Dr Jane Serio Novels & Stories

I stared at the document, reading it three times to make sure I wasn't mistaken. Sera Jennings. Not Blackwood—they were divorced, she'd taken back her maiden name. But Sera was working as AJ's assistant? That didn't make sense. I'd heard whispers about Darius's ex-wife building some kind of career. The way she'd looked at Luna's party—confident, successful, transformed—didn't match someone working as anyone's assistant. Something didn't add up. Or was it just my overactive mind? I closed the file and leaned back in my chair, my mind spinning with questions I couldn't answer.

“Serin is here?? How is that possible??” While Ken suffers from second-hand embarrassment, wanting to just run away, Jeremy kicks Chris' leg under the garden table. “Spill it now,” he says frustratingly. “Fine.” Chris becomes so serious all of a sudden. “As soon as I arrived home, our house helpers informed me right away that Dave has a new nurse and her name is Serin. There are a lot whose name is Serin but I had a strong feeling it’s Serin that we know, so I asked them how she looks. When they perfectly described her, I called Ken and we’re here now.”

She felt an unfamiliar twinge in her chest. The woman turned her head and smiled when she noticed Serena. She placed the mug on the coffee table and stood up. “Hello, I am Viviane, Kyle’s mate and the pack doctor.” Serena felt that sour feeling dissipate. She managed to muster a smile that felt more like a grimace and faded in comparison to the beautiful woman in front of her. “Serena. I am…” “My mate.” Dorian walked in at that moment and finished her unfinished sentence. Serena noticed his eyes linger on her for a few moments before he looked at Viviane. “I am going to the gym, take care of whatever she needs.”

Please, don’t shut me out. I hesitated for a second, but I couldn’t hide it anymore. Me — Serah… you won’t believe it. Brandon’s ex-wife… she killed herself. Last night. She stabbed herself in the neck. And the worst part—her daughter witnessed the entire thing. Serah — What?! Oh my God. Why would she do that? Me — I don’t know. I’m as shocked as you. It all happened so fast. Serah — Poor girl. And Brandon… is he okay?

he tried but he couldn't. Sera wasn't that dense. She put the pieces together and realized everything " Dan , I have a theory and you will tell me if I am right or not.the first thing I found puzzling was both of you coming here . If you messed up you could have waited for tomorrow to tell me but it was urgent enough to tell me now or it was related to me. Second , you couldn''t even look me in the eye or say a word from the moment you set foot in to this room. And that made it clear.you messed up and it is somehow related to me. I know you were expecting your family to be angry because you got dumped so I am guessing you unintentionally used my identity as your new girlfriend. Please correc

By legal, I mean that, he doesn’t look like the guy to be involved in illegal business so this has to be legal. I stride to them, trying not to look anywhere else. “Hey?” I hold out my hand to him for a handshake. “Hey too. Frankie, right?” “Yeah, Frankie.” “I’m Dre. I think Sera mentioned me to you.” He smiles at her. “She just told me something to do with a job you are offering.” I plop on the seat next to Sera, who is grinning from ear to ear. Dre is on the opposite side, looking all cute and he can’t stop smiling.

Then, she went back to grilling their afternoon delicacy, shaking her and smiling like an idiot. "I wonder what you whispered back there that made him look flustered," says Psyche while helping her grill the meat, leaving Daniel with preparing the table. "Guess it," says Serina. "I think I knew it," says Psyche as she swings her hips and gently bumped them into Serina, pushing her lightly. "Seri, darling!!!!" says Gregory while running to meet her. "I'm glad you made it despite your busy schedule," says Serina to her in-demand fashion designer friend and her former colleague in LV, where she and Psyche still work as teachers.

“Good. Turn it in to the authorities. And tell them everything. Who else was involved?” The janitor quietly listed several names—all of them on the list Serena had intended to dismiss. Serena’s expression softened slightly as she looked more closely at the woman. There was something familiar about her. “Have we met before?” At that, the woman’s hands began to shake. She lowered her gaze, voice barely a whisper. “I’m Sergio’s wife.” Serena’s breath hitched. Now she remembered. Years ago, she had caught a glimpse of this woman—curled up on an old sofa, flinching under Sergio’s belt, too frightened to even cry.

The faculty tried their best to calm the ticking bomb. "What! You are telling me to have patience when my veins are throbbing. You know who am I ? I am Eva Rose , the sister of Ro... " She stopped to contemplate wheather she should mention Rowan or not. Considering the latter she changed her plans and was about to mention about sueing the authorities when there was a soft pat on her shoulders. She turned and was stunned to see a girl with a broad grin and light freckles which camouflaged her face and added a hidden charm to her sun kissed brown locks . " Hi I am Serene Monroe. I guess we have mistakenly exchanged bags. "