God Serena Novels & Stories

They were masters, the ones that made the old ways, and they were cruel to defiance. Serena was a storm, relentless and determined, her hands bursting with energy. She could sense their gazes coming down on her but didn’t flinch. She had crossed hell and had no choice but to keep moving forward now. The world was coming apart, and she was the one tearing it.

Serena said, her tone airy and polite, like I’d wandered into her private garden rather than a public campaign site. She stood in heels no human should wear on gravel, dressed in an immaculate beige two-piece that made my cotton shirt feel like a dish rag. Her sunglasses were oversized, bone-white, and opaque. Behind her, an assistant held a parasol at just the right angle to shield her from the sun without casting a shadow on her cheekbones. “Serena,” I greeted, keeping my voice even. She tilted her head slightly. “How brave of you to show up.” “Why wouldn’t I?”

**Five Years Later** {SERENA POV} I stand at the window of ETHEREAL’s New York headquarters, watching the city I once fled from. The city where Adrian destroyed me. Where I was humiliated, betrayed, broken. Now I’m back. Not as Adrian’s wife. Not as anyone’s victim. As Serena Moore-Grant, CEO of a global fashion empire, wife to the love of my life, and grandmother to six beautiful grandchildren. Lucas appears behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Thinking about the past?”

Serena responds. “Alright then, see you later.” “See you later.” Sergio walks over to the door. He stops when he notices Serena staring at him, unable to tear her gaze from him. “What?” he asks. “Nothing,” Serena shakes her head. “Just thinking about something.” “About what?” Sergio questions. “Oh, nothing important,” Serena dismisses. “Come on. Tell me,” Sergio insists. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me.” “No.” “Why not?”