Semua Bab Rejected By My Husband: Cherished By My Three Brothers : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Serena's POVThe words Nathan spoke hung in the air like smoke after fire, thick and bitter, pressing against my skin. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears as I stood still, letting the truth sink in.I sat down slowly, my knees weak but my back straight. My mind replayed every move, every threat, every smile that had felt wrong. Vanessa obviously wanted revenge, even though she has already admitted defeat. While what Charles wanted was control and of course the whole Valehart empire.“I'm sure they’ve come together,” Adrian said, his voice firm.His hands were clenched at his sides, his jaw tight enough to hurt. Nathan stood by the window, staring out as if answers might be written in the sky. Leo said nothing, but his breathing was shallow, his fingers tapping his knee in sharp beat.I looked at my brothers one by one. These were the faces I had fought for, the reason I was still standing. My fear did not vanish, but it changed shape. It became something harder, sharper, and far more

Serena's POV The silence after my words did not last long enough for me to catch my breath.A deep boom rolled through the building, low and violent, like thunder breaking open the floor beneath us. The stage shook under my feet, lights swaying as screams rose from below. I felt the fear in my blood before I knew what it was. It was sharp and cold.Another explosion followed, closer this time, sending a wave of heat through the vents.Smoke began to rise up thick and dark, moving along the walls like something alive. People rushed to their feet, panic breaking the order we had fought to hold. I tasted ash on my tongue and forced myself to stay upright.“Move now,” Adrian shouted from the side of the stage. His voice cut through the chaos, firm and commanding, the voice that did not ask twice. Nathan was already giving orders through his headset while his fingers were flying over it. The security formed lines, pushing the crowd toward the exits.Leo was at my side before I could take

Serena's POVMy fingers burned as I held onto Charles’s hand, the skin wet from rain and fear. The edge of the roof cut into my knees, and every breath hurt my chest. The wind tore at my clothes, pulling at me as if the building itself wanted me gone. Below us, the city lights shook and blurred, distant and uncaring.Charles laughed. It was soft at first, then louder, carried by the storm like something alive. The sound crept over my skin, cold and wrong, as if nothing had changed at all. Even now, hanging over death, he sounded amused.“You always did have strong hands,” he said. His face was wet with rain, but his eyes were sharp and focused on me. His grip tightened suddenly, pulling my arm lower. I gasped in pain as my shoulder screamed.“Stop,” I said, my voice breaking through clenched teeth. My fingers slipped slightly, and panic surged hot and fast. My other hand clawed at the concrete, nails scraping for hold. The rooftop felt like ice beneath me.Charles’s smile flickered, j

Serena's POVWhen we left the alley, it was still raining.The city was covered in it like a second skin. The streets were covered in silver and all the lights were dim. I sat in the back of the car, wrapped in a blanket that still smelled like smoke and cold metal. My hands rested in my lap, empty, stiff, and shaking even though the danger had already passed.At first, no one spoke. The sound of tires cutting through water filled the silence, steady and dull. Adrian drove with both hands locked on the wheel, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed ahead like he was afraid to blink. Leo sat beside him, already on his phone, his thumb moving fast, his face hard with purpose.Nathan broke the silence when we reached the mansion. “I’m activating everything,” he said, already pulling his laptop from his bag as we stepped inside. His voice was calm, but his movements were sharp, fast, like was using logic to keep himself from freaking out. “Traffic cameras, private feeds, city grids—if Charles move

Serena's POVThe mansion is quiet in a way that feels wrong.Not peaceful, not calm, just waiting. The kind of quiet that pressed against my ears and makes every small sound feel louder than it should. I sat at the long table in the control room, my fingers resting flat on the polished surface, feeling the cold seeped into my skin.The screens on the far wall glowed softly with maps, feeds, numbers, names. Nathan stood close to them, his shoulders tight, his eyes moving fast as lines of data shifted and settled into place. Adrian paced behind me, heavy steps, back and forth like a caged storm.Leo stood close to the door. His arms are crossed, jaw set, his weight balanced on the balls of his feet like he was ready to move at any second. None of us spoke, but the air between us is full of words we are all afraid to say first.Nathan broke the silence. “I got it,” he said, his voice low but steady.I raised my head.All of my muscles tensed up at once, like my bones knew what's going to