Serena Valentino Villains Series In Order Mga Nobela at Kwento

The perfect victim. Victoria stood beside her in a red power suit. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun. Her makeup was flawless. She held a small recording device in her hand. And Serena... Serena stood alone in the middle of the room. Her coat was open, showing her pregnant belly. Her face was flushed with anger. Her hands were clenched into fists. She looked exactly like what Victoria wanted her to look like. Unstable. Dangerous. Unfit to be a mother. I pressed record button on my phone and stayed hidden behind the door.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” “I thought you must have seen the news.” I arched an eyebrow at her, wondering what news she was speaking about. She hesitated, but still turned on her iPad and dropped it in front of me. The headlines had me going still. ‘SERENA VALE: GIRLFRIEND OF BOTH VETROV AND MORETTI HEIRS SLEEPING HER WAY TO THE TOP?’

She was drawn to the darkness, to the excitement, to the danger. And Stefano was the embodiment of all those things. He was the ultimate bad boy, the one who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. And for a moment, Serena had let her guard down, had let herself get caught up in his web of charm and deception. But she wouldn't make the same mistake again. She would keep her distance, would play the part, but she would never let herself fall for Stefano's charms again. She was determined to bring him down, to expose him for the monster he truly was.

His eyes blaze green. “NO!” I scream. Athea steps forward, smug. “You didn’t know?” “You whoring bitch?” my voice is a strangled whisper. Athea smirks. “Oh Serena, is there anyone I haven’t slept with?” She turns slowly. “Tristan. Thorne………... Lucas.” The chamber freezes making my voice shatter. “Is that a list or a conquest?” Athea only laughs. “Just the ones who mattered.”

the queen asked. "I don't think how I feel is of any importance." Evena answered. The queen laughed out loud. "You are very funny, aren't you Evena? The first thing you will learn here in Salvatore is to be polite. Now, let me rephrase my question, how do you feel about being here to serve me? And remember, don't lie because I will be able to tell." "I wasn't planning on lying. I hate it here in Salvatore, vampires make my skin crawl. I especially hate the fact that I am going to serve an heartless murderer like you." Evena replied bluntly.

She’s makes sure that I heard it clear but sad for her that I don’t really give a damn care. “What a bitch!” “A whore!” That is over the line. I walk back ready to kick them one by one when someone just block my way, It’s Evander. He’s facing the bitches and I am looking at his back. “Get rid of her. You all understand? She didn’t seduce me, end of the story so you better shut your fucking mouth if you don’t have something good to say” he stated in front of the bitches that suddenly walk out after Evander said those words.

she continue her lecture and I just buried my face on my hand like a solider that just lose a battle. can this guy take his eye off me he is chocking me already, I hate to be noticed. he pass me a note and I open to see what was inside "Be yourself" I smirk at him and tear the note into pieces before the bell rang and I left immediately. **Rosapearl** will Diane have Miller? is things going to go well between miller and Charlotte? will Jeffrey love Charlotte back? This people seems to be confusing us. ************************************************

Lira said, her eyes filled with guilt and sadness. "It is not true," I whimpered. "I know. I believe you, Serena. But everyone else is siding with Alpha Crane, and he offered Dad a large sum to get rid of you," she said, her words making my heart stop. "It's poisoned. Alpha Crane must have known there's some truth to your accusations. He wants you gone before his son's official crowning. Serena! This home is no longer safe for you," she spoke urgently, her voice trembling with fear.

I snapped my head up. A sight of a handsome face and a broad frame. Tall. Dark blond hair. And those eyes. Ice blue, colder than snow, looked at me with an unforgiving gaze. Jump back on my feet quickly. I pulled the knife from my side-slit dress and lunged at him. He dodged too easily. Blocking another attack with ease. It irritated me. “What’s happening, Sera?” Kael’s voice came through. “I’m surrounded by Ventura men, and Zavier Ventura is here,” I whispered.

Crime family names buried in the margins. The Vitale name came up again; Marco face went pale. This girl was not random. She was not some club dancer who wandered into the wrong penthouse by accident. Somebody had planted a history around her, or somebody had tried very hard to bury it. He shut the laptop halfway and stared at the dark screen reflection of his own face. What game are you playing? That was the question. Because if Sera was a victim, she was in deep. If she was a weapon, she was dangerous.