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Serena And then the edges of everything softened. The light went wrong and the machines hummed like distant thunder. I clung to his hand until my fingers loosened and the last thought that fluttered through was a single stupid, aching gratitude, that I had not been completely alone. The rest was a slow, beautiful nothing—a darkness that smelled faintly of leather and rain and the remembered weight of a small, sleeping body. When I slipped away, it was into the steady press of another person’s promise

Curvy Fate in Velvet Chains Chapter 20: The Revelation Dante watched from across the crowded gala ballroom as Victor Marchetti’s hand closed around Serena’s arm. The sight sent a surge of raw fury through him so intense it nearly blinded him. His blood boiled hot in his veins. His hand instinctively moved toward the concealed weapon at his side. He was ready to strike. Ready to cross the room in seconds and end this here and now in front of every powerful person in the city. Victor touching what was his. Victor speaking to her like she belonged to him. It was too much. Too personal. The man had already taken so much from their family. He would not take Serena.

“It’s Victor… with everything going with that woman Malia and then him being adopted before we even had a proper chance to talk. I thought what we had meant something. But he brought her here like it was nothing.” Serena sat beside her and took her hand, playing the perfect supportive sister. “I’m so sorry. You deserve better than this pain. Mamma would have hated seeing you like this.” She pulled Valentina into a gentle hug, murmuring comforting words. “You’re not alone. I’m here.” Valentina cried softly against her shoulder, completely unaware she was being comforted by an imposter. Later that afternoon, Serena slipped into Romano’s study while the real Sofia was resting upstairs. Romano l

Serena: "When are you going to accept me?" I asked him as he shrugged into his black jacket, adjusting it comfortably while sitting beside me on the bench. The alpha before me looked excited for the night. He was the only son of Alpha Crane of The Iron Fang Pack. He was supposed to have his official crowning when he turned 23 but that would be another three years. "It'll take time. Why do you always bring it up when I am in a good mood?" His irritation was evident. But I needed to know if I was holding onto false hope or if this was leading somewhere.

Hello reader! I want to take this opportunity to thank you for getting this far into the story. I should have mentioned this in the beginning but it's never to late to do so, right? The book has four parts. We have already gotten through part 1: Helena's Contract and we have four more to follow. A brief overview: Part 1: Helena's Contract Part 2: The Italian Belle Part 3: The English Affair Part 4: Tainted Bloodline

" Yes bro. C'mon Milo. Take care and be down for dinner okay? Don't lock yourself up in your room, okay? "Okay. I'll be in my bathroom thenx I stood up and left for the bathroom. "Milo, is he going to be okay? " I don't know but I hope so. C'mon , let's go" I went into the shower cubicle and switched on the shower. I sat on the floor and let the water pour on me. My head is so full and heavy. I have a lot on my mind. My wedding is in a week time and Rosa is shattered. Nothing is going as planned. Why wasn't I able to figure out Serena's next move? Serena has been following Rosa and I in other to get the clarification she needed to strike and strike at once. She did kill two birds with one st

I was almost to the hallway—almost free—when a soft hand caught my wrist. “Serene?” I froze. Valencia. She was right in front of me, ivory silk and perfect makeup, eyes wide with something that might be concern. Or pity. “We need to talk,” she whispers urgently, glancing around. “Julian told me everything. We have a plan but we need to talk. Come with me—now—before Nicholas—” Her sentence cut off. Because behind me, footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. Nicholas’s voice slid over my skin like ice water. “Running away again, babygirl?” I turned.

My private phone, the one Nikolai had gotten for me two weeks ago, had about ten messages and five missed calls; Rafael, Nikolai, Lila, and my mother. What the fuck happened again? I opened X instinctively and the first headline I saw made my blood run cold. ‘NIKOLAI VETROV HAD HER FIRST: HOW SERENA VALE WENT FROM VETROV’S SHADOW LOVER TO MORETTI’S ARM CANDY’ The article was brutal.

The book was published in March, on a morning that was cold and grey in the way March mornings were. Serena stood in her study and didn't know what to do with her hands. It was not a small, quiet book. There was no possibility of it being small or quiet — not with what was in it, not with the years that sat behind it. It arrived the way things arrived when they were long overdue. With a weight that people recognised before they could explain why. As though they had been waiting for something without knowing they were waiting, and here it finally was.

By the time anyone figured out the truth, the damage would already be done. She leaned back, sipping wine, the screen's glow reflecting in her eyes. > “You wanted to play with fire, Serena? Let’s see how you handle the burn.” --- Damien’s Penthouse – Next Morning Neither of them had slept. Serena sat at the edge of the couch, blanket around her shoulders, scrolling in silence. Damien stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, shirt rumpled, his jaw clenched as he read headline after headline. > “FAKE LOVE: Serena Vale’s Rise Built on Lies”