Semua Bab Dumped by Ex , I married his Uncle : Bab 1 - Bab 10

“ And where are you coming from young lady ,her stepmother - Sandra stopped her . “Don’t you dare take another step!on your knees ,now “. Serena froze staring at Sandra . She couldn’t understand why she’s ready to punish her . “Making a scene at Jake’s place huh?trying to kill someone right ? You even want to break the engagement ? How dare you ! Then she pulled out a long whip ,her face hard with anger , and brought down on Serena’s back multiple times . Pain shot through Serena but she bit back a scream. “He cheated on me “, she yelled back through gritted teeth. “ All men have mistresses , the marriage stands! Serena if you call of this wedding I will have no choice but to stop the health treatment of your grand parents. Am not some philanthropist that waste money.” At the mention of this ,Serena broke down . Her grandparents is all she had left in the whole world. When she didn’t respond,Sandra thought that she has carved in . “ tomorrow you will crawl back and beg

Serena stood in front of the full-length mirror, her fingers tightening around the fabric of the gown Ben had chosen for her. The deep crimson silk draped over her curves ,the plunging neckline daring and provocative. She had asked for power now she had to prove she could handle it. Ben’s voice echoed in her mind from earlier that evening. "You want to be in my world, Serena? Then show me you belong here. Tonight, you’re not just my date you’re my statement. Every woman in that room will want to be you, and every man will wish they had you. If you fail, you walk away from this deal, and I won’t lift a finger to help you again." She had scoffed at his arrogance at the time, but now, as she stepped into the grand ballroom of the Blackwood estate, she felt the weight of his challenge. The event was a gathering of the city’s elite billionaires, heiresses, politicians, and models draped in designer gowns that cost more than most people’s yearly salaries. And at the center of it all, Be

Serena’s heart hammered in her chest, a mix of fear and an odd thrill she couldn't quite shake. The air between them seemed to crackle, thick with tension. She had always known there was something off about Ben, something calculating in the way he looked at her, in the way he moved through life. But hearing him say those words, so casually, as if everything everything was part of a game, made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.She swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of control. “What does that mean?” she asked, her voice steady despite the storm of questions swirling in her mind. “What do you want from me?”Ben’s smirk never wavered. He set his glass down on the marble table with a soft clink, his gaze never leaving hers. “What I want,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “isn’t something you’ll understand just yet. But it’s coming, Serena. It’s always been coming.”She took a step back, her instincts screaming to run, but something kept her rooted to the spot.

Serena stood motionless for a long moment, her thoughts swirling. What had she gotten herself into? Every instinct screamed at her to run, to flee, to escape this gilded cage Ben had placed her in.But where could she go? What would she even do?The cold reality of her situation settled over her like a heavy blanket. This was her life now. The only question was how she would survive it—and what she would become in the process.As the nanny set the tray down on the table beside her, Serena sat down, her body trembling slightly. Serena’s chest rose and fell in anger, her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. The broken plate lay in shattered pieces at her feet, remnants of the meal she had refused to eat scattered across the floor. Her stomach twisted with hunger, but she refused to give in. She would rather starve than let Ben think he had won.The cook, an older woman with a worried expression, hesitated before leaving the room. She knew better than to cross Ben, an

A dull ache throbbed in Serena’s head as she slowly blinked her eyes open. The harsh white lights above her made her wince, and she realized she wasn’t in her room. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled her nose, and the soft beep of a heart monitor echoed in the quiet space.Where am I?She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her to stay still. Then, as her vision cleared, her gaze landed on a figure slumped beside her bed.Ben.Serena’s heart skipped a beat.He was sitting on the chair, his elbows propped on the hospital bed, his head resting on his folded arms. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, his usual sharp appearance somewhat undone. His suit jacket had been tossed carelessly over the chair, his tie loosened, and the top buttons of his shirt undone.He looked… exhausted.Did he stay here all night?Serena’s lips parted slightly, her emotions in turmoil. This wasn’t the Ben she knew—the cold, ruthless man who seemed to enjoy controlling her li