Semua Bab Rejected By My Husband: Cherished By My Three Brothers : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Serena's POVDamian dragged me out of the room and we ran until the air burned in my chest and the sound of gunfire faded into echoes behind us. We were sucked into the narrow, damp tunnel, whose walls felt cold against my skin. Water dripped from the ceiling in slow drops that sounded too loud in the dark. Damian kept one hand on my wrist, pulling me forward, his grip was strong but shaking all at the same time.We slowed down when the tunnel bent hard to the left and the darkness grew thicker. He pressed me gently behind a rusted pipe, then leaned out to listen. I could hear the rough pull of each breath as his chest went up and down quickly. Finally, he looked at me. His eyes were sharp with fear and something else I couldn't put my finger on.“Stay quiet,” he whispered, his voice low and tight. I nodded, my throat too dry to speak. My heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to get out. The smell of metal and damp stone filled my nose.We waited, counting every second by the

Serena's POVThere was something wrong with the sound that came from Damian's chest.It was not the steady rise and fall I had been hoping for. Instead, there was a thin, broken rattle that made my hands move before my mind could catch up. I leaned over him, pressing my hand on his shoulder, shaking him once, then again, harder this time. I felt scared so quickly that my breath got stuck in my throat. His skin felt colder than it should have.“Doctor,” I called out, my voice cracked as it echoed down the hall. My fingers fumbled for the call button beside the bed, pressing it again and again until the plastic broke under my grip. “Please, someone help him.” The machines around him beeped unevenly, the sound sharp and cruel in the quiet room.Footsteps rushed toward us, hurried and heavy. A nurse came in first, her face already tight with stress followed by two doctors in white coats. They moved around Damian with quick, trained hands, lifting the sheet, checking his pulse, calling ou

Serena's POV I followed the trail Vanessa left behind like a quiet echo, one step after another, deeper into the edge of the city where abandoned buildings leaned on each other for support.The sky was still dark, and the clouds were thick. My shoes brushed against wet ground. As I walked, my shoes slid on the wet ground. I took slow, deep breaths, and my heart beat steadily. This chase wasn't just caused by anger; it was also driven by a desire to stop.The building was small and worn, and it was tucked away between rusty and salty warehouses. I knew she was inside because one window had a weak light shining through it in the dark. At the door, I stopped and put my hand on the handle. The cold metal felt good against my skin. For a moment, I closed my eyes and I saw Damian’s face rise in my mind, not when he died, but when he smiled in some rare quiet times.I pushed the door open slowly.The hinges creaked, loud in the silence, and the smell of damp wood filled my lungs. Vanessa s

Serena's POVThe silence after Uncle Charles spoke felt heavier than it should have.Sunlight still poured through the tall windows of the board meeting room, pouring on the polished floor and the long desk between us. He stood there with his back straight and his hands folded behind his back, as if the room had always been his. I looked at his face very closely. His smile was steady, and his eyes were hard to read.“I’m back for good now,” Charles said gently.His voice was friendly in a way that made words sound nice even when they weren't. “I’ve spent enough time away, Serena, and I think it’s time for me to stay. Family should be close, especially after everything you’ve been through.”Without doubt, I smiled back at him. “That’s thoughtful of you,” I said calmly. “It’s good to know you’re back safe and sound.” My hands rested lightly on the edge of the desk, my fingers relaxed, my posture open but firm. “But the company is stable now, and I have everything under control.”For a

Serena's POVThe house was quiet when Leo finished speaking. When Leo was done talking, the house was quiet, but it didn't feel empty.It felt sharp, like glass pressed against my skin. I stood there, breathing slow, my heart was beating too fast for my thoughts to keep up. Charles was no longer just a strange uncle with a cold smile, he had become a shadow in my life that I didn't even know about.That night, I couldn't fall asleep.I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling while thinking about what Leo said over and over. All of a sudden, every memory from my childhood felt unstable, like a floor that could give way if I stepped on it too hard. By morning, I had already made up my mind.I did not tell my brothers where I was going.Not because I did not trust them, but because I needed to see this with my own eyes first. If Charles had secrets, they would be hidden inside his walls, not in theories or old photos. I wore simple clothes, pulled my hair back, and left the house before I c