Serena Bennet Novels & Stories

She nods, a crooked grin cracking her face, “Good. Now then, let’s go to my brother’s funeral and be pleasant to a lot of people, some of whom might not deserve it.” They join Charlie and the kids and they all leave the room, Eliza handing Ash the room key. They get to the lobby and Serena and Connor are standing to one side. Serena has a short, corseted, cream coloured dress with a flared skirt that comes to her mid-thigh, with white tights on and white satin heels. Connor has a plain cream coloured suit with a matching tie and a white shirt. They look good together. Benny had called them a cab big enough for all of them. There isn’t going to be a funeral procession as such, Ben would meet

You're the best” “No problem, Serena. Just make sure you have an amazing time in Paris” ”I will. Talk to you later, Benita” ”Bye, Serena. Bon voyage!” “Eww, bye Benita” I put down the phone, feeling a surge of excitement and nerves about my upcoming trip to Paris. I know it's going to be an unforgettable experience, but I can't shake the feeling of uncertainty about leaving my responsibilities behind. Mr Vincent stands across the street from Serena’s apartment. We can see Serena moving around in her room. He picks up the phone and dials a number, his expression serious.

I slung down my back pack on the ground which contained my bottle water, and glanced around to see if there was anyone who wasn't paired. Gamma Clinton was dashing out instructions and I decided to wait for him. But then came the very voice I had come to hate. “Hey, Ruby!” Seraphina called, sneering at me. Frowning, I observed her. She was dressed in an identical wear as mine but where mine was black, her leggings and sports bra were gray. I didn't picture her as one who'd come here to train with the pack members, believing she'd be trying to get the attention of my mate.

“No, Miss Bolting.” A sigh of relief slipped past Serena’s lips before she could stop it. “Good! Please let this stay between us…" She hesitated for a moment before adding in hushed tones, "I'm not just any patient here... I'm renowned... and also the president’s first daughter in Star City..."

I wasn’t surprised to find Ben cleaning vegetables at the sink when I walked in. “Hey,” I greeted him softly. He glanced over. “Hi. Is everything okay?” I sank into a chair at the round table, tossing my bag onto the surface lazily. “I just saw Serena.” “And?” he asked, focusing on the brussels sprouts in front of him. “She’s hurting a lot, and I don’t know how to help her,” I admitted, leaning forward on the table. Ben’s hands stilled as he turned off the sink and dried them with a dish towel.

Since Serenity was unmoved, Linda continued to say, “The number one socialite has become a mistress raising a child alone. Ms. Serenity, don’t you hate them?” Serenity waved the photo in her hand. ‘Til take these. Arabella is my sister, and we’ve always had a good relationship. Since Miss Bower comes from a scholarly family, such despicable means of sowing discord do not suit your status at all. Don’t do such useless things again.” And with that, Serenity left the bathroom. But she realized she had no means to hide the photos as she had left her bag and coat at the event hall. If she took them back like this, Benjamin Rivera would definitely find out.

"Unfortunately for you, I have an ironclad alibi for the day Axel disappeared." Serena's smile widened. "Adrian Sterling.” She opened the door halfway, then paused and looked back. "Oh, and whatever plan you have to take over Sterling Law Group? You might want to reconsider." Her eyes glittered. "Not everyone on that board is as disposable as Daisy Winston. Some of us have real power.” She slammed the door on Arabella's face. Long after Serena left, Arabella stood frozen. That smile. That horrible, knowing smile. She took a slow breath and steadied herself.

At the door I looked back. Serena was in the common room at the low table, sitting on the floor at child height, with Abena beside her and a book open between them. Abena was not reading. She was looking at the pages. And Serena was not performing anything. She was just there. Present. In the room. The most real I had ever seen her. I went home.

Her silver-white hair was styled in an intricate, elegant crown braid, decorated with small diamond pins that caught the light. When the heavy wooden doors closed behind them, the woman slowly turned around. Ava caught her breath. Lady Serena was stunning. She looked to be in her late forty's, with smooth, pale skin, high cheekbones, and dark, piercing eyes that held incredible intelligence and authority. On her right hand, she wore a silver ring with an amber gemstone—almost identical to Ava's ring. Serena's sharp eyes swept over the group. First, she looked at Helena, her expression softening into a complex mix of sadness and quiet respect. Then, she looked at Jax, her dark eyes narrowing

**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?”