Serena And Darian Mga Nobela at Kwento

I went over to Darien and Serena, picking up the tongs and flipping the meat patties. ‘How is she today?’ Darien asked through the link, and I knew he had opened the link to both Serena and me. I didn’t need to ask who he fucking meant. Serena had been there when Kiara forgot the passcode. ‘She’s forgotten we’re married.’ I remarked coldly. Doing my fucking all not to let my emotions show, flipping another patty over, remaining emotionless. Serena’s heart was thudding. ‘She’ll…. will it… I mean, will she be ok?’ She asked.

By the way Elaina looked at her, she knew that she already figured out about the twins. Elaina smiled at her, “Serene. It’s been a while. I do not know that you were, Felicity Pax.” The two ladies looked both confused and surprised that Serene and Elaina knew each other. However, before either Serene or Elaina could explain, the studio’s front door opened. “Mary? Shen?” Dylan’s voice made Mary and Serene’s head snap at the door. They just stared fixedly at Dylan when Justin entered after him. “Oh fuck,” the two said under their breaths. Their eyes exchanged meaningful looks at each other.

Still, she smiled, pretending not to notice. Then, subtly, she glanced toward the entrance and gave a barely perceptible signal. The trap had been set. She had sent Dorian to Charleston earlier that week with very specific instructions—to bring Serena’s peculiar parents to New York City. If Alexander still had doubts about Serena, this would erase them. Moments later, the restaurant doors swung open, and two unfamiliar figures hesitantly stepped inside. Quinn and Elliot. Their clothes were plain and slightly wrinkled, out of place among the polished diners and gleaming crystal.

Dylan spoke up while Jeremy threw daggers with his eyes. Wait! Was I going to be engaged to the group clown? Who the fuck takes the fiancée of a clown seriously??? “SERENA???!” I heard someone yell my name, snapping me back to the present.

Serena cackled. She squeezed Siena’s cheek as she stuck out her hands for Christian and stepped back. “Not today, Siena.” She spoke while Christian grew a smile on his face. Perhaps Dario did the right thing, and maybe she would change back into the person I fell in love with, Christian thought. “I’ll leave you two alone,” Marc spoke, before he walking off. “I like Marc. You shouldn’t shove him to the side like that.” Serena scolded him. Christian shook his head, denying her accusation.

he commanded. A beat of hesitation, then all at once, the suited men began to retreat. Boots echoed as they filed out, one by one, until the vast hall was empty. All guests had long since fled. Now, only four people remained. El Diablo. Dante. Me. And Seraphine, standing like a statue, her breathing ragged, her glare burning holes through me. El Diablo's voice cut through the silence. "What about Sera?" Dante exhaled heavily. "What happens to the unborn child? Your child?" El Diablo asked.

It was as if she’d flipped a switch; his interest in Darian vanished instantly as he turned to her. "You didn't give me a choice, sweetheart. So it’s better if you don't say 'we.' If I’d found out before we left the Boston city limits, you’d be sitting on your ass at home right now." As I watched their exchange in bewilderment, Darian asked, "What the fuck are you two up to?" If I were him, I wouldn't have stepped between a husband and wife, but Darian saw it as his duty to get involved in everything.

I understood now why Brandon was so madly in love with me, it wasn’t just about the face, but how he saw me. “Wow, sister,” Serah said with a big smile. “I bet Brandon will fall in love with you again today. You look like an angel. So beautiful.” “Are you for real, Serah?” I asked with a shy smile. “Yes, completely serious! You look stunning. One more thing,” she added, getting serious for a moment. “I want you to be happy. So when you go on your honeymoon, please don’t call me. I don’t want you thinking about me. Just think about yourself and your happiness. I promise, if something comes up, I will be the one to call you.”

“How did you two meet? Was it through business? A friend?” I froze for half a second. Nate answered smoothly, “We met at a charity event. Sparks flew, but we took our time. Serena’s very private, which I respect.” A woman with a bright pink microphone pushed forward. “Serena, what do you do? Are you in finance too? How does it feel knowing you’ve locked down Nate Calloway?” “I… I’m not in finance,” I managed. “And I’m still getting used to all of this. Nate’s been very patient with me.”