All Chapters of Rejected By My Husband: Cherished By My Three Brothers : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Serena's POV I couldn't sleep that night after I found the pendant.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that man’s shadow standing in the doorway, whispering Lena. I saw the flash of his eyes, the way he vanished like smoke, leaving behind this tiny piece of metal that felt heavier than gold.By dawn, I sat on the balcony wrapped in a blanket, staring at the pendant turning slowly in my fingers. The sapphire caught the light and reflected it onto my palm like a small flame. My mother’s pendant. My name was carved behind it. And now, my only clue.I didn’t know what to do with it—until Nathan knocked on my door.“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked, his voice soft but alert. He noticed the pendant at once and frowned. “That’s new. Or old?”I nodded, handing it to him carefully. “It was his. The man from last night. He dropped it. It was my mother’s.”Nathan rolled it over in his hand and studied the fine etching with a frown. "The craftsmanship is old," he said in a low voic

Serena's POVThe air outside Cross Holdings was sharp enough to sting.Rain had fallen earlier, leaving the pavement slick and the glass façade of the skyscraper glistening like a blade. I stood on the curb for a moment, watching my own reflection waver in the mirrored doors. Three years ago, I would wait here in silence, like an unseen wife who hoped her husband would remember she existed. Today, I wasn’t waiting. I was walking back into the lion’s den by choice.My heart beat faster under the silk collar of my blouse. Every breath felt heavy with fear. But under the fear was something fiercer—resolve. I pressed my palm against the cool metal handle and pushed the door open.The lobby smelled of coffee and money. The polished floors mirrored the golden light, and the workers moved like clockwork in their neat suits, talking quietly and carefully. When the receptionist looked up and saw me, her practiced smile froze. For a second, she just stared.“Miss Valehart?" Her voice broke. “

Serena’s POVThe morning air in Valehart Mansion felt strangely peaceful—too peaceful. Like the kind that comes before a storm. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the dining hall, lighting up the white marble floors in pale gold. Today, the house didn’t hum with tension.Adrian was sitting at the head of the table and carefully reading a paper as he always does. Nathan was on the phone with a lawyer, and Leo was half-awake and singing to himself while scrolling through his tablet.I slowly stirred my tea and watched the small swirl it made. The events that happened yesterday were still sticking to me like smoke. Damian’s voice. His confession. The way his eyes had back and forth between guilt and something softer.I hadn’t told my brothers anything about that meeting. Not yet. There were too many tangled threads I needed to sort out first.“Serena?” Leo’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Are you okay? You look like you’re trying to hypnotize that tea.”I smiled faintly. “J

Serena’s POVThe morning started with a strange silence, the kind that feels wrong, like the air itself was about to breakI woke to my phone buzzing endlessly on the nightstand. There were so many notifications that I couldn't clear my screen fast enough. Mentions. Hashtags with my name in them. My stomach twisted before I even opened one.Leo burst into my room seconds later, hair messy, eyes wide. He was still in his pajamas. “Serena—don’t go online,” he said breathlessly, holding up his phone. “You won't want to see this.”My voice came out rough. “What do you mean?”He didn’t answer. He just handed me his phone.The headline on the screen burned into my eyes:“Just in: Serena Valehart Slept Her Way Into Power?”Below it was a collage of photos of me entering a hotel lobby with Adrian a few weeks ago, sitting next to Nathan at a gala, and hugging Leo. The photos had been cut, twisted, and spliced together in a way that made them look like something dirty.I felt blood drain out of

Serena’s POVThe days after the break-in passed in a strange, quiet haze.The Valehart estate was now watched over by guards in every corner. The halls were filled up with cameras, and the security room was always buzzing with voices. But the air still felt unsafe, like danger had found a key to our house and could come in whenever it wanted.Nathan turned one of the east-wing offices into an investigation room. Papers, files, and laptop screens filled the space. He didn't get much sleep because he was always working on finding the traitor who had betrayed us.I felt grateful and guilty every time I walked by that room. Grateful that they cared enough to protect me. Guilty that I had brought so much chaos into their lives.Adrian remained like a fortress—quiet, smart, and always in charge. He spoke in short commands, and everyone obeyed. But I could tell he was tired by the look in his eyes. Even Steel cracks when it's pushed too far.And me? I was trying to breathe again.I could