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Serena’s POVThe house felt different the next day after the contract fell through. It wasn’t just tense, it was fractured, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. The staff whispered in corners. Doors that were always open were now half-shut. Even the sunlight seemed hesitant to enter the rooms. For a home that was built on power, there was a strange sense of vulnerability hanging in the air.Adrian called an emergency meeting in the main office. I knew it wasn’t going to be a calm meeting, not with how he paced the room before anyone else arrived. His jaw was tight, hands clasped behind his back as if he was holding himself together with force. When Nathan walked through the door, the air snapped.“Do you care to explain this?” Adrian demanded before Nathan could even close the door. His voice was deep, sharp, cutting through the air without needing to shout. He threw the file across the table, and the pages fell all over the place like feathers.Nathan froze. “What is

Serena’s POVThe morning came like a punch to the stomach. There was no sunshine. No peace. Just headlines.Dozens of them.Different screens in the house showed the same message, with different words but the same accusation:Damian’s mother is missing: Last seen speaking to Serena Valehart.The billionaire heiress is suspected of using emotional manipulation.I stood still in the middle of the living room, staring at the news feed playing across three different televisions. My name flashed over and over again like a stain no one could wash out. They weren’t just attacking my reputation this time… they were painting me as a criminal.The worst part was that people believed it.“She must have done something to her.”“She’s dangerous like her father.”“Look at her eyes—she’s hiding something.”“She must have threatened that woman.”“She faked her DNA once, she can fake anything.”Each word felt like glass under my ribs.My knees almost gave out, but I grabbed the back of the couch to s

Serena’s POVThe night was too loud for silence, but neither of us spoke. The engine hummed beneath me, the road stretched ahead like a question I couldn’t answer, and the fear inside my chest kept rising and falling like a broken tide. I didn’t know where I was going when I left the mansion. I just needed to breathe. I needed to feel like me again, not the heiress, not a divorced wife, not the woman constantly pulled between revenge, survival, and something that felt too much like heartbreak.But of all people, I didn’t expect him to follow me.Damian moved away from his car like he had been waiting for me all along as he walked towards me.The streetlight cut across his face, sharp and cold, making his eyes look darker than the night behind him.“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice low, almost tired.I gripped the steering wheel. “I don’t know. Don't question me.”The answer came out honest, not defensive. For once there was no point pretending. I just ran; I wasn't going towar

Serena’s POV The warehouse was behind us, but the gunfire still rang in my ears as Damian led me through the darkness. We ran through overgrown brush, mud getting on our shoes and branches snapping against my arms as we ran with no destination except to run away. My arm throbbed where the bullet grazed me, the blood warm and sticky beneath my torn sleeve. Each movement sent another stab of pain up through my shoulder, making it harder to stand. I tripped once, and Damian’s hand shot out instantly, catching me before I fell. “Easy,” he said, his voice low and tight. His hand lingered longer than necessary, as if he wanted to make sure I was still standing. “I’m fine,” I whispered, pulling away. His jaw tightened, and I could see the frustration in his eyes, even in the weak moonlight. “No, you’re not. You’re bleeding and—” “I’m alive,” I cut in. “That makes me fine.” His expression showed that he didn’t like my answer. I could see him struggling not to argue, but the urgen

Serena’s POVThe night air felt thick against my skin, carrying the kind of silence that made even the smallest sound feel like a threat. Damian and I stood outside the abandoned cabin, the world around us swallowed by trees and darkness. For a moment, neither of us moved. The weight of the message still hung between us like a blade pointed at both of our throats.“Bring Serena if you want your mom to live.”I had only read those words once, but they were so deeply etched in my mind that it was scary. Every instinct I had screamed not to go. Every scar inside me warned that I had been dragged into enough nightmares already. But Damian's face, his raw desperation, his shaking hands, and the haunted look of a man who had already lost too much—made me take a deep breath and say the words that sealed my fate.“I’ll go.”He looked at me with shock and something close to sadness in his eyes. “Serena, no. They want you. They want to use you as leverage. I should go alone.”“You can’t,” I re