All Chapters of Rejected By My Husband: Cherished By My Three Brothers : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Serena’s POVThe air in the Valehart boardroom was cold as ice.The glass walls let in morning light that cut across the long table like blades. The walls, once symbols of power and pride, now seemed to close in around us. Every breath, every whisper felt dangerous.Adrian stood at the head of the table, like a storm contained inside a man. Even though he looked calm, the tightness in his jaw showed that he was angry. Nathan stood to his right, arms folded, his sharp eyes scanning every face in the room. Leo leaned back in his chair and bounded one leg under the table. He was tense and antsy.And I sat between them with my heart racing as I watched Mr. Harland come forward.He had always been polite to me. Smiling in meetings. Giving me praise whenever I talked. Pretending to be loyal. Now, that he was sitting there under the weight of Adrian’s stare, that politeness had drained from his face.Adrian didn’t waste time. “You were caught in CCTV footage meeting with Damian Cross,” he s

Serena’s POVFor days after the party, Damian’s words would not leave me.“You don’t know who your brothers really are.”They kept coming back to me at the strangest times, like when the house was empty and the moonlight was shining through my window. I even thought that my image in the mirror was questioning me. I told myself over and over that it was ridiculous. He was lying. Damian always lied. That was his nature.But doubt is a whisper that once heard, it never truly fades.I woke one morning to find the mansion in its usual rhythm. There was the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the air, the sound of staff moving around in the background, and the faint click of Nathan's keyboard from the lounge downstairs. Everything looked normal. Too normal.As usual, Adrian was in his study. Even though his door was shut, light crept out through the crack below it. These days he has been locking it more. Before, I used to just walk in without knocking. Now, seeing that locked handle mad

Serena’s POVAfter the heavy downpour rain at night, the morning came slowly, like it didn't belong there. A soft, golden sunlight came in through the curtains and warmed the room's edges, but I didn't feel anything. My mind was loud, but my body was still. The sound of the remnant rain dripping from the roof echoed faintly, each drop like the slow beat of something heavy in my chest.I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, Adrian’s voice replayed in my head. “Someone powerful was controlling your identity.” Those words followed me around in the dark. They didn't sound like comfort enough and too much like the truth.I walked towards the window, my arms folded around myself. Outside, the gardens looked clean and shiny in the dim light. The world looked innocent again, pretending nothing had happened, but I couldn’t pretend. The air in my chest felt tight, cold.The mansion was silent except for the distant echo of footsteps somewhere down the hall. I didn’t go down for breakfast.

Serena’s POVThe courtroom was so quiet that I could hear the lights above us hum. Everyone was watching the woman who had just walked through the doors. Alina Grant. Vanessa’s former assistant. Even though her hands were shaking a little as she held the folder to her chest, there was something steady in her eyes that made Damian lean back in his seat.Nathan gave her an encouraging nod. “Miss Grant, please take the stand.”She obeyed, her heels clicking softly against the floor. When she sat down, she adjusted the microphone with shaking fingers. The judge reminded her to be honest and tell the truth and she replied in a firm voice. “I will.”Nathan’s tone was calm, almost gentle. “Miss Grant, how long did you work for Vanessa Liu?”“Three years,” she replied. “From before she came back to the country last month.”“And during that time, what were your responsibilities?”Her voice shook, but it didn't break. "Everything. Making plans, sending letters, meeting with the press, etc. an

Serena’s POVThe morning came heavy with silence. Even the wind that blew through the Valehart estate felt different. It was cold and watching, as if it held secrets that we didn't have access to. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind went back to the black sedan chasing us and the empty car found by the police.When I stepped into the living room, Adrian was already there, standing by the wide glass windows. His phone was in his hand, and his expression was steel. Nathan sat on the couch beside his laptop, eyes sharp but tired. Leo was the only one trying to keep things normal. He handed me a tea cup and smiled in a way that didn't reach his eyes.“She’s still missing,” Nathan said without looking up. “The police searched the woods all night. They found nobody. No sign of her.”I sat down across from him in the chair and wrapped my fingers around the warm cup. "Do they think she ran?"Nathan’s eyes flicked to Adrian. “They think it was staged.”Adrian finally turned f