Semua Bab Rejected By My Husband: Cherished By My Three Brothers : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Serena's POVDamian did not even look at me as this went on, and that alone made the air around the table feel heavier than it already was. His face was blank, like a cold stone, the kind he used whenever he wanted to show he was heartless. Vanessa leaned back in her chair with a smile, as if she had already won. It felt like I was just seconds away from losing everything I had ever fought to protect. My fingers tightened on the pen in front of me, yet I kept my face steady, refusing to give her the pleasure of seeing me breakVanessa tapped her long nails on the shiny table, her eyes glowing with a warning she didn’t bother to hide. She pushed a stack of contract papers toward me as if she were offering a piece of candy instead of a trap. “Sign it, little sister,” she said softly, every word dripping with poison that only I could taste. “Let's not make this hard.”I only watched her and didn't move. Her smile made it look like she thought she would get away with everything again: al

Serena's POVThe morning Valehart Tower reopened felt different from any other day I had known.The clean, tall glass walls shone in the sun as if they had been freed from months of fear.Cars filled the street, with quiet engines, as if the city was holding its breath.Inside the lobby, soft music played while staff stood straighter than usual.I stepped out of the elevator with Adrian, Nathan, and Leo beside me.Their presence felt like a wall, strong and unbroken, even though none of us smiled.As soon as the doors opened, there were flashes from cameras like flashing lightsI walked ahead without stopping, holding my chin up.The boardroom was full when we entered, every seat taken.Men and women in dark suits turned to look at me. Some of them looked at me with respect, and others looked at me with suspicion.The long table reflected my image back at me, steady and calm on the surface. I took my seat at the head without waiting for permission.Nathan cleared his throat, the sound

Serena’s POVThe hospital room smelled antiseptic, and machines beeped in a slow, steady beat. Adrian, who was pale but alive, lay on the bed with a tight mouth as the doctor finished looking at his arm. I stood by the window and shook my hands together to stop it from shaking. I felt like every noise in the room was too loud and cutting into my chest.The doctor, after clearing his throat, spoke in a cool and careful way. He said that the bullet missed important bones but hurt nerves in Adrian's arm. He said that movement would come back with rest and regular exercise, but it would take a while. His words hit like stones, heavy and sharp, one after the other.Adrian nodded once, unafraid and unfazed. He thanked the doctor and asked simple questions about how often he would go to therapy and what he could do to manage his pain. I watched him closely and thought, How can he stay so calm when everything feels broken? The room became quiet again after the doctor left.I finally t

Serena’s POVThe envelope sat on the long table like a warning that wouldn't go away. Its edges were clean, sharp, untouched by dust, as if it wanted to be seen.Nathan stood beside it with his hands clenched, while Adrian leaned back in his chair, one arm still bound.No one spoke until the forensic team finished their quiet work.The lead investigator cleared his throat and slid a report forward. “The bullet casing matches the same firearm used at the gala,” he said calmly.His finger tapped the paper once, firm and sure, like a judge’s hammer. "These marks are exactly the same.”Adrian let out a short breath that sounded like a laugh without humor.“I told you,” he said, his jaw tight. “This is Vanessa,” he added, his eyes lifting to meet mine. “She’s not hiding anymore.”Nathan slammed his hand on the table. “So she sends bullets now,” he snapped. “Sending messages carved in metal,” he continued, pacing the room.“She wants to put fear into us.”I picked up the casing with gloved

Serena’s POVThe evacuation order cut through Valehart Mansion like a blade. Sharp, relentless sirens wailed from the rafters, cutting off any communication.Security doors slid open one by one as red lights blazed around the hallways.People surged forward, fear driving their steps faster than reason.Hands brushed my shoulders as I walked with the crowd.Perfume, sweat, and panic mixed in the air until it felt thick in my lungs. The air seemed heavy in my lungs, a mixture of sweat, perfume, and panic.Somewhere behind us, someone was crying and calling a name over and over.I didn't look back. I maintained my look forward, concentrating on the green-lit exit signs amidst the confusion.Adrian’s earlier warning echoed in my head, sharp and unfinished.Nathan’s voice followed soon after, firm, steady, trying to control what could not be controlled.When we burst into the open air, the night hit me hard. A chilly breeze whipped across my skin, piercing both silk and terror.The expansi