Serena Valentino Books Novels & Stories

“Fine. But tonight, you’ll have to play nice with me.” “Valentina, you go back first.” Valentina was released, stumbling slightly as she caught her balance. Her face was pale, her lips trembling as she stammered, “But, sister—what about you?” “I’ll be fine,” Serena replied curtly. Her voice was steady, but her eyes carried a warning. “And you—better explain why you came to this kind of place alone.” Valentina averted her gaze, guilt painting her features. She bit her lip but offered no explanation. Her real reason was something she couldn’t bring herself to admit: she’d come here hoping to catch a glimpse of someone she admired. Someone named Alexander Vanderbilt.

“Yeah, she used him to manipulate me, to force me into doing things I never wanted to do.” “Like, sleeping with that guy?” He clenched his jaw. “No, I never slept with Victor. I was only trying to seduce him to fool him enough so I could do what I needed to do,” I replied, my heart beating even faster that I was getting closer to telling him about the other part of me. “What you needed to do?” He repeated as he sat back down on the couch. “This is getting a bit confusing, Linda.” I nodded, understanding him. I sat down on the other couch and flashed him a sad smile. “Before going further, I not only did that to Victor but also to another CEO. His name was Carrington.”

It was so hard for me not to give him a smile. "We all heard what happened to Arlene Majestic, or, in more clear words, how she tried ending her life. Today we are called again to reopen the case because her sister Luna Serena claims Arlene didn’t take the poison, but somebody else fed it to her. Although we respect Serena and think she will never purposely want to waste our time, we still believe Arlene is the only one to blame. She had a rough life and didn’t want to proceed, so she thought ending her life will put her and everybody around her out of the misery that she has caused for them," Valdman insensitively spoke about someone who was a victim of many crimes. If only these counselors

Just the two of us. My phone buzzed one more time. A message from Lysander. I turned off the lights. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new opportunities, new adventures. But tonight, I was contented, I was at peace with my choices and grateful for what I had. I was Serena Vaughn, a CEO, a mother and a survivor. And I was exactly where I was meant to be. THE END

He comes back late, smelling like cigars. I'm not allowed to leave. Bodyguards are stationed outside the penthouse. When I tried to go for a walk on day two, one of them blocked my path. ‘Boss's orders, Mrs. Valentino. You stay inside.’ Mrs. Valentino. The name makes me want to scream. I can't call my friends. My phone is gone. My old life is erased. I'm a stupid cage in the name of marriage. Sofia visits on day four. She brings books and tries to make conversation, but I can barely focus. She tells me about her life, about growing up with Dante, about their mother's death. I listen, but it all feels distant.

He didn’t answer. “You’re too late,” I said then. “Dante already knows, he isn’t just protecting a wife, he’s protecting an empire. The Fernandez vaults, the shipping lanes and the legacy. Serena isn’t a bride…she’s a key.” Victor exhaled slowly. “If Romano proves it…” “He won’t,” I said. “Not if you act first.” Victor stared at the phone in his hand, then made the call. “ I need you to find every scrap of paper, every witness, and every memory related to who Serena Romano .”

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

For a moment, the room was still. Then Lady Velyn whispered, “If you are who you claim, prove it. Tell us something only she would know.” Serina smiled faintly. “You have a scar behind your left ear. You got it the night your husband caught you sneaking letters to your sister. You told him it was from a fall.” Velyn’s breath hitched. “No one knows that.” “I was your queen,” Serina said. “I knew everything.” The table fell silent again not out of fear this time, but recognition.

One by one. Her breath caught. This shouldn’t be possible. She was not Vane bloodline. She was Sergio. Yet the system didn’t seem to agree. Or worse— it didn’t care. The door began to open slowly. A cold gust of air escaped from within, carrying a sterile, ancient scent that didn’t belong to any part of the mansion she had seen before. Valerie stepped forward instinctively, then stopped herself. Her instincts screamed at her again. This was the point of no return.