All Chapters of Their Serenity (A Reverse Harem): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Sofia.After threatening the trio with a complete ban on sexy time unless they let me head downstairs to help Mama with breakfast, I descended the stairs with a victorious smile. The smell of coffee and fresh bread filled the kitchen, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over the wooden dining table, where plates of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and fresh fruit were already set out. The comforting sounds of my family moving around the house created a harmony I hadn’t realized I needed so badly after these last few days.Giovanni, my father, stood by the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced ease, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Haven’t lost my touch, have I?" he mused, glancing over his shoulder. Mama swatted him playfully on the arm as she poured fresh orange juice into a row of glasses. "If I let you think that, you’ll get too confident," she teased before turning to me with a warm smile, her eyes

Author's POV.The villa hummed with life as the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, casting golden hues over the sprawling gardens. Inside, the kitchen was a chaotic but joyful mess of fresh ingredients, laughter, and the unmistakable warmth of family.Sofia stood at the center of it all, apron tied snugly around her waist, a wooden spoon in hand as she stirred a fragrant sauce. The scent of garlic and herbs filled the air, mingling with the sound of clinking pots and the occasional exasperated sigh from Nonna as she chastised Luca for sneaking bites before dinner was ready."Luca, if you eat all the pancetta now, there will be nothing left for the Carbonara!" Nonna scolded, swatting his hand away with a dish towel.Luca, grinning like a child caught red-handed, held up his hands in surrender. "Nonna, I’m just making sure it’s seasoned properly!""Mmmhmm," Sofia drawled, smirking as she passed her brother a small bowl of olives. "Here, occupy yourself with this before she kicks you

Sofia.The warmth of their bodies cocooned me, their steady breaths a lullaby against my skin. Dawn’s light seeped through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the tangled sheets, but my body still thrummed from the night before—achingin the best fucking way.I stretched lazily, muscles deliciously sore, feeling the weight of Nikolai’s arm draped possessively over my waist, the slow press of Nial’s lips against the back of my neck, the heavy warmth of Nadei’s leg tangled with mine. They had ruined me. Again. And still, a lingering throb pulsed between my thighs, insatiable as ever.A smirk tugged at my lips. Nadei had once called me greedy. He wasn’t wrong.I shifted, just slightly, just enough to tease, pressing back against Nial’s hardening length, knowing exactly what that would do to him. A sleepy groan rumbled from his chest, his fingers twitching against my hip.“Troublemaker,” he muttered, voice thick with sleep.“Always,” I whispered, dripping with faux innocence.The

Arsen.Pain was a constant.It pulsed through every nerve, seeping into my bones, a cruel reminder that I was still alive. My body felt like it had been through a meat grinder, and honestly, it probably had, over and over again. The cold floor beneath me was slick with something warm—blood, mine or someone else’s, I couldn’t tell but I was cold, too cold for my liking.I fought to keep my eyes open, to stay conscious. But the weight of exhaustion and pain dragged at me, whispering for me to let go. To stop trying to reach for my son. History was cruel for repeating itself in such a comical way, however, this time I was the one on the receiving end. I was the one being tortured. I was the one that knives dug into their skin. I was the one that begged for their life.My piece of shit of a father would have laughed at me. He would have scolded me for being a weakling. For not being strong enough to keep my son safe but what did he know about family? He made me kill at the ripe age of eig

Sofia.The car ride was too quiet for my liking.Smoke and blood clung to my clothes, thick and suffocating. The scent of cordite was still sharp in my nose, like I had been branded by the fight we’d just survived. Alexei slept in my lap, small and fragile, his tiny hands curled into the fabric of my jacket with a desperate grip. Like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go.His breathing was uneven, little tremors running through his body. I kept running my fingers through his hair, whispering soft reassurances even though he was too far gone in exhaustion to hear them.Arsen was in the backseat, and I couldn’t look back.I couldn’t handle seeing him like that. Couldn’t handle the silence.Nikolai was beside him, pressing a wad of gauze to the worst of his wounds. He wasn’t talking, but I saw the way his hands shook slightly—how his jaw clenched tight, like he was barely holding something together. Nadei was driving, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Nial sat in the front pa