Semua Bab In the Arms of the Enemy’s Brother : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Serena’s POV I woke up that morning with my head spinning, just like every day for the past few months. The wedding preparations had taken over my entire life. From the moment I opened my eyes, my mind raced with checklists, phone calls, and endless emails. It was all I thought about, all I talked about, all I breathed. The big day was just weeks away now, and the excitement mixed with a knot of stress in my stomach that never quite went away. Roman helped when he could, but his work kept him traveling, so most nights I collapsed on the couch, surrounded by fabric swatches and seating charts. Now, with the big day so close, most things were falling into place. But the chaos had left me exhausted, my feet aching from endless errands, my mind a jumble of to-dos. Emma has been super helpful too. I don’t know what I would have done without her. She’s been there for me throughout this whole process, and I’m really grateful for that. But today, I needed a break from it all. I was meeti

Serena’s POV The days after our white wedding passed in a happy blur, full of laughter, quiet moments, and just enjoying being married. Before we knew it, it was time for the second part of our wedding. My stomach fluttered with excitement as we drove to the airport. Emma sat beside me in the back of the SUV, talking nonstop about the beaches in Spain and all the things we were going to do there. I laughed, listening to her, her excitement making everything feel even more real. Up front, Roman sat with his friend, the two of them chatting easily about random things, their voices calm and relaxed. Behind us, another car followed, carrying a few close friends and family members who were joining us. It was going to be small and intimate, just the people closest to us. And somehow, that made it feel even more special. We pulled up to the private terminal, the car coming to a smooth stop. Roman’s jet was already waiting on the tarmac, sleek and shining under the bright sun. The pilot

Serena’s POV The plane touched down at the airport, and I held Roman’s hand tightly, my heart beating fast with excitement. Paris. Our first stop on the honeymoon. The city of love waited for us. Roman smiled at me, his dark eyes sparkling. He pulled me close as we grabbed our bags and stepped into the crisp morning air. We took a taxi to our hotel in the heart of the city, near the Seine River. The driver chatted in broken English, pointing out landmarks. I pressed my face to the window, watching the wide streets and old buildings zoom by. Roman's arm wrapped around my shoulders. His warmth made me feel safe and giddy all at once. Our room was on the fifth floor, with a balcony overlooking the rooftops. As soon as the door clicked shut, Roman spun me around and kissed me hard. His lips crushed mine, hungry and full of promise. I melted into him, my hands sliding up his chest. He backed me against the wall, his body pinning me there. I could feel his cock hardening against my th

Serena’s POV The sun peeked through the curtains of our bedroom window, casting a warm glow across the white sheets. I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the muscles in my back pull tight before relaxing. My toes wiggled under the covers, and I let out a soft sigh as the world came into focus. We were back in New York, in our cozy apartment, after what felt like the longest and best vacation of my life. The honeymoon had stretched out for weeks, extra days tacked on because neither Roman nor I wanted to leave the sandy beaches and quiet sunsets behind. But now, here we were, back in the hustle of the city. A little pang hit my chest thinking about it. The endless blue water, the way Roman's hand felt in mine during long walks at dusk, it all seemed so far away already. I rolled over to Roman's side of the bed, expecting to feel his warmth, but the sheets were cool and empty. He must have left early, just like he said he would last night. His pillow still had that faint scent

Serena’s POV The snow fell softly outside our window on Christmas morning, blanketing everything in a quiet white glow. I woke up to the smell of pine from the tree we had decorated together the night before. Roman's arm was wrapped around my waist, his breath warm against my neck. This was our first Christmas as husband and wife, and my heart felt so full it might burst. "Merry Christmas, baby ," he murmured, pulling me closer. His voice was husky from sleep, and it sent a shiver through me. We lay there for a while, just holding each other, listening to the crackle of the fire we'd lit the evening before. The house was cozy, filled with twinkling lights and the scent of cinnamon from the cookies we'd baked. The day felt calm and beautiful, like everything was moving just right. We started by opening gifts under the tree. Roman had wrapped each of mine neatly, with little notes on them. I gave him his gifts too, and we both smiled and laughed as we opened everything. Later, we