All Chapters of Rejected By My Husband: Cherished By My Three Brothers : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Serena's POVThe detonator stayed pressed to my chest, cold and steady, but I did not raise my hands.I didn't beg, because I knew that would only feed her anger. I lifted my eyes to Vanessa’s face and held her gaze without blinking. My voice, when I spoke, was calm enough to surprise even me.“Take me back to him,” I said, “I have something to say in his presence.”Vanessa narrowed her eyes, suspicion flashing across her face. For a moment, I thought she would refuse, that she would press the button just to prove she can. The red light on the device blinked once, slow and patient. Then she laughed softly and stepped back, motioning with her head.“Fine,” she replied. “Let’s hear what story you have to tell."We walked again through the narrow corridor, slower this time. The bulbs overhead flickered, throwing long shadows that stretch and twist along the walls. The wires hummed softly under our feet, a reminder of how thin the line is between breath and silence. I kept my steps carefu

Serena's POVThe first thing I noticed was the sound. A slow beeping sound from somewhere close, like a quiet heartbeat that didn't belong to me.It took me a long moment for me to realize I was breathing, that air was moving in and out of my chest on its own. My eyes are closed while my body tries to remember where it is.My skin still felt hot, but not hot like fire. It felt dull and deep, like the echo of something that burned too close.My throat was dry and raw, like I have screamed for too long. I swallowed and felt the pull of pain, gentle but firm, reminding me not to rush myself.When I finally opened my eyes, the ceiling swung.Soft white light spreads out over the ceiling blurring the edges and changing into pale halos that move around and overlap.I blinked once, then again, slower this time, letting my mind settle. Nothing moved fast here, and somehow that made everything heavier.The smell reached me next. The air smelled like fresh sheets, strong antiseptic and a littl

Serena's POVThe hallway outside the courtroom felt colder than the chamber itself, as if the stone walls were holding their breath. Voices echoed off the high ceiling, reporters speaking in hushed excitement, lawyers murmuring into phones, footsteps echoing in uneven rhythms. I walked between Adrian and Nathan, my heels clicking softly against the floor, each sound grounding me when my thoughts threatened to scatter. I kept my chin up, even though my hands felt empty, like they belonged to someone else.As soon as the courtroom doors closed behind us, the noise doubled. Cameras flashed without warning, bright bursts of light that made my eyes sting. Questions came at me from every direction, sharp and careless, each one digging for weakness. I did not stop walking, did not answer, and did not look back.Inside the private conference room, the door shut with a dull thud. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the air system above us. Adrian turned first,

Serena's POVThe sound of a gunshot rang out in the courtroom. It echoed through the room like something breaking open, sharp and loud, louder than any scream that followed. No one seemed to understand what had happened for a single moment. Then Vanessa staggered.A little at first, like a slight sway of her body, like she had lost her balance. She slowly brought her hand to her chest, as if she expected to find nothing there. When she looked down, her eyes widened, not in fear, but in surprise.Her shirt turned bright red.The room exploded into noise.People screamed, chairs hit the floor hard, and voices slammed into each other in fear. The security rushed forward all at once, their movements fast and blurred, yelling orders that were lost in the chaos. Someone knocked over a table, and the sharp crack of wood hitting tile echoed through the courtroom.Charles didn't get a second shot.Hands hit him from all sides and threw him to the ground very hard. His body hit the ground har

Serena's POVThe following morning came, but the city was still filled with fear. I stood by the mansion's tall window and stared at the fog stuck to the streets like it didn't want to let go. My reflection stared back at me, my eyes darker than usual, and my face was tight with thoughts that wouldn't go away. Charles was gone, and the silence he left behind was louder than any of his screams.Nathan was the first to break it.“They found a signal,” he said, his voice careful, like he was stepping onto thin ice. “One of the old trackers in the estate network came online last night.”I turned slowly. “Which estate?”After some thought, he looked up. “The Valehart mansion on the north cliffs.”The words hit deep.That house had been closed up for years because it was thought to be a waste of time. My dad said it was beautiful but sad, and that it held too many memories. I remembered going there with my mom when I was a kid and holding her hand while the wind blew through the trees like