Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown novel Chapter 10

Aaron furrowed his brow.

How could Serena possibly be in Northspire? Her relationship with her family was strained at best.

Picking up his phone, Aaron dialed the number for Rosewood Gardens.

"Is Serena there?" he asked.

The voice on the other end belonged to Olivia, who had been with the Vance family for over two decades.

Without hesitation, she replied, "Yes."

Aaron narrowed his eyes.

It seemed Victor had indeed been mistaken.

He hung up the phone and sent a message back to Victor.

[Serena is at Rosewood Gardens.]

Victor responded with a series of question marks.

Could it be?

Was the woman he saw really Miss Sullivan?

Does Miss Sullivan have a twin sister?

Aaron's second message quickly followed.

[Finished the meeting with William? What did he say?]

Victor snapped back into work mode: [Mr. Grayson was very pleased. He said everything's in order, and we can sign the contract on Thursday.]

Reading Victor's message, a hint of a smile finally appeared on Aaron's otherwise impassive face.

William was once poised to inherit the Northspire Grayson Group, but after a car accident three years ago left him paralyzed, he became a figure people avoided.

But Aaron chose to partner with William.

Because William was far from a failure.

The fact that he had managed to re-establish himself at the core of Grayson Group in such a short time was a testament to his capabilities.

Great things were surely in his future.

The most important thing was that once this collaboration was complete, Aaron could finally take a break and spend time with Serena.

But Bella wasn’t done. "Besides, those antiques are useless to you. Even with all of them, Aaron doesn't want you, so you have to settle for marrying William, the cripple!"

"Bella!" Penelope was anxious.

Serena released the knife, her smile cold as she looked at Bella. "Marrying William, the so-called cripple, indeed lacks any challenge. Aaron, on the other hand, is quite intriguing. Maybe I should just head back to Alderburg."

Bella was dumbstruck, her voice fleeing her.

Serena slowly rose, towering over the two women who shared such similar features. "Those antiques are my father's wedding gift to me, his only legacy. Anyone who dares lay a finger on them will end up like this apple—"

With a swift motion, the knife pierced through the apple, the blade's tip glinting ominously.

Penelope and Bella watched, hearts pounding.

It was only long after Serena left that Bella finally found her voice.

"Mom, did you see her..."

Penelope gently stroked her daughter's hair, her soothing tone carrying a chilling edge. "Don't worry, those antiques will be ours eventually."

Serena drove her car, racing around the villa's vicinity repeatedly, her chest tight with pain.

It wasn’t just because her mother and stepsister were conspiring to take what was hers.