Serena Campbell Holby Novels & Stories

Damien stumbled into Gareth’s chambers, falling to his knees beside Luna’s still body. “Luna… Luna, you’re still alive, aren’t you? Wake up. Please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” But the only answer was silence. Until a cold, familiar voice cut through the quiet. “Luna isn’t coming back.” Damien’s whole body jolted. He turned to see Serena standing in the doorway, her voice like ice. “I caught Victoria’s old handmaiden. Victoria was a fraud from the very beginning.”

He then asked, "Miss Buck, are you aware that Miss Strauss was referred to your clinic by her former best friend, Victoria Walton?" "Yes, I believe she mentioned that," Maddison said. "And the soldier had asked me the same." "You see, we were trying to make a connection between Miss Walton and the fertility clinic. Is it possible Miss Walton worked with Doctor Serina?" Yael asked. "Yes, I remember, and just like I told the soldier, there is no connection," Maddison replied. "And you don't have any relationship with Miss Victoria Walton, either?" Yael asked. "No!" Maddison nearly laughed. She said, "I have said this a thousand times. This was just Doctor Serina acting alone with me helping he

The hospital room was cold and silent, a single-occupancy ward stripped down to the bare minimum. When the door was kicked open, I was forcing myself to endure the tearing pain in my abdomen while rocking my newborn daughter, Luna Vaughn, to sleep. "How is your recovery, Miss Lang?" Her tone was deliberately restrained, yet nothing could conceal the innate elegance she carried. The moment I saw her face clearly, I froze. So this was Serena Vale, the national darling who had recently been appearing everywhere at Lucas Vaughn's side.

“You have no soul. No honor.” The head Healer of the clinic rushed in then, his robes flapping. “Serena! What madness is this? Performing a caesarean without assistants, without pain-blockers? You violate every code we have! You are stripped of your license and expelled from this clinic, effective now!” “She is my daughter!” Serena shrieked, finally showing real emotion—indignation. “I have every right!” My voice, weak and ragged, cut through her tantrum. “You dragged me here… against my will. You cut me open… to steal my pup’s cord blood… for Elara. Your precious, cursed daughter.”

Five already occupied. Serena recognized Adrian immediately. He sat to the right side of the circle, hands folded calmly on the table. His expression didn’t change when she entered but his eyes registered her presence instantly. The other operators watched her with quiet intensity. Assessing. Calculating. One woman stood near the far side of the room. Silver hair tied neatly behind her head. Sharp, observant eyes. She spoke first. “Serena Vale.” Serena stepped into the room. “Yes.” The woman studied her for a moment longer. Then gestured toward the empty chair.

CHAPTER 62: THE HUNT The second host is a woman named Sera. Not Dr. Sera — a different Sera entirely, which is the kind of coincidence the world produces without apology. She is forty-three years old and lives in the southern district of the third territory and she is a schoolteacher, which is the detail that sits heaviest when Felix gives us her file across the stronghold table. A schoolteacher. Thirty children in her classroom every morning. Whatever fragment lives inside her has been in proximity to thirty children every single day.

Dylan said, "Atlas would never lower himself to be seen publicly with Yvonne, no matter how much fun she was behind closed doors." Andrew nodded. "Let's head inside and meet with Madam Vostokoff." Dylan was just about to agree when he suddenly stopped and let out a sharp, "Huh? Mr. Lloyd, check that out—another attention-seeking diva just showed up." Andrew followed Dylan's gaze and frowned. "She looks familiar." Dylan smirked. "That's Serena Halbert, the widow of the late Kane. She's got quite a reputation."

She wasn't used to taking it from low-lives like her. "My place?" Serena asked as though amused before turning around and tracing her steps back to the couch. She sat down on it, adopting a regal disposition, "This is my place. Mrs. Serena Carter- the owner of Sera Enterprises, a future doctor, a loving wife of a doting husband. And who are you exactly? A flop actress, an absconded culprit. Do you see the difference?" Serena gestured between them, sounding smug. She knew Shanice's ego was her raw nerve. She can tolerate anything but a hit on her ego and today Serena was going to crush it to powder.

I’ll have to go outside the room to get that. I also have to shortlist possible new bakery employees, so I head back out to the part of the mansion we live in. All this walking will definitely get my daily step count in. That’s when my personal phone buzzes in my pocket. Unknown number. I frown and answer. I’m always wary it might be someone wanting an interview or appearance. “This is Serena Hale.” A woman’s voice. “Mrs. Hale, this is Nurse Callahan at Westfield Private. We met the other day with Baby Blake. I’m sorry to trouble you. I understand Mr. Hale is currently overseas and we’ve been trying to reach him about Baby Blake.”

She excused herself from the call. Sera was standing in the hallway with a tablet in both hands and an expression that Elara had not seen on her face before. Sera was a composed person. Precise and measured in the way of someone who had spent years in scientific environments where overclaiming was a cardinal sin. She did not show excitement easily. She was showing it now. "Come to the lab," she said. "Now, if you can." The disorder was called Kessler-Vane Syndrome.