All Chapters of Rejected By My Husband: Cherished By My Three Brothers : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Serena's POVAs Charles took another step into the room, his smile stayed put. The sound of his shoes on the marble floor was quiet.The chandelier's soft light hit the silver on his temples and made him look calm, almost gentle. As he looked from face to face, measure and weighing, my skin pricked up. He looked like a man who knew how this was going to end.Adrian did not hold out. With a sharp sound that cut through the air, he stepped forward and put the folder on the table. His voice was calm but harsh as he said, "Enough. Drop the act Charles." He put his hand on the file like a judge would hold a gavel.Charles blinked once, slow and deliberate. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing,” he replied, his tone smooth but hurt. He looked at the folder for a moment and then back at Adrian. “But this seems serious.”Nathan opened the folder again. He flipped to a page and turned it toward Charles, the paper trembling just slightly between his fingers. “Your funding trails are all ov

Serena's POV The silence after the call ended felt louder than any scream.My phone lay on the floor between my feet, its dark screen staring up at me like an accusation. For a moment, I couldn't breathe, move, or even think for a moment. Then the world rushed back all at once, sharp and cruel, and I screamed Leo's name until my throat hurt.Adrian grabbed the car keys from the table with shaking hands.“We need to go now,” he said, his voice tight and raw. Nathan was already on the phone with emergency services, his words clipped and fast as he gave locations and names. I followed them out of the house. My heart was beating so fast it hurt, and my legs were weak but still moving. The air at night was cold, like it was trying to wake me up from a bad dream.The drive to the highway felt endless. The streetlights blurred past as Adrian drove the car faster, his jaw locked, eyes fixed ahead. I held onto the seat, whispering prayers I did not remember learning, begging the road to give m

Serena's POVThe room felt smaller after Nathan spoke. Even though the walls weren't moving, it felt like they were leaning in and closing in on us one breath at a time. The lights above us hummed softly, steady and calm, which only made the tension feel sharper. I stood still near the table, afraid that if I moved too fast, something unseen might shatter.The pendant lay at the center of the table.Its metal surface caught the light, dull and harmless at first glance, it really looked like an old family keepsake. I kept staring at it, my eyes tracing the tiny scratches along its edge. My fingers twitched at my side, remembering how warm it felt when Charles placed it in my palm.No one spoke right away. Adrian who was now standing near the window, his back stiff, his shoulders high like he was bracing for a blow. Leo sat on the couch, one arm resting carefully against his chest, his breathing slow but uneven. Nathan remained near his laptop, quiet, focused, waiting.There was a long

Serena's POVThe house felt different after the discovery. It wasn't louder or darker, but it felt like every turn now had meaning. My brothers and I sat at the long table, and I held a cold mug in my hands. Adrian had not slept since yesterday. It was clear from the red lines in his eyes and the tense feeling in his shoulders even while sitting. Papers were spread across the table, layered over each other carefully. On the screens in front of him, dates, names, and thin red lines showed up.He spoke slowly, as if each word carried weight.“It fits once we stop seeing them as separate crimes,” he said. His finger traced a line across the screen, moving from one name to another. “The kidnapping, the inheritance delay, the companies changing hands.”Nathan leaned closer. His lips were pressed together in a thin line, and his jaw was tight “You’re saying all of this was connected?” he asked. His voice stayed calm, but his eyes burned.Adrian nodded once. “It was planned,” he said. “Ever

Serena's POVThe morning after Charles struck came quietly, wrapped in sunlight that spilled across the marble floors of Valehart Tower like nothing was wrong. The glass on the outside of the building made it look tall and calm, but inside, war was already beating through its blood. Inside me, something stirred long before the first call came.With one hand on the cool glass, I stood next to the big windows in my office.Below, the city breathed as it always did, not knowing or caring what was going on and moving forever. The streets were full of cars, and people crossed the street with their coffee cups and cell phones in their hands. As they walked, I thought about how many empires were falling.My phone vibrated once. Then again. Then it kept vibrating.I didn't answer right away.I looked at the city for a few more seconds, letting the weight go and letting my gut take over my mind. I saw myself in the mirror. My face was calm, my eyes were steady, and my hair was in place. If Ch