Serena Hart Novels & Stories

“How did you two meet? Was it through business? A friend?” I froze for half a second. Nate answered smoothly, “We met at a charity event. Sparks flew, but we took our time. Serena’s very private, which I respect.” A woman with a bright pink microphone pushed forward. “Serena, what do you do? Are you in finance too? How does it feel knowing you’ve locked down Nate Calloway?” “I… I’m not in finance,” I managed. “And I’m still getting used to all of this. Nate’s been very patient with me.”

He cleared his throat before he replied, “Well, yes those rumors can be considered true. Miss Hart and I are in a serious and official relationship.” The pale interviewer with long jet black hair, tucked her hair behind her ear as she adjusted herself on her chair, smiling awkwardly as she replied, “Wow, that is both a shocking and beautiful news.” She didn’t wait for Christopher to reply or talk to her before she said, “Miss Hart had been rumored to be an ice queen who doesn’t accept interviews or even communicate with people, so, how did you get that to work Mr. Chariton?” Christopher shrugged a bit before he replied, “Well, rumors are rumors aren’t they?”

Before either of us could respond, it opened to reveal Martha. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr.Blackwood, but Ms. Hart is here to see you. She says it's urgent." Ryan's jaw tightened. "Tell her I'm busy." But it was too late. Ivy Hart swept into the room like she owned it, her golden waves bouncing with each deliberate step. She wore a designer suit that hugged her petite frame, and her amber eyes widened in mock surprise when she saw me. "Oh! Serena, I didn't expect to see you here." Her voice dripped with false sweetness. "Am I interrupting something between you two?"

Mrs. Hartwell's chest rose and fell in shallow, tight breaths. She had spent her entire life building walls of elegance, discipline, and control. Her house was perfect. Her clothes impeccable. Her children, well, child, was supposed to be the shining example of Hartwell tradition. But Serena? Serena had always been the wild card.

Is it because he is the real of Barra? Half an hour ago, Serena had been staring at herself in the mirror. Her hands deftly make hair braids with a French braids style. It looks neat and also elegant because it shows a long neck. A milky white dress with a length above the knee already wrapped her beautiful body. Not forgetting the pastel-colored 7-centimeter high pump heels that have adorned the feet of A Serena. Her tapering hands sprayed orange blossom-scented perfume as the final touch for this afternoon's appearance.

**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?”

She forced herself to hand him over even though something fierce rose inside her. Serena scooped up Theo and pressed a kiss to his head, her face softening before those sharp green eyes zeroed in on Amy. “So I spoke with Clara, and I have a more accurate picture of you,” Serena said, all honey with a razor edge. She bounced Theo on her hip but didn’t look away. “Amy Hart, right? Twenty-six. A graphic designer who couldn’t cut it. Quite the career pivot.” Amy kept her expression neutral - the same one she’d practiced last night.

“I heard about everything, Serena. The loss, the struggle... the betrayal. I can’t tell you how much I regret not being here to help you carry that weight.” The air between them felt thick with history. For a moment, the room disappeared. Serena wasn't the powerful head of a foundation; she was the twenty-year-old girl standing on a train platform, watching Julian leave for a future that didn't include her. A sharp, possessive cough from Haris broke the spell. “Haris Nasution,” Haris said, stepping forward and extending a hand. His tone was civil, but his eyes were cold enough to freeze blood. “I’m the Chairman of this studio. And Serena’s partner.”

"You. You're the one who's been interfering. Who helped the Hart brat escape. Who've been sabotaging my operations for months." "Years actually," Serena said pleasantly. "I've been working against you since you murdered Evelyn Hart and her husband. They were my friends. The closest thing to family I had before my brother. And you killed them because you were afraid of their power. Afraid of what they represented." "They were a threat to the natural order. To Council authority." "They were healers trying to help people. And you killed them for it. Just like you killed Claire. Just like you've killed dozens of other wolves whose only crime was being different." Serena's eyes glowed silver. "Bu

Bernard suggested. Hearing that, Serena’s heart sank. 'Had Xavier truly contacted the Hartleys? Or had that been a lie?' She made a mental note to address it later. “I can imagine how difficult it must have been for all of you. I’m sorry,” Serena said, wiping her tears. “I was also going through a lot at the time. I almost lost my babies. I disconnected from the news so I could rest and continue with the pregnancy.” Only then did the Hartleys remember Serena’s pregnancy.