Lucas stood tall, his gaze unwavering as he stepped onto the stage, the applause of the crowd roaring in his ears. The lights were bright, and the weight of the moment hit him like a wave. Today marked the beginning of something monumental—he was officially contesting for the presidency.The announcement had sent shockwaves through the country. Lucas Voss, son of the powerful and respected billionaire, was now a political contender. His father had been a pillar of the nation, his wealth and influence unmatched. The Voss family’s legacy stretched across industries, but Lucas had something his father didn’t—the will to change the country for the better. He wasn’t just inheriting a position; he was determined to earn it through his own merit, his own ideals.And standing by his side, supporting him every step of the way, was Serena. The love of his life, his partner, his strength. Together, they had overcome so much, and now, they were standing at the precipice of something even bigg
The nation watched as Lucas Voss, son of a powerful dynasty, took the stage as President-elect. The weight of the moment settled over him, but it wasn't just the political journey that had led him here—it was the unwavering love and support of the woman by his side. Serena, his rock, his everything.The media had tried to tear them apart. Attacks on their family, on their children, had become an almost daily ritual. They'd even questioned the paternity of their daughter, Luciana, who, in certain angles, bore a striking resemblance to Serena’s ex-husband. But Lucas never flinched. His love for Serena was unshakable, and no amount of media pressure would make him question that.Serena, although occasionally battling insecurities, never let the public scrutiny define her. She had come so far from the uncertainty of her past, and now, standing next to her husband on the cusp of a new chapter, she felt nothing but pride. Pride in him, in their family, in the love they shared. Their two
Serena and Lucas stood in the soft glow of morning sunlight, their home filled with the peaceful hum of a family in love. The gentle warmth of the day seeped through the curtains, kissing their faces as they stood together in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in Lucas’s hand, and a gentle smile on Serena’s lips. Her fingers rested lightly on her growing belly. She was expecting their third child, and despite the many obstacles they had faced in the past, everything felt right now.The future was theirs, and for the first time in a long while, it felt as if they were exactly where they were meant to be.Serena glanced over at their twins.Lucian and Luciana, now four years old, sat together on the living room floor. Their matching curly hair and striking resemblance made it impossible for anyone to tell them apart at first glance. But their personalities? Completely different.Lucian, more quiet and thoughtful, often sat back and observed, trying to make sense of the world around him. Hi
Serena had always believed that a second chance at love could fix everything. After all, wasn’t that what she had with Lucas? The man who had promised to stand by her through every storm, every challenge? They were building something beautiful, a family, a life. But the unexpected had a way of creeping into their perfect world.It started with the pregnancy. The complications.At first, everything seemed like it was going smoothly. Serena had always been strong, and though she was older now, she felt that familiar glow. But soon, that joy started to fray at the edges. Serena began experiencing bouts of nausea that wouldn’t subside, severe fatigue, and a sharp, constant pain that gnawed at her every day. She pushed through, convinced that everything would be fine. After all, her body had been through so much already. How much more could she endure?But then, one afternoon, the pain grew unbearable.Serena found herself doubled over in pain, gasping for breath, her hands clutching a
The house had grown too quiet. Not the peaceful silence that signaled rest after a long day… but the heavy, suffocating kind that made every sound of the ticking clock feel like a warning. A house that once echoed with laughter, kisses, and stories from the twins now sounded like it had secrets stuffed between the walls. Lucas hadn’t been home in four days. At first, Serena told herself it was nothing. Maybe a campaign retreat. Maybe security concerns. Maybe he just needed space. But she had known this man in ways no one else had. She knew the tempo of his breathing when he was overwhelmed. She knew the slump in his shoulders when his heart was weary. And she knew now—he was avoiding her. Even when he came back, it felt like a stranger had walked into the house wearing her husband’s skin. He’d barely glance at her. There was no soft teasing, no reaching for her hand under the dinner table. Just silence. Ice-cold and distant. He had even stopped kissing the twins goodnight. It sha
The clinic smelled like sterile cotton and fear. Serena had worn a simple black coat, large sunglasses, and tied her curls under a scarf. No one could recognize her—she made sure of it. This wasn’t about press or reputation. This was about truth. Dr. Tilda met her in the private ward, a comforting presence in soft lavender scrubs and a tone that said, I won’t ask questions I’m not ready to answer. Samples were taken. Blood, hair strands, DNA swabs from both twins—gathered carefully while the children thought it was a game. Serena smiled through it all, but inside, she was crumbling. “I’ll rush the results,” Tilda promised gently. “You’ll have them within a week.” Serena nodded. “Thank you. And Tilda…” “Yes?” “If… if anything seems odd. Even slightly. Tell me. I don’t care how crazy it sounds.” The doctor gave her a long look. “You’ll get the truth, Serena. One way or another.” Back home, Lucas still hadn’t returned. He had sent a single message: “Work emergency. Might be gon
The envelope was white. Plain. Unassuming. But it weighed a thousand pounds in her hand. Serena sat alone in the study, the twins at school, her youngest with the nanny, and Lucas… nowhere. He hadn’t returned home in ten days. No calls. No explanations. Just silence—and distance wide enough to swallow her whole. She opened the envelope with fingers that wouldn’t stop trembling. The words blurred at first, like the page rejected her presence. But then they came into focus: "Genetic analysis confirms partial genetic similarity between child and subject 'Luciano M.'—indicating a common ancestral link within second to third cousin range." She read it three times before the weight of it hit her chest. She hadn’t cheated. She hadn’t lied. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Yet the faces of her children—their resemblance to a man she once loved—had set fire to everything she’d built. She stared into the mirror across the room, trying to find the woman she once was. The confident wife.
The night felt like it would never end. The silence was thick with unsaid words, with feelings left to simmer in the dark corners of the house. Serena stood in front of the large mirror in her walk-in closet, staring at the reflection of the woman she used to recognize. A mother. A wife. Someone who once had a life perfectly crafted in the image of success and love.Now, she didn’t know who she was anymore.Her phone buzzed against the marble countertop, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was an email from a well-known political consultant. Her name had been circulating, not as the wife of a famous businessman but as a woman of her own merit. The message was straightforward:"Serena, we’ve followed your efforts. The work you’ve been doing with the community is remarkable. You have what it takes to run for a Senate seat. We want you to consider a partnership, an exclusive contract to handle your campaign strategy."Her heart beat louder in her chest. Was she ready to step into the
The night air was crisp, and the city’s skyline sparkled with the glow of neon lights. Serena stood at the window of her penthouse, staring out at the world she had once tried so hard to fit into. Her life, her journey, had been anything but ordinary, and she had built it from the ground up. Yet, no matter how many mountains she climbed, the shadows of her past always seemed to loom, threatening to pull her back into the dark. But tonight, tonight was different.Tonight, Lucian had planned a surprise birthday party for their daughter, Chloe. The media had buzzed about it for days, and though Serena hadn’t known the full details, she could already feel the tension mounting. Lucian, with his charm and political ties, had made the grand gesture—inviting all the right people, making sure the event would be covered by the press. It was supposed to be a moment of redemption, a way to publicly restore his image. But there was something deeper at play tonight, something Serena couldn’t ignor
It had been days since the media frenzy surrounding the scandal had calmed, but Serena's heart had yet to catch up with the peace the world thought she had found. Her thoughts remained a storm of confusion, betrayal, and reluctant understanding. She had rebuilt herself, brick by brick, while the world watched. But now, a message had arrived, one she never expected—one she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.Lucian’s apology.It came unexpectedly, the message piercing through the silence she had grown used to. Serena had been sitting at her office desk, the weight of her responsibilities settling on her shoulders like an unrelenting storm, when the notification flashed across her phone.“I know I’ve failed you. I hurt you in ways I’ll never be able to forgive myself for. But I want you to know how deeply sorry I am, and I’m asking you, Serena, for a chance to make it right. Please, let me prove to you that I can be the man you deserve.”Serena’s breath caught in her throat. His words,
Serena sat in front of her vanity mirror, staring at her reflection, the weight of the past few days pressing heavily on her shoulders. She hadn’t slept properly in days. The rumors, the whispers, the allegations—everything felt like a storm that never stopped battering her. It wasn’t just the media that was tearing her down. It was the pain in her heart, the unrelenting feeling of betrayal, and the realization that everything she had built could be crumbling before her eyes.Her fingers trembled as she picked up her phone. The headlines blared at her like flashing lights in a dark room. Serena Voss: Unfaithful Wife. Scandal Shakes Political Family. Lucian Voss to Remarry after Family Scandal. Her Ex-Boyfriend: The Truth Behind the Affair. The social media comments were even worse, calling her everything from a home-wrecker to a liar, questioning her loyalty as a wife and mother.She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Lucian hadn’t spoken to her since the public fallout, and ev
Serena had been up all night, her mind racing. She could no longer ignore the pieces of the puzzle that were slowly revealing themselves, each discovery harder to digest than the last. Jason’s phone call had given her the push she needed, and she had already traced a few threads herself. The truth, though, still eluded her.Now, Jason stood before her, his face grim. The information he had gathered wasn’t just shocking—it was destabilizing.“Serena,” he began, his voice low and measured, “you need to understand that what I’m about to tell you isn’t just about family. It’s about biology, about genetics. It’s about the unspoken truth of your bloodline.”She motioned for him to continue. The room felt small, suffocating. The air was thick with tension as he explained further.“The connection between you and your ex—it’s not merely a coincidence of fate. It’s genetic, and it's deeper than you could have imagined. Your family tree... it’s complicated. But I found something. A connection
Serena sat alone in her dimly lit office, her fingers trembling as they hovered above the desk. The phone had just gone dead, the silence filling the room with an eerie heaviness. Jason’s words echoed in her mind, like a hammer striking an anvil. Her ex. Her cousin. It was real. The bloodline, the connection, it wasn’t just some fleeting coincidence. She had known something had been off about her past, about her relationship with him. The attraction had been undeniable. But she had never questioned it, never thought to dig deeper. She had let herself fall into that dangerous comfort, that seemingly innocent nostalgia that washed over her whenever he was around. But now, everything had changed. Her ex—her cousin—was not just a figure from her past. He was family. Flesh and blood. The realization hit her with a brutal force, leaving her breathless. Her mind scrambled, trying to grasp the truth, but it felt like trying to hold water in her hands. The more she tried to make sense of it,
The next morning, headlines were ablaze. The entire country had something to say, and social media remained ruthless:“President’s Wife Savagely Silences Mistress!”“First Man Releases Statement, Socialite Exposed!”“Serena Voss: Unbothered, Unbreakable, Untouchable.”Serena became a quiet icon overnight—not because she shouted, but because she didn’t need to.And still, the war raged on.Luciana had become more vocal. More brash. Just like him.She interrupted her teachers, debated adults, and stared people down with an unsettling maturity.Sian, on the other hand, was quiet but dangerously perceptive. Always watching. Always gentle—but when he spoke, his words sliced through like a whisper wrapped in steel.Serena sat in her study, watching them from the glass window as they played. Her heart ached.“Why do they feel like strangers?”And as if fate were taunting her, Luciana threw a tantrum over a doll. The scream—the curling of her lip, the stomp—it was identical to his.Serena’s
Serena hadn’t planned to return home early.Her schedule had been packed with back-to-back briefings, state meetings, and a closed-door women’s leadership conference. But something that morning had felt off. Her chest had been tight since dawn, her instincts prickling like barbed wire beneath her skin.Maybe it was mother’s intuition. Maybe it was a woman's sixth sense.Whatever it was—it dragged her from her final meeting and straight home.The gates of the presidential residence were unusually open. And so were the arms of the man she had sacrificed everything for—her husband—Lucian.Because there, right in the middle of the stone-paved courtyard, surrounded by security agents and government aides, was Lucian.And in his arms… Amira.Her former best friend. The very woman who had once betrayed her.Serena’s heart stopped.Lucian wasn’t just speaking to her.He was kissing her.Slow. Public. Shameless.Amira’s hand was on his chest. His fingers tucked under her jaw. Serena’s lungs
Lucian Voss stood at the edge of his penthouse balcony, shirtless, cigarette burning between his fingers. The skyline of the city blinked in front of him like a warning—red lights, flickering buildings, the distant hum of chaos.But nothing matched the chaos in his chest.He’d seen the pictures.First on Twitter. Then in the tabloids. Then—God help him—in a viral video of Serena exiting a gala, her child nestled against her shoulder.The child.The one with his eyes.The one with his hair.He’d tried to ignore it. Told himself genetics weren’t that loud. Told himself Serena would never—But then came the whispers. The blogs. The articles with side-by-side photos of him and the baby girl with a caption that screamed:“Scandal: Did Serena Voss Have a Child With Her Ex?”His jaw clenched so tightly, he could taste iron.He wanted to defend her.He wanted to believe she was still the woman who once waited for him in the pouring rain, soaked and stubborn, demanding he fight for them.B
The clicks of camera shutters echoed like gunfire as Serena descended the stairs of the gala hall, wrapped in a floor-length emerald gown that shimmered under the chandeliers like a goddess reborn. Her smile was practiced, her back was straight, and her presence commanded the room—but inside, she was cracking in a thousand silent ways.Nathanial stood a few steps behind her, black suit sharp against his broad shoulders, his gaze sweeping the crowd with an alertness only someone who had seen danger up close could possess. To the world, he was her security detail. To Serena, he was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.“Senator Callahan, welcome!” a voice beamed as Serena extended her hand, exchanging air-kisses with political giants and old-money elites. She smiled through the ache. They saw glamour. They didn’t see the exhaustion behind her eyes, or the nights she cried into her pillow, clutching her newborn daughter—Liora—who looked so hauntingly like Lucian.Every curve