Why Does Serena Need A Lawyer Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Mr Henry won't vouch for you marrying a woman of lower status. We do have other options for women from higher statuses but they all have a grudge against you. They could use this to their advantage.” I nodded. “You have a point, but can Serena be trusted?” Austin answered. “After staying faithful to Adrian Whitmore for eight years, that's the last thing to be worried about.” I stared at Austin for a long time before heaving a sigh and rising from the chair. * * * Meanwhile Serena Cole was busy admiring the beautiful lilies in the garden. It made her think of Adrian, and her hand instinctively went to her belly. Tears stung her eyes but she reminded herself not to cry. Somehow, she'd find a

After a few minutes of no response, I was about to knock again but the door opened halfway revealing Serena. "What do you want," she questioned in a dry tone, keeping a guarded face. "I....look I realised I was wrong so I came to apologize," "Stop the acting I'm not a baby, I know the game you're trying to play," Serena raged at me. "What games, I'm just trying to apologize sincerely, " "Why because your father threatened you again," Her words shocked me as I wondered how she knew about that. "​"Oh, please spare me the rehearsed apology, we both know the only reason you’re standing here is because you’re terrified of losing your little throne."Her words were becoming very insulting.

“Tomorrow, my lawyer and I are meeting Serena at the family attorney’s office. All the documents are ready.” Evalina took a deep breath. “And you’re ready for the consequences?” “If it means I can finally live without pretending, then yes. I’m ready.” Evalina looked at him for a long moment, then nodded. “I believe in you, Hunter.” Elsewhere, Serena called one of her assistants. “Make sure all the properties under my name aren’t removed from the agreement list. I won’t walk out of that house empty-handed.” “As long as you still plan to attend tomorrow’s meeting—”

She looked completely out of place in the dirty, noisy visiting room. "Serena!" Maya cried into the phone, her voice frantic and high-pitched. Her face pressed close to the glass, leaving a smudge of oil from her forehead. "Thank God you came! You have to help me. The lawyers my dad hired are useless. They are saying that the evidence against us is too strong. You have to get me out of this horrible place!" Serena slowly pulled off her sunglasses, revealing a cold, distant expression. Her eyes didn't hold a single drop of sympathy.

Serena’s pov I walked into my lawyer’s office with my pulse hammering in my ears. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t guilt. It was the weight of everything that was about to begin. The door clicked shut behind me. My lawyer, Marissa Cole, stood from her desk immediately. “Serena. Sit. We have a lot to go through.” I sat, inhaling sharply. “I’m ready.” “You say that,” she replied, sliding a thick folder toward me, “but this is going to be ugly. He hired Philip Garnett.”

Because you of all people know that it’s not yet time for me to reveal myself to the public. I sighed. "Fair enough." Serena picked up her handbag from the chair. "Did you notify our lawyers?" I asked. "Yes. They're already working on it." "Good. I want Juliana served before sunrise tomorrow. Lawsuit. Restraining order. Everything." A cold smile crossed Serena's face. "Already done. She'll receive them first thing in the morning." "Good." Serena opened her bag and pulled out a long blonde wig. She tugged it on over her dark hair until every strand was covered.

Vivienne looked at her. “How do you know,” she said. “Because your father walked into fourteen months of meetings with a recording device in his pocket and said almost nothing while documenting everything,” Sera said. “And you built an eighteen-month legal case from grief and incomplete information and still got close enough to matter.” She paused. “You will be available. It is the only thing either of you has ever been when it counted.” Vivienne sat with that. Then she said something Sera had not expected.

Serena assumed Claudia wasn't convinced enough, so she went on, “I already have a plan. I am going to ruin Arabella in a way that she’d never make a comeback unlike five years ago.” Claudia's phone buzzed. She picked up her phone again, slowly scrolling through the texts, completely ignoring them. Serena’s eyes reddened in anger, her knuckles clenched so hard it turned white. She hated being ignored, hated not having the upper hand—everything Claudia was doing to her. But she needed her help to get her freedom back and don't have to leave the country or her career behind. “Double Murder. Solicitation of murder. Conspiracy to commit murder. Obstruction of Justice. Tampering with evidence. Ill

My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth might crack, the muscle jumping beneath my beard as I forced myself to breathe slowly through my nose. This was for Luna. I was here for Luna, not for my pride or my anger or the jealousy eating through my chest. My daughter needed both her parents. Needed stability and calm and adults who could put aside their hurt to do what was right for her. Even if sitting across from my wife—my soon-to-be ex-wife—while another man's arm rested behind her shoulders made me want to flip this entire table and demand everyone leave so I could talk to her alone. "Shall we begin?" Sera's lawyer's voice was professional, pulling a folder from her briefcase and settin