Serena Naver 소설 & 이야기

"Beautiful, ruthless, gone before the ink dried on the settlement." Serena Rivera, it seems, has inherited more than her mother's striking looks. Sources paint her as a master manipulator, using her "vulnerable ingenue" persona to climb the ladder. "She’s always been ambitious," a former co-star from her early indie days confided. "Quiet, but deadly. She’d befriend the right people, learn their secrets, and use them to get ahead. I had seen Vale visit our sets when he had no business to—she never met him,, but maybe that's her game. She played hard to get!"

You’re mine, Kiran York! Her tone was firm and adamant. After coming out, Kiran decided to go to Neptune’s Cove Karaoke. However, noticing how grubby he was, he hesitated for a moment before returning to Marina Breeze Court. When he arrived at the entrance, he saw that the lights were on in Serena's home, while his upstairs was pitch dark. Speculating that Golden Dragon could be black magic and remembering Serena was from the Mawi Tribe, he headed to her place. Serena had just stepped out of the shower. She wore a translucent black gauze dress that hugged her curves and accentuated her bewitching features.

Ethan I put my phone away and took a deep breath. Whoever this was, they were smart. But not smart enough. I would find them. And when I did... "Ready." I looked up. Serena was standing at the bottom of the stairs. She was dressed in a navy blue pantsuit that fit her perfectly. Her hair was styled in soft waves. Her makeup was elegant and professional. She looked every inch the powerful CEO she was. "You look incredible," I said honestly.

Serena had to stay with Basset in the waiting room. She smarted at the fact that the nurses had not allowed her to go in with the victims. She had even told one of them personally that she was a certified nurse. “Really, in which unit are you practising?" the caucasian nurse had asked her. Serena had no choice but to tell her that she had never practised before. When she saw the look on the nurse’s face, she was about to explain to her that she had taken care of Kincaid on the way to the island though but the woman had hurried off after telling her to go sit in the waiting room.

Serena's stomach churned violently. Isabelle caught her gaze from across the room and smirked knowingly. "You really believe that dress compensates for your lack of class?" she purred as Serena passed by. Serena paused, her voice cool and measured. "No. But I thought it was easier than fabricating another personality." The smirk vanished. "Besides," Serena added, picking up a glass of champagne, "navy is your color. Too bad you opted for beige." She walked away with her head held high.

She had been mistaken for one of the countless women seeking a personal audience with the elusive CEO. Determined not to let the misunderstanding derail her, Serena maintained her composure. Flashing a polite but firm smile, she responded, “I’m Ava Alvarez, Mr. Vanderbilt’s interior designer. I need to clarify a few details with him before visiting his property today. Could you kindly check if he has ten minutes available?” The receptionist hesitated, skepticism flickering in her eyes. She scanned Serena’s appearance, noting her calm demeanor and professional attire. After a brief pause, she picked up the phone and made a call.

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

Now this was Shania, the crazy wreck of a lady I somehow fell for. “You think I'm just gonna let you move on from me? I spent my years with you, I sacrificed my time for you, my life for you. You can't just blow me off, I deserve a second…” She went dangerously calm as she took a sudden pause and gulped heavily. “Remember our contracts, Alpha,” she said with scorn. “The buisness agreements we signed upon before I partnered and invested in your company. I could take it all away, I could pull out my investment. I am a shareholder anyway.”

“She is one of us now, Rina. She leads.” “She thinks she leads,” Rina said. “But she’s just a threat. A liability. Mark my words — she’ll bring ruin. Maybe not today. But soon.” The door creaked again. This time, silence fell like ice over the room. Serena stood in the doorway, clad in dark navy slacks, a sleeveless turtleneck, and a thin blazer. Her curly hair was tied into a low bun. She held a thick file under one arm. Her eyes scanned the room — cold and sharp. Rina’s words still lingered in the air.

**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?”