Chapter 111

• Chapter 111: Rebellion And The Gathering II
• SERENA’S POV
• The clinking of cutlery against porcelain is the only sound that echoes in the grand dining hall. The luxurious ambiance—the golden chandelier, the velvet-draped windows, the polished marble floors—does nothing to ease the pressure sitting on my chest. I watch my father from the corner of my eye, every muscle in my body taut with tension. He calmly slices into his steak with methodical precision, each movement slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring the silence, owning the moment. Every bite he takes is calculated, measured, as though he’s orchestrating more than just a meal. Despite the rich aroma of roasted meat and aged wine filling the air, the atmosphere is suffocating—heavy and thick, wrapped in a silence that clings to the walls like an unbroken curse.