Serena Sebastian Novels & Stories

Because what in the world was that? The talk show hosts were discussing a scandal involving Chris. My heart raced as I leaned closer to the TV, my eyes glued to the screen in disbelief. What could they possibly be saying about him? They were not speculating but were talking about an affair with their full chests. “Mr. Kinsgton is not only a successful CEO, Susan, he also has a very good sperm count,” The blonde one joked. “Right? Imagine being pregnant for a billionaire? For a freaking Kingston?!” The one called Susan squealed. “Meghan did her thing and I am proud of her. But also jealous, don’t forget that,” She added and they laughed.

He reserved a special glare for Jasmin as they rounded the last corner, leading to the corridor that housed Jia's office and almost walked into her. "Jasmin, I see you were released from the cell," Sebestian said as evenly as he could. He had a special hatred for the woman, she was the worst kind of snake, presenting herself as a respectable figure when in reality she was a cold-hearted bitch with arsenic pumping through her veins. "Have you returned to duty?" he asked in as civilised tone as he could manage.

As if hearing was not enough, I decided to peep through the small space between the door, and my eyes went wide. April is kneeling before Maximo, and she is stark naked. “Just give me this one time, and I will never bother you again. Make me feel like a woman.” She pleads some more, Maximo slowly lifts his gaze, and I lean away from the door, pressing my head against the wall. “I can’t give you what you want, April. You are not my mate.” “Then who is your mate? Is it that bitch Samantha?” “That information is classified,” She laughs like a maniac, “It is her, isn’t it? Is that why you keep her around?”

She stopped me by holding my body. "Why? I lived in Canada for 5 years and I have the re-" "Look!" She pointed at my table and there's an invitation sitting on my table. It was a white invitation and I automaticly took it to see. I turned to Athena and she gestured me to open the invitation. Serena Cesantio's 29th birthday and it's today. I looked at the invitation blankly and sighed. I opened the invitation to see the detail of where she will have her birthday at. Suddenly there's a small letter coming out from the invitation and I picked it up from the ground.

I blurted out. He furrowed his brows. "Boyfriend? Is he cheating on you with this girl?" Cheating. That's it. "Yes. I mean, I don't know. That's what I'm trying to find out. So what do you think? Can you keep me company in case she tries something?" I asked almost pleadingly. He nodded. "Sure. I am curious to see through this. I'm Steven, by the way." I remembered his name in the app. "I'm Marina. I saw your name on the app," I reminded him.

He'd kept his face cold and hadn't said a word to me all night. His friends had gone to town on me. Doormat. Sad puppy. A woman with no self-respect who'd crawl on her knees if Sebastian snapped his fingers. Now he wanted me to do it again. "Sebastian," I started. Something rustled on the other end of the line. Then Serena's voice. "A few years away and you've really developed a taste for the kinky stuff, huh?" Her voice was right up against the receiver. Then she let out a soft moan.

Serena. The woman clenched the pictures tightly in her hand, her nails digging into the glossy surface. Her voice was sharp and laced with bitterness. “Who is she?” The investigator leaned forward slightly. “Her name is Serena. Serena Winthrop. She’s the mother of the child.” He paused, then added with emphasis, “And she’s also the CEO of Rocky’s Designs, the furniture company.” The woman scoffed, a humorless chuckle escaping her lips. “You’re telling me Nathan left me—an international supermodel, adored by millions—to be with a… a CEO of some furniture company?” Her voice dripped with disbelief and mockery.

She clenched her fist and dug her nails into her palm and willed her body to stop reacting, but it did not work. “Ladies.”, Sebastian said in greeting and came to a stop. He was looking at Celine. Celine relaxed her fists and met his gaze but hid her feelings behind a mask of professionalism. “Sebastian, how are you today? Ready to ride?”, Celine asked. Sebastian looked at Emily. “Yeah.”, he said. He looked curious, but not concerned. Not yet at least. “Great. Let me introduce you to Emily. She is our senior trainer. You probably saw her yesterday at the tournament.” Sebastian nodded absently; his brows lightly drew together.

Although Sebastian was rich and powerful, he had never played with women. The only woman he had ever publicly admitted to being involved with was his fiancée, Selene Lynn. No one had ever heard that Sebastian actually had a wife in South City. Sebastian had one arm around the woman in the video, and her expression remained unchanged. The gossip mongers on the Internet felt that this woman's face was like a dead mouse that did not feel the cold half an hour ago. However, when they looked at Sabrina again this time, they suddenly understood what it meant to remain calm in the face of adversity and what it meant to remain humble when you were at the top of the pyramid.

“We’ll talk.” She hesitated, clearly wanting to argue, then wiped her face and straightened. “Fine. But don’t disappear again.” She left without another word. Sebastian waited until the door closed. “You’re running out of room to keep doing that.” “I know,” I replied. “And yet,” he said, clapping me lightly on the shoulder, “you keep doing it.” By evening, I found myself outside the building where Serena had been getting ready. She stepped out a few minutes later, perfectly styled, the image of someone meant to be seen. For half a second, my breath caught.