Rest well son

Serena watched impassively as the doctor tended to Damian, her mind racing with a mixture of triumph and bitter resentment. After all these years, her carefully constructed web of lies had finally come to light.

Elizabeth. The mere thought of that name sent a spike of pure venom through Serena’s heart. Her sister, the golden child of their father, and the beloved wife of Richard Blackwood. The woman who had stolen Serena’s chance at a life of luxury and privilege.

Serena’s lips curled into a sardonic smile as she recalled the cruel twists of fate that had shaped her destiny. While Elizabeth had married the dashing, wealthy heir, she had been forced to settle for an aging man. She could have been satisfied if he was rich, but he wasn’t. He was just a poor old man. Status, luxury— those were all she had always craved with a desperation that bordered on madness.

“If only you knew, Damian,” she murmured, her gaze fixed on her son’s pale, unconscious face. “If only you knew how much I hate