voice.“She’s here. And she’s not alone.”The call disconnected, but the silence that followed was more powerful than the wordsIt was sharp and heavy, pressing into my chest like a warning with teeth.For a moment, everyone remained still. It felt like the walls had leaned closer to listen, making the room tight.Nathan’s fingers hovered above his keyboard, frozen in thought. Leo's energy, which was usually full of restlessness, became calm, and his jaw set tightly.Adrian was the first to break the silence.He pushed himself up from the chair, his injured arm stiff but he ignored it.I could see he was in pain because his mouth was tight, but he didn't slow down. “Nathan,” he said evenly, “lock everything down we are going to trace to Monaco.”Nathan nodded at once, already typing. His screens were full of changing information, and lines of code were running like heartbeats. “Done,” he said, voice calm but clipped.“

Serena's POV The air inside the underground hall felt thick, like it was holding its breath. From the roof, heavy lights hung down, making sharp shadows on masked faces and shiny shoes. The crowd buzzed with low voices, mone. They all wore expensive suits. I stood still in my disguise, heart steady, eyes locked forward, waiting. Vanessa walked onto the stage as if she owned it. Her dark red dress clung to her body like spilled wine, bold and cruel. She smiled slowly, the kind of smile that never reached the eyes, and lifted her chin as if greeting people who looked up to her. The room got quiet as they leaned toward her voice. “Look at you all,” Vanessa said, spreading her arms wide. “The finest buyers, the sharpest minds, and those who have a deep understanding of reality.” She looked around the room before settling her gaze on me. Her smile widened, sharp and knowing. She pointed directly at me, her finger steady and proud. “And then there she is,” Vanessa said, her voice loud

Serena's POVThe sea had become too quiet again, too quiet, like it had swallowed its own scream and decided to pretend nothing happened. Smoke still hung low over the water where Vanessa’s boat had disappeared, with dark lines that looked like bruises floating on the waves. Emergency lights flashed from patrol boats circling the area, their reflections showing the surface as if the ocean refused to hold one clear truth. I stood at the edge of the rescue boat, my fingers tightly gripping the cold metal, burning my skin. No body, no proof, just a silence that grows longer with each minute.Damian sat behind me on the deck, leaning his back against a box. His shoulders were slumped in a way that was new to me. His face seemed older, with lines made deep by loss, fear, and not enough sleep at night. When the medics checked him, he waved them off at first, pride still clinging to him like a habit he could not drop. Then his strength gave out all at once, and he sank back down, taking a sh

Serena's POVThe paper tore slightly under my grip before I noticed what my hands were doing. My fingers had curled around it so tight that my knuckles turned white, the thin sheet folding into itself again and again. The words were still there, burned into my mind like a brand, even though I couldn't see them anymore. I was breathing quickly and sharply, each breath fighting the heat rising in my throat.The hospital room felt too clean and quiet for what was inside it. No one was in the bed, and the blankets looked and smelled like they had been covered in blood. Machines stood where a body should have been, silent witnesses to a lie played too well. I took two steps back, my heel touching the cold floor like it would help me calm down.“Serena.”Nathan’s voice reached me before I saw him. He slowed down as he walked through the door, as if he could feel the tension before he was fully inside. I didn't look at him. I kept my eyes glued to the bed, as if Vanessa might get up again a

Serena's POVThe car slowed long before the gates appeared, as if the driver was scared of what was coming. I felt the change in motion through the seat before I saw anything, my body reacting faster than my mind. The road below us became smooth and quiet, like it was made for people who didn't want to be heard coming. Even though my hands were still in my lap, my heart was beating so fast that it hurt my wrists.The gates then came into view.They were not loud or dramatic, no sharp edges meant to scare. The clean, shiny, tall stone walls turned inward and were so far apart that they seemed to go on forever. The steel bars slid apart without a sound, smooth and practiced, as if they had opened this way a thousand times before. On both sides, men in dark suits stood evenly spread, with blank, calm faces.I also kept my face calm.As the car moved forward, the gates closed behind us with a soft click that shook my chest more than it should have. For a brief moment, I understood the me