Serena Hart Novels & Stories

a famous actress gushes at Serena. "I'm so glad to hear that, Miss Lisbon. And it's such an honor to be working with you." Serena smilingly said. "Oh please, just call me Jasmine. I'm so excited about this project, and I can't wait for the shooting to start!" Hello, Miss Montana. I'm Patrick Harville, and I'm looking forward working with you, guys." a jaw-dropping gorgeous man suddenly joins their conversation. "Introductions are not needed when it comes to you, Mr. Harville. You're one of the most popular actors in Australia, not to mention in Hollywood as well." Serena smilingly enunciated.

Drake says. As we walk into the conference room, Drake follows me in. He takes a seat beside Colby and leans forward on his elbows. “So, I understand Kate explained a bit of my situation; I am looking for a woman who looks like this woman in this picture. I believe she goes by the name Lucy,” he says.

, I said. "Yes. The only singer I love who isn't a rapper is Sia", she replied. After awhile, she stood up. "I need to find the female's bathroom now," she said, "I'll be back soon." "Sure."

She left and Marcus returned at nine fifteen. "The woman who recorded the video," he said. "Her name is Matilda Hart and she's a journalist. She has done work for three different tabloid publications in the last two years." He placed a folder on my desk. "She follows Seraphina on two social media platforms and was photographed at an event Seraphina attended fourteen months ago." I examined the folder. Inside was a crowd shot from a gallery opening. Seraphina was near the front. A woman stood near the back.

Serena means too much to me to let this slip away without understanding the full story. Early the next morning Serena I woke up with my head banging and the remnants of a terrible dream lingering in my mind. “That was a terrible dream,” I muttered to myself, trying to shake off the unease that clung to me. Needing something to distract me, I filled the bath tub with water and lay down, as if trying to drown all my fears away. The warmth of the water provided a momentary escape, but I couldn't forget the vivid images of my past. To be honest, I was scared. Owen was a terrible person, a dark chapter in my life that I wanted to forget. It all started when I was 19 years old. Owen had been my he

He stayed back, his gaze following her before she disappeared into the building. "Fuck! What are you doing to me, Seraphina Diaz?" he sighed, his head tipping against the seat. Something wild rages to life inside him every time her innocent eyes locked with his. She was all over his head, and he was all over the place. ........ Sera helped set up the tents. "Loop it first before hammering it down," Mrs. Hartley suggested, perched in a nearby chair. Sera looked at her, smiling. "You know how to do this?" she asked, doing as suggested. A nostalgic smile lit up Mrs. Hartley's wrinkled face.

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.

Serena, what are you really planning? Serena's smile widened, and she leaned forward. "Oh, Noah, always the loyal guard. I plan to reshape the Hart legacy. The board, your father, and even you, Elena. All of you have been weak. The clone is the future, a perfect version of Elena that the world will love. And if you do not sign, then I will keep Richard as my bargaining chip, and you will watch helplessly."

“You’re a killer. A freaking killer, and you think you deserve that title ‘Mrs. Blackwood’?” Elara was stunned, Serena’s words hitting her like deadly ice. What should she do? Staying away from Damian would drive her mad since she was already crazy in love with him. Losing him meant losing her life. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “But it’s not my fault for being poor, and I never regretted being my mother’s daughter.” Her tone grew stronger. “I never regretted being a Hart.” Serena’s eyes gleamed as she watched her struggle to control herself. Seeing her shattered and trembling made everything worthwhile. She had finally conquered this stubborn girl.

Standing outside the Ritz Carlton, Myra felt as though she was in a daze. She couldn’t remember the last time she had attended a banquet like this. She fidgeted in her dress and was beginning to feel out of place when a gentle female voice said close to her ear, “Miss Stark.” She looked up and locked eyes with Serena—the eldest of the Hart siblings. Myra had seen her once at the Hart Residence and remembered that she was Henry’s mother. Seeing as Serena was Sebastian Hart’s eldest granddaughter, she had been standing by the entrance to greet the guests and usher them in. She was surprised to see Myra but she was delighted too, if not more so.