Selen Garcia Novels & Stories

he declared, his tone calm and stern. Selena, seated beside her lawyer, the renowned Gibson Morales, gave off an air of practiced vulnerability. Her expression seemed carefully practiced, her downcast eyes, slight quiver in her lips, and clasped hands suggested a woman deeply wronged. It was a performance designed to evoke sympathy and outrage from people.

The little woman drew herself up to what must be her most impressive height. Maybe four-ten. “I am not a cook.” She sounded outraged by the idea. “That narrows down the chances of it being poisoned then.” Mia strolled over to the tray, lifting the salver to nod appreciatively. “You may leave, Fifi.” “I am Selena Hernanda-Fuendo, descended from an Aztec princess and Cortez—” “As you said. You’re still dismissed, your highness.” Mia waved her toward the door, maintaining an aloof air until the other woman exited with

Pack members came to offer condolences, leaving tokens and gifts, though each gesture felt like a reminder of Serena’s absence rather than a balm to their grief. Serena’s sisters, **Elara** and **Maeve**, were inconsolable. Elara, always fiery and bold, struggled to contain her anger and took to the training grounds pushing herself to exhaustion as if she could channel her pain into strength. Her eyes constantly scanned the horizon, waiting for any sign of her sister’s return. Maeve, quieter and gentler, retreated into herself, her eyes dull with sorrow withdrew entirely, a shadow of her former self, her bright laughter replaced by a haunting silence. The loss of her older sister took a toll

Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair. But I have to admit, she is hardly as stunning as Lexia. "I don't know...Six days maybe?" I can't remember, because every moment has me on edge. I have never felt this much pain in my life, not knowing where she was. It brought me back to the day she first declined my offer. Or maybe, the day I found out she was fucking her assistant. I've never wanted someone dead so much in my life. "Four days, actually."

But I saw it in her eyes, she wasn’t doing it for herself. She was doing it for me. For Isla. And I knew then that I’d already lost the war I thought I could win. Because Sienna De Luca wasn’t just a mother to my child. She was everything I never thought I could have. And Giovanni… just made it painfully clear how much I had to lose.

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

However, Selena has been quite disappointed lately with how Kara does her work. A few number of maids had been asked to pick up the vegetable harvests from the farms, and Kara happened to be one of them. Not only was her back bent like someone frustrated with their life, she hardly moved from a spot. That has been her routine for close to two weeks. Selena didn't pay much attention the first time she noticed. Until one of the people assigned to report to her said, Kara hadn't been able to clean the hallway appropriately. It didn't make sense that such a simple chore was hard for her. To think Selena had complimented her not too long ago.

The old saying was right—some things just couldn't be fully repaired. "Focus on getting well. We're going back to the capital soon." Selena stood and headed for the door. "I'll go check on my brother first." Sally wanted to say more, but in the end, she just quietly watched Selena's graceful back and held her tongue. Everyone thought Selena was fragile and gentle, someone who could be shaped and molded at will. But only Sally truly knew how strong she was. When news came that Thomas and his wife, Lara Smith, had fallen in battle, Gideon fell ill and Sebastian fainted. It was the seemingly most fragile woman who single-handedly arranged all the funeral rites for her parents.

Sia’s phone rang, and she checked the caller. “I have an emergency…take care.” Hazel stood there, lost. Ariel Pearl? Was that Selene’s name, or was Sia mistaken? Hazel dialled Damon’s contact, and it got connected. “Hey,” “Hmm, I just received Selene’s files, and they’re clean. She was born in Germany and…” “No. I think that information is fake.” Hazel chimed in, It was just a hunch, but it won’t hurt to check it out.

That morning, sunlight streamed through the towering windows of Adrian’s office, casting a golden hue across the sleek, modern furniture. In the center of the room, Selena sat with a serious expression, her eyes fixed on the tablet in her hands. Her heart pounded as she read the headline: > “Selena Zhang: The Ambitious Woman Who Rode Two CEOs to the Top?”