Serena Bennet Novels & Stories

For once, I stood my ground, refusing to hide my pain just to simplify things for them. "I possess a name." I’m Serena. Not Diana-esque. Not a substitute for Diana. Not the daughter who ought to resemble Diana more. Myself. Serena. "When will you begin to notice that?”

“Please, I beg you. She is all I have. If you have even a shred of decency—” Serena laughed, sharp and cutting. “Decency? Do you think you are speaking to some charity worker, Aria Langston? I am Serena Ashbourne. I do not deal in pity. I deal in power. And right now, I hold every string of your pathetic life.” My knees felt weak, but I forced myself closer to her, desperation gnawing at my pride. “Please, just… see that she’s treated. I’ll do whatever you ask.” She arched her brow as if savoring the words spilling from my lips. Then she walked toward the rack of clothing standing tall against the wall. Rows of designer dresses, gowns, and shoes shimmered under the lights, more luxury than I

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

She made me believe in love again, even though I kept it hidden from her. My name is Raphael Gilberts. My parents own The Gilberts Company, and I work there as the managing director. Financially, I’ve never lacked. But what I lacked, until Serah, was someone to love for who I truly am. Now, I’m standing in the hospital’s waiting area with Mia. We’ve just received word that Serah has delivered. She’s resting now, and we’re both eagerly waiting to be called in.

She'd only said, "We don't have to decide today. We have to win tomorrow." So here they were. Across the aisle, at the plaintiff's table, Serena sat in white. White suit. White heels. White pearls at her throat. Her dark hair was pinned in a low, soft twist, and she held herself like a woman at the front of a church, pale and gracious and a little brave. She'd looked at Lila once when she entered. Just once. Her eyes had been luminous with something that looked almost like regret.

he repeated quietly. Anton nodded once. Understood. Across the ocean, Sera’s phone buzzed. She wasn’t looking for updates. But she saw it anyway. BLACKWELL OFFICE DENIES RUMORS. She hesitated. Opened it. Read it. Slowly. He remains loyal to the memory of his late wife, Mrs. Seraphina Blackwell. No one will replace her. Her throat tightened. The ache from yesterday shifted into something else. Confusion. Relief.

Serena I sat in the back of the luxury car, my wedding dress pooling around me in waves of ivory silk and lace, and I couldn't stop smiling. My heart felt so full it might burst. Everyone knows now. Everyone in that tent, all five hundred guests—now knows that I'm Mrs. Ethan Ashford. Not just Serena Lawrence, CEO of Lawrence Global. Not just the woman who took over Wellington Holdings. But Ethan Ashford's wife. The thought made me giddy.

He said, and I could not believe my luck. "Thank you." I said and sat on the passenger seat. As I watched us leave Redcape behind, my heart filled with joy. I never imagined that I would leave that place alive. I closed my eyes and thanked the goddess for what she had done for me. Hopefully, this will be the last of it. "I am Ebenezer Jenkins. What's your name?" He asked, and I knew I could not tell him my real name. "Annika Petrov," I said, and he smiled.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Lucy said in a calm tone, and though the hatred still persisted in her words, yet Linda does not seems to mind it. Tony also heaved out. “Okay I have got bad news and worst news." Tony said finally, at least this is what he came for. Linda became alert, even Lucy does not expected this too. “And what is it?" Lucy asked "Alexis escaped from me." Tony said immediately. Lucy scoffed again in contempt. “And what news could be worst than that?" she said in anger. Clearly nothing could impressed her about Tony "Mr. Senate President arrested her." Tony said finally, and he breath out the pent up airs in his nostrils.