Serena Bennet Mga Nobela at Kwento

With her entourage in tow, Serena made her way from her room to the living room. As she entered the living room, Serena was greeted by Anita, her new personal assistant, who was already waiting for her. "Good morning, ma'am. My name is Anita, your PA," she said, taking Serena's bag from one of the maids. "Morning, Anita. Let's work together and give our best," Serena responded warmly. Anita responded with a warm smile, showing her agreement. "Let's go," Serena added with a sense of urgency. Anita nodded in understanding and followed Serena out of the grand mansion...

It must not have been easy for the mother and daughter to come this far. Instead, grievances and resentment filled him as he subconsciously tightened his grip around the wine glass. "So, your sister is getting bullied. How do you feel about that?" Just then, a gorgeous figure appeared in front of Kiran. It was Xander Corporation's Director of Human Resources—Serena. She was wearing a black dress with black stockings and stilettos. She looked like a dark enchantress. The flashing lights in the bar made her look even more enchanting, and her all-black look awakened the senses of those around her.

Someone patted Linda Park on the shoulder: "Hey, you're going to be hot this time, your assistant turned out to be Rachel West." "Who? Rachel West? Who is Rachel West?" " Rachel West, you don't know, she is Mr. Smith's ex-wife, but it is said that his ex-wife died five years ago, and I don't know if they are wrong and think your assistant is Rachel West. " "Haha" Linda Park said with a smirk, "That's it, they must have read it wrong. If that ugly bastard is Mr. Smith's ex-wife, then I'm still Mrs. Smith's current boss, really."

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

#Livia’s POV “Forgive the intrusion, Lord Hartwell,” a soft, sweet voice called out. A young woman stepped into the room carrying a small wooden tray with a glass of lukewarm water and a folded linen cloth. She wore the clean white and blue robes of a junior healer. Her light honey brown hair was pulled back neatly, framing a youthful, strikingly kind face with bright, compassionate green eyes. Serena. My breath caught in my throat. I braced myself for the sudden surge of hatred I expected to feel – the fury toward the woman whose testimony had sealed my death sentence, the healer who had claimed my herbs were used to poison Alpha Magnus.

The table still held paper which looked smaller but Serena remained standing. She had come to tell them who she was. The Moon Goddess had told them what that meant. Victoria found her voice last. “This does not end the claim.” The words were thinner than they had been at dawn in a guest house. They were still spoken. Victoria would not leave the field empty-handed if speech was all that remained. Serena looked at her across the flattened grass. “It ends the lie that I am still yours to assign,” she said. “I am Serena Ashbourne. My children stay with me and I will not belong to any Alpha who thinks a title can replace the choice he refused to make.”

Just then a guard knocked and said apologetically, "Professor Whitmore, I'm sorry. Where is the person? We'll take her away at once." Julian pointed at Serena. "Her." Two guards stepped forward and took hold of her arms. "Miss, please come out with us." Serena seized Hannah, who was watching in bewilderment. "Hannah Harrington, I came to find *you*! Tell them to let me go right now!" "Who are you? I don't know you." Serena pulled off her glasses, irritated. "Me! The great star Serena Wexford! Adrian Hartwell's rumored betrothed!"

She requested a temporary hold on all business operations tied to Hale Couture until identity could be formally verified. I did not move while this was happening. I sat with my hands flat on the table and let Deena Reyes finish. Then Serena Park stood up. Serena was the most composed woman I had ever hired. She was small, quiet, and delivered arguments with the calmness of someone who had prepared so thoroughly for every possible challenge that finding one she had not anticipated was no longer a real possibility.

“And this must be…?” Chiara’s soft voice carried across the table, sweet but deliberate. “I’m Chiara,” she said, resting a hand on Alexander’s arm. “Alexander’s girlfriend.” A faint pause lingered in the air. Serena’s fingers tightened imperceptibly around her teacup, the faintest crack of porcelain echoing under her grip. But when she looked up, her expression was unreadable—calm, composed, entirely professional. James chuckled, the atmosphere easing slightly. “Well then, please have a seat. You two make quite the elegant pair.” He gestured toward Serena. “And this—this is the other investor I mentioned. Serena Morales, President of E.A. Corporation.”

“She’s my better half.” Instantly, the other men in the room beamed at Serena. Some appeared to know her, while others were simply stupefied by the news. Only Gavin looked emotional, teary-eyed. As for the women, they were stunned, but one particular female glowered at her. “Serena, this is Tina Middleton. She is one of my secretaries at the research institute. She will orient us on the rally that went on at the facility,” Nathaniel explained. Serena paid no attention to Tina’s displeasure, especially since the latter quickly masked her expression.