Hate Me Like You Love Me (Serena and Caleb) novel Chapter 31

Serena’s POV

Some announcements change everything in the space between one heartbeat and the next.

The words hang in the crystalline air of the Bennett dining room like smoke from an explosion, and I don’t immediately notice how completely numb my hand has become beneath Caleb’s crushing grip under the mahogany table.

My father’s voice carries on about “wonderful news” and “perfect timing,” while Richard Bennett nods with the satisfied expression of a man whose chess pieces have moved exactly where he planned.

Catherine reaches across to squeeze my shoulder, her smile bright enough to power the chandelier above us. “Oh, sweetheart, this is so exciting. Lucas is such a lovely young man.”

I want to laugh. Or scream. Or both.

Instead, I sit perfectly still while my world tilts sideways, trying to process the calculated precision of what just happened.

The Bennetts didn’t stumble into this announcement—they orchestrated every word, every pause, every carefully modulated tone of surprise and delight.

But how much do they actually know about what happened at that party? How far are they willing to push this charade?

Across the table, Mia sits frozen with her wine glass halfway to her lips, eyes wide with barely concealed horror. She’s trying desperately to catch my attention, but I can’t meet her gaze.

Can’t risk the questions I’d see there, the concern that would unravel me completely.

“Serena, darling, what do you think?” Patricia Bennett’s voice floats over the excited chatter, saccharine sweet with false maternal warmth.

“I think—” Caleb begins, his voice tight with barely restrained fury.

My nails dig into his skin hard enough to draw blood, silencing him before he can detonate this entire evening. The muscles in his forearm go rigid beneath my grip, but he stops talking.

We can’t risk a confrontation here, not until I understand exactly what Lucas is planning and how much ammunition his family has stockpiled.

“Actually,” Lucas says, rising from his chair with the fluid grace of someone who’s rehearsed this moment, “if I may address everyone before we go any further.”

He stands with his hands clasped behind his back, the picture of respectful nobility. The overhead light catches the planes of his face, casting shadows that should look sinister but somehow don’t. He looks earnest, hopeful, genuinely humble.

“First, I want to address what happened at the party a few weeks ago,” he continues, his voice carrying that same wounded sincerity that made my skin crawl earlier.

“I know it looked bad—two young men fighting over something that could have been handled with words instead of fists. I take full responsibility for my part in that misunderstanding.”

Misunderstanding. The word sits in my stomach like a stone.

“But I have nothing but respect for Caleb’s actions that night.”

Lucas says, turning toward where Caleb sits rigid as carved marble beside me.

“He was protecting his sister the way any loving brother would. The loyalty he showed, the way he stepped in when he thought Serena was in an uncomfortable situation—that’s exactly the kind of family man I hope to be someday.”

The emphasis he places on sister and brother makes Caleb’s jaw clench so hard I fear it might actually crack. His free hand curls into a fist on the table, knuckles white against the dark wood.

“Which brings me to my real purpose tonight. Serena, I’ve had feelings for you for a very long time.” ‘

Lucas continues, his gaze finding mine across the flickering candlelight.

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