Serena Van Der Woodsen Novels & Stories

“And this—this is the other investor I mentioned. Serena Morales, President of E.A. Corporation.” Serena rose, smoothing the crease of her jacket. Her voice was even, polite. “Mr. Vanderbilt.” Her gaze then flicked to the woman beside him. “Ms. Reinaldi.” Her tone carried no edge, but the measured restraint in her words was unmistakable. Alexander inclined his head slightly, his face a mask of courtesy. He and Chiara took their seats across from Serena, the table between them spanning barely four feet—a fragile distance that seemed far smaller beneath the weight of their shared history.

Daisy was already screaming, completely unfiltered, while Corren and Merrick watched with composed satisfaction. “Look at that reception,” the second commentator said, laughing slightly. “She’s not just a player anymore. She’s a phenomenon.” Cassienne took her seat. Headset on. Hands steady. Then the screen shifted. Her opponent appeared. CODE NAME: VYRAX A female player. She's tall, with sharp features. Her hair pulled into a tight braid, her expression cold and unreadable. “She’s undefeated so far,” the commentator continued. “Three matches. Three wins. And both were good.”

'Everything is falling into place! She didn’t have time to think. She was only focused on herself and what she could gain by putting Serena down. “Mr. Vander, what a coincidence that you are here.” Vanessa pointed at Serena. “That woman is claiming she’s your daughter. The nerve—the audacity—the stupidity of using your family’s name!” As she spoke, her gaze fell on the woman walking behind Sterling Vander. She gulped. 'Why does this woman look like Serena?' Before she could piece it together, Silas Vander stepped forward. His handsome face quickly took her breath away.

At least, out of all the women he'd ever met, only Vera could compete with her. However, Vera always had a stern expression that made her look like a block of ice. She was too unapproachable. On the contrary, Serena was like a fiery ball of passion who sent sparks with every flutter of her eyelashes. It was impossible to resist her. She was the downfall of every man.

She had been mistaken for one of the countless women seeking a personal audience with the elusive CEO. Determined not to let the misunderstanding derail her, Serena maintained her composure. Flashing a polite but firm smile, she responded, “I’m Ava Alvarez, Mr. Vanderbilt’s interior designer. I need to clarify a few details with him before visiting his property today. Could you kindly check if he has ten minutes available?” The receptionist hesitated, skepticism flickering in her eyes. She scanned Serena’s appearance, noting her calm demeanor and professional attire. After a brief pause, she picked up the phone and made a call.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

"Miss Lloyd?" Seeing the newcomer, Vincent was momentarily stunned. Anyone who followed the financial news in South City would recognize the elegant and beautiful woman before them. It was the one and only Serena Lloyd—the CEO of the Lloyd Corporation. Due to the lack of system updates, Liam's spouse was still listed as Serena. When Vincent made the phone call earlier, he had wondered how Liam's spouse shared the same name as the president of the Lloyd Corporation. However, he never imagined that Liam's wife would actually be Serena.

It was sharp, almost mocking, like he was trying to push the words away. “You are kidding,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “You have to be kidding. You look nothing like the Serena I know. Nothing at all. The Serena I remember was quiet. Shy. She had long hair and always looked down when she spoke. She was… she was the woman who disappeared without a word. You… You are Elena Voss. The businesswoman. The one who turned down every offer I made. You can’t be her. This is some kind of joke. Or are they testing me right now.” he started looking around the place.

she said "But I'm not, I want to get rid of this child, I'm not ready to be a mother and there's no way I'll give birth to the child of my captor" Amira said "My lady, with all due respect speak no more. You will be just the perfect mother for this innocent child. Do not punish the child for the sins of the father, besides your wedding is just by the corner" Selina preached

Beau points out bluntly, but the King was far convinced. "But she wasn't forced to do it. It was her urge that drove her to touch me like that!" Caius chuckles, unable to hold his thoughts any longer. "This is a major development, Beau! Maybe the next time I provoke her, she'll end up fucking me out of anger." "I don't think..." Beau got silenced halfway from the way he felt the King's dreadful gaze swallow him. "You were saying?" "The Luna is an uptight woman. She doesn’t break rules, so I'm merely trying to point out that it's tricky to keep on approaching her using different ways."