All Chapters of Rejected By My Husband: Cherished By My Three Brothers : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Serena’s POVThe flash of cameras was blinding the moment I stepped out of the police station.“Miss Valehart! Did you kill Vanessa Cross?”“Was it revenge, or self-defense?”“Serena, do you have anything to say to the public?”The questions came like bullets, firing from every direction. Microphones pushed toward my face, the sun shining hard enough to sting my skin. I wanted to cover my ears, to hide, but Adrian put his strong arm around my shoulders and led me through the crowd.“Back off,” he barked, his voice slicing through the noise. “No questions today.”But the reporters yelled louder, and flashes of light and sound hit my eyes until the world became blurry. I could feel the ground sway under my feet. My heart pounded so violently it felt like it might crack my ribs.“Serena, look here!”“Is it true Damian Cross paid your bail?”“Are the Valeharts hiding something?”The questions kept coming after one another. I tripped, and Adrian caught me before I fell. His grip tightene

Serena’s POVThe sea stretched endlessly ahead of us, dark and glassy under the rising dawn. The wind was sharp, whipping strands of my hair against my face as the Valehart jetboat cut through the waves. Adrian stood at the helm, his coat tight around him, eyes fixed on the horizon. Nathan sat beside the navigation console, his laptop balanced on his knees, typing even as the boat rocked. Leo sat near me, humming softly under his breath, but even his usual self couldn’t hide the tension written across his face.The island came into view after an hour, a strip of green and stone rising out of the sea, surrounded by cliffs and wild trees. From a distance, it looked peaceful. But up close, it looked haunted.As we neared the dock, I noticed the remnants of old structures, half-collapsed sheds, rusted cranes, and faded signs bearing the Valehart crest. A sharp chill ran through me. I didn’t know why, but something about this made me feel something deep in my chest.“We’re here,” Adrian

Serena’s POVThe name hung in the air like thunder refusing to go away.Daniel Cross.Even though I had heard it before, hearing it now from the man who had worked with my dad hit me harder than anything before. The truth pressed hard against my ribs, making my chest tighten and my breath short. Everything around me was fuzzy: the flashing lights, the smell of metal on fire, and the shouts that were too far away to be heard clearly.Adrian was the first to move. His steps were heavy and deliberate, his face a mask of fury carved from stone. “Nathan, get Serena out of here,” he said without looking at me.“I’m not leaving,” I said quickly, my voice trembling despite my trying to keep it steady. “Not when I’ve waited my whole life to know why father was killed.”He then turned to face me, his eyes were filled with both anger and sadness. “We already know why and who is behind it, Serena. And now, I’m going to end it.”The sound of distant engines rumbled outside, but it was muffled c

Serena’s POVThe next day's gathering felt like a show no one wanted to attend.The sky over the Cross Tower was too clear, with the kind of calm that made the air feel fake.As one black car after another pulled up, reporters sat on the steps like wolves, their cameras flashing.Adrian’s hand rested lightly on my arm as we stepped out. “Stay close,” he murmured. “The board’s going to be watching every move you make.”“I know,” I whispered. My voice felt far away in my own throat.Inside, the conference hall was cold and sleek, all made of marble and glass. At the long table sat the people who had once smiled at me during charity dinners, but now look at me like I'm not welcomed. Damian sat at the far end, dressed in black again. His tie was perfectly knotted, his posture perfect, but the anger in his eyes could have burned through steel.The lawyer from the day before stood at the front of the room. He was thin, had gray hair, and held a folder tightly in his hands. “Let's begin,” h

Serena’s POVThe world didn't stop to mourn, not even when a powerful man died.It simply held its breath for a second and then went on with its life as if nothing terrible had happened.And that was exactly what happened after Arthur Cross’s death.There was silence for a week, respectful in the way business people pretend to be when the cameras are on.But grief turned into strategy, and pity turned into a chance.And in the middle of it all, Damian Cross rose like smoke from a fire that should have been put out years ago.The screens inside the Valehart boardroom flickered with breaking news banners, each one saying the same thing in a different set of words:DAMIAN CROSS ANNOUNCES NEW ERA.CROSS EMPIRE RETURNS STRONGER THAN EVER.SON OF INDUSTRIAL TYRANT TAKES CONTROL.But the news stories weren't what made my chest tighten; it was him.Damian stood at the platform and looked just as calm as he used to when he watched me sleep.No tears.No hesitation.Only pure, collected control