Serana Mother Novels & Stories

Ignoring her question, I asked, “What did you talk about?” She chuckled before taking a long, dramatic drag from her cigarette. “I told her she was delusional for thinking she could leave Andre.” “Is that what she planned to do? Leave him?” “She never loved him. She loved those kids, though. Especially the girl. She never would’ve left them, and he never would’ve given them up, so she was stuck. He kept her on an impossibly short leash, poor thing.” Listening to my mother talk about Sera’s mother may have provided me with some insight into Sera’s relationship with her parents, which may prove useful with her father. Except he was just as crazy as my mother, and I couldn’t trust a damn word e

So her reputation in Rustville was in tatters, and even Serena, who was carried home, was not well received. A hint of sharpness crossed Serena's eyes as she looked at the few standing bodyguards, "Throw her out the window." Serena's eyes flashed with a sharp glint. She signaled guards, "Throw her out of the window." The woman took a step back, frightened, "Serena, how dare you! Your mother did such a thing, and we won't let people forget. I'll tell you, your mother isn't grandma's daughter. We don't have that shameless woman as our family!"

She had reclaimed her wealth, she had defeated Dewangga, but she had lost the only family she had left. Yet, as the boat continued toward the horizon, Serena realized something. She was no longer the woman stumbling in the rain. She was Serena Zea—a mother, a fighter, and now, the sole guardian of her father's legacy. “Haris,” Serena called out softly. “Yes?” “We aren't going back to Paris yet. We’re staying here. I’m going to use every cent of this Trust to scrub Jakarta clean of people like Dewangga. And I want to build a school in Citra’s name.”

the maid said hesitantly when the duke entered the receiving room after greeting his wife. “Leave us alone.” The duke’s tone was cold as usual when he ordered the maids to leave. A long silence prevailed as soon as the door was closed and Seraphina couldn’t find the right words to say. She wasn’t planning on staying so it would be better for her to finish what she went for. “Who is your mother?” Even before Sera could open her mouth, the duke’s question echoed in the room. “My mother is Serena, your grace,” she answered politely without even meeting his eyes. “I’m just here because my mother said that my father was a knight here. I just want to inform him that my mother passed away last week

The fire whispered, a lullaby of rage and power, promising that this was only the beginning. Serena stepped back, blending into the shadow of the nearest oak. Damien’s figure loomed on the horizon, a distant, unknowable force—her future tether, a reminder of what had been stolen, a challenge to reclaim. Lucia, rattled, stumbled to regain composure, but Serena did not give her the satisfaction of immediate recognition. She was the unseen storm now, the living ember that refused to die.

“Didn’t end?” “What if it began earlier than anyone thought? Before Sera was born.” The words hit me like a stone to the chest. I froze, my mind scrambling. “That’s… that’s impossible.” “Is it?” His voice was gentle now, coaxing, like he was luring me closer to the truth he already knew. “What do you know about Sera’s mother?” I shook my head, trying to fight it. “Sera’s mother… she was alive when Sera was young. Sera didn’t tell me much about her though. She was always in the shadows, yes, but…”

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!

How long will you keep hiding it from me? She held back her words as she saw the look of pain hidden in Serena's eyes. "I'm healthy," Mrs. Adhisty replied finally. Soon the two chuckled after seeing the orphanage children who came closer. Serena just smiled and said yes when they told her that the woman beside her was her biological mother. "Wow. Miss. Serena is cool. Her mom is an artist but not arrogant," said one of the children. "What's there to brag about, hmm? Everything is only entrusted by God," muttered Mrs. Adhisty.

She clung to them like a parasitic worm that couldn't be shaken off. Once, driven to desperation to pay gambling debts, Sera secretly climbed through a window into the Blackwood house, trying to steal valuables to sell. But she was caught by Father before she could escape. During their struggle, Sera stabbed a silver dagger deep into Father's heart, killing him instantly. After discovering Father was dead, the terrified Sera stole the family car and tried to flee in the night. But while traveling dark roads, she encountered rogue wolves who wanted to assault an Omega. In the end, not even her bones remained.

Meanwhile, Serena, her young daughter, was trapped in uncertainty and loneliness. Serena needed a mother figure, not just to meet material needs, but also to listen, understand, and support her in her journey as a woman. In difficult times, when emotions and questions about life troubled her mind, she longed for Malisa's presence to share her grievances and hopes.