Serena Campbell Holby Novels & Stories

Maybe that's why the thought of her working in that filthy bar made me furious in ways I couldn't explain. So her work here is done, no more Kayla and anything related to her. "I said to myself." Serena burst into the room like a storm breaking boots thudding, breath sharp, eyes blazing. "Who the fuck does Damian Cole think he is," she shouted, voice raw with hurt and fury, "that he can waltz in and ask some random girl of all people, a sex worker to play the part of a mother to my daughter?" The words ripped out of her before she could stop them.

There’s more data, hidden folders, encrypted attachments, and one line that freezes me in place. Beneficiary: SERA SMITH. Trustee: Stanley Smith (acting guardian). Funding Schedule: Quarterly deposits, originating from Z-Core subsidiary accounts. Sera. The same name I heard Dominic whisper once in his sleep years ago, before our marriage disintegrated into silence. I’d thought it was nonsense then—a dream, a ghost, a memory. It was a name, His daughter’s name. My breath catches. The baby in the photograph wasn’t Camilla. It was Sera. The child Dominic lost and Stanley found.

Why are you showing me these pictures? Martina took a deep breath, and resulted to making whatever she's about to say seem convincing enough "The lady in these pictures is Regina Campbell. She's currently working as Hills' secretary. But there's something more going on between them, something that you should know." Mrs. Sebastain's frown deepened as she continued to study the photographs. "What do you mean? Are you saying Hills and this woman are involved in some kind of relationship?"

Taking a deep breath, she wanted to suppress her discomfort but found it impossible; even breathing felt painful. Before she could respond to Serena, Celine, who'd been stunned on the side, spoke up. Standing before her was none other than her favorite dancer, Serena. "N-Nice to meet you. Are you Ms. Serena Brooks?" Celine asked, feeling nervous upon meeting her idol. Almost all dancers carried an air of elegance and gentleness, which was Serena's signature. She smiled faintly in response. "I am. And you are?" "Oh, hello, Ms. Brooks. My name is Celine Holmes. I'm Eunie's colleague."

“She didn’t flinch when you asked ‘what if I say no.’ That’s not a dare, that’s someone terrified and trying anyway.” I rub my face. My heart feels too big for my chest. Back at camp, everyone’s slowly waking up. Sylvaine’s making something weird in a pan, mushrooms, I think. Or slugs. Either way, Kaelion dives in like it’s gourmet. Serena steps out of the cabin, hair messy, face bare. She sees me, and there’s this small, almost invisible pause before she smiles. It’s not a confident smile. It’s soft and vulnerable.

Judge Harmon returned to the bench. "Defense may call its first witness." Lucy's lead rose. "The defense calls Serena Holloway." The side door opened. A woman entered. She crossed to the stand without looking at anyone. Sat. Looked at Lucy's lead and waited. "Please state your name for the record." "Serena Holloway." "Ms. Holloway. How long have you moved in Valentine family social circles?" "Approximately twelve years." "In that time how often were you present at events also attended by Alicia Valentine?"

Serena's POV Each step I took down the corridor echoed too loudly, betraying my presence. I gripped my bag tighter, feeling the folder of notes shift inside, heavy with rumors and half-truths. Marsen’s death wasn’t just a headline it was a crime waiting to be uncovered, and if anyone could unravel it, it was me. I reached Ward C, Room 14, where Nurse Helena was supposed to meet me. I paused, steadying my breath. Calm, Serena, I told myself. I wasn’t just a woman walking into a hospital; I was an attorney preparing to extract truth from a cornered witness.

She offered nothing more, brushing aside Callen's offer of assistance, and turned toward her room. Passing the sofa, Celeste cast a final glance at Serena. That look-cold, precise, and merciless-stripped away all of Serena's defenses. Her body stiffened as panic, rare and unwelcome, coursed through her veins. For the first time since coming to Moonviel City, she felt truly exposed. Even Callen's repeated calls went unheard until the snap of reality pulled her back. "Serena!" Callen's voice finally broke through her haze, his brow furrowed as he studied her. "What's wrong? You look… pale."

Eveline asked when I wanted to ask, “What will she be doing here?” “How would I know that?” Irritation evident in Hayes' voice, “I’m more annoyed at the mad woman, someone called her Dr. Serena, what a foolish set of people.” “Did you say Dr. Serena?” Zachary questioned and Hayes glared at him with irritation. “What’s so hard for y’all to comprehend?” Hayes hissed. “That’s impossible, Serena and Karisa haven’t been in the country for weeks,” Beckham said, “I don’t think it’s them you saw.”

Ava hesitated. Her gaze instinctively moved to Serena. Serena was seated nearby, legs crossed elegantly, hands folded in her lap, face impossibly composed. too composed. When the detectives turned to Serena, she responded graciously by lifting her chin. “Miss Serena Blake,” Hayes said. “Where were you tonight?” "At home. Preparing documents for a conference," Serena replied smoothly. “Anyone confirm?” “My assistant. And security at my building.” Morgan sat forward. "You and Mr. Rowan have history."