Serena Valentino Books In Order Novels & Stories

“I used everything I could to get what I want. That is what power is darling. You will learn. You are my blood. My legacy. You belong with me.” Dante’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. The urge to cross the room and end Victor right there was almost overwhelming. His vision narrowed. The crowd around him faded. All he saw was Victor’s hand on Serena’s arm. But Serena’s earlier look held him back. She was playing the game. She was the queen. He had to trust her strategy even as every fiber of his being screamed to protect her. Serena stood tall. Her red dress made her look like fire in the middle of the glittering room. “I am not your legacy. I am not your prize. I am my own woman. And

Chapter 4 Solana peeked at the door after hearing Zent’s voice the next morning while he was talking to someone on his smartphone. So he still had not left? What a miracle. His world usually revolved around his manager, the same woman who had practically thrown the bitter truth in her face—that something was going on between them whenever they were together. But now, that woman was already Zent’s mistress because he was married to her.

**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?”

But it wasn't water I needed. it was time. A lie. A way out. Because the man on the balcony. He knew me. Not as Damien Alaric bride. But as Serena Vale the girl who ran. The girl who sold paintings on sidewalks. The girl who disappeared from a life she never wanted. He couldn't be here. He shouldn't be here. But he saw me. And worse - I saw the look in his eyes. Recognition. Leverage. And maybe revenge. Damien moved behind me slowly.

Her growls rolled up the staircase like thunder, even making me a little scared. “Shut that fucking dog up,” Serena snarled. “Leave her alone,” I shot back, heat rising in my chest. “She won’t stop because she senses danger. Maybe because you’re pointing a fucking knife at me.” Serena tilted her head, studying me with this cold, hollow expression. “Valentina,” she whispered as if my name personally offended her. “You were supposed to help me. You were supposed to understand.” “I did understand! God, I’m literally trying to help you! You’re the one trying to kill me!”

She knew that Alexander didn’t recognize Serena’s true identity and exploited that fact in the cruelest way possible. Valentina hadn’t just wanted Serena gone—she wanted her shattered. To be betrayed by the man she loved, discarded like nothing, and left to rot in humiliation. But she had miscalculated. Back in her bedroom, Serena lay undisturbed, her breathing soft and even. She hadn’t tossed. Hadn’t cried. She hadn’t even dreamed. Sleep claimed her without resistance—pure, uninterrupted, and heavy as stone. Valentina had wanted devastation. What she got was peace.