Broken Engagement His Uncle's Bride (Serena and Trevor) novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10 Lay the Cards on the Table

Chapter 10 Lay the Cards on the Table

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nside the Midnight Society’s VIP room, Trevor stared at his glass, eyes glazed, jaw tipped back at a flawless angle before he drained the drink in one swallow. And in front of him, several empty bottles lay toppled on the table.

His friends exchanged uneasy looks.

‘Mr. Trevor, slow down,” one of them ventured. “Did you and Amber have a fight?”

Trevor reacted instantly at the familiar name, lifting his head a little. “Amber? What happened to her?”

Another voice dared, quieter this time, “Or… was it because of Serena?”

Trevor’s eyes snapped open wide, the haze of alcohol sharpening into something volatile. “Don’t say her name,” he bit out. His >reathing grew uneven. “Serena… you heartless little–I told you we were registering. How could you…”

The sentence collapsed before it finished. Trevor slumped back against the couch, unconscious to the world, unconscious to the veight of what he’d just revealed.

His friends were stunned. Since when did Serena matter this much to him?

She used to answer Alden’s calls immediately,” someone murmured. “Should we try her number again? Maybe she can come pick im up?”

lden Somerset pulled out his phone–Serena’s number was already saved there from habit–and dialed. The ringtone went on ind on, unanswered, stretching thin like a fraying rope.

Well?”

revor had gotten drunk plenty of times before, but it had almost always been because of Amber. Every time, Alden would call ¡erena to come collect him. Back then, she’d always picked up immediately–so quickly it had seemed like his number was set to

riority alert. But this time? Nothing. The silence on the other end felt different. It felt wrong.

She didn’t answer,” Alden admitted. “What now?”

Guess we’ll have to trouble Amber,” someone sighed.

imber arrived at Midnight Society not long after. By then, Trevor was gone–lost to alcohol entirely. She frowned, displeased. “Why lid he drink this much today?”

Oh, we didn’t force him. He just fought with Serena.”

The room went stiff again, and someone elbowed the speaker before saying, “Ignore him. Trevor was probably just happy about (our return that he drank a bit more than usual.”

Amber wasn’t too happy, but she couldn’t act out in front of Trevor’s friends. So, she still forced a thin smile. “Thanks, everyone. I’ll

ake Trevor home now.”

Trevor towered over her by more than half a head. Amber had to brace herself to hold him upright

‘Trevor,” she coaxed, “my place or yours?”

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Chapter 10 Lay the Cards on the Table

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Trevor didn’t answer. He couldn’t–he was far beyond speech. So Amber let her lips curve gently, making the choice for him in the quiet of her own thoughts. “If you’re not saying anything, I’ll assume it’s the first.”

She struggled to bundle him into a cab and gave the driver her apartment address.

Trevor couldn’t sit upright. His head dropped into the soft hollow of her neck. Warm breath, hot with alcohol, brushed her skin as he mumbled against it, half–delirious, half–raw truth.

“Rena,” he murmured, “how could you shred our wedding photo out of anger? You’ve been a bad girl, Rena… I’m gonna punish you…”

Amber’s eyes dimmed. So that’s it. He drank himself into oblivion over Serena.

Serena had accomplished two major things that day: making Trevor fully understand her determination to break up, and paying in full for the small apartment she was currently living in.

It was every cent she had saved over the three years since graduating. When she held the property deed in her hands, She felt as though she had been given a new life.

Seeing that it was still early, she went straight to Steele Tech to confront her father.

The front desk at Steele Tech didn’t recognize Serena at all. Aside from Donald’s assistant and one or two secretaries, almost no one had ever seen the Steele family’s eldest daughter.

“Hello, I’d like to see Mr. Steele.”

The receptionist cast a cool glance at the woman with refined features. “Do you have an appointment? Without one, you can’t see Mr. Steele.”

“Please tell Mr. Kingston that my name is Serena Steele,” Serena replied evenly. “He’ll know to let me up.”

The receptionist let out a soft scoff and muttered to the person beside her, “Another one trying to name–drop.”

“I’m sorry, but Mr. Kingston is on leave today. Why don’t you come back another day, miss?”

Serena rarely came to Steele Tech, but the receptionist’s obvious snobbery still struck a nerve.

“Wait here. I’ll make a call.”

Her expression turned cold as she dialed Yvonne. “Yvonne, I’m in the lobby at Steele Tech right now. Could you let the front desk know? I need to go upstairs to see my dad.”

Yvonne paused in surprise. “Huh? Rena, didn’t you give them your name at the front desk? Hold on. You hand them your phone I’ll talk to them. Sorry ‘bout this. They’re probably new, so they don’t know who you are”

As expected, Yvonne’s words carried far more weight than Serena’s The receptionist reluctantly opened the gate. “Hmph! Don’t be so smug about it.”

While waiting for the elevator, Serena ran into Chris Lopez. “Serena, you’re here at Steele Tech today too?”

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