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No Divorce, Only Widowhood: His Possession

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 783 | Released on: 08/01/2026

turning into quicksand. Harrison was there, standing on a dune, holding a blood bag. It was full, dange

he chanted.

thrashed, trying to pull

ren

heat. A hand gripped h

bolt upright in bed. Her chest was heaving,

!" she cried out, the terror of

her wrist

t to her, his hand wrapped around her forearm. His hair was tousled f

ere contagious. He had heard the

ered, clutching the sheets. "I...

ortable moment. The hurt in his eyes was there, buried deep und

off and got out of

he bathroom and

ead in her hands

racing herself for the morning headlines. Sh

for "Harrison

Not Found." The TMZ article was gone. It

ther. Harrison wouldn't have

air of slacks and a silk b

g table. He was reading the Financial Times

ing a plate of avocado toast and a

t down. "

age of the newspaper, the crisp sna

e gone," she s

lower the pape

re. Did you... d

ve. "Sterling stock cannot afford volatility based

e. It wasn't for her. It

d, her voice dull.

said coldly. "Just st

t her plate. "I told you, it w

said. He picked up his coffee cup, his knuckles

breakfast untouched. He

ngs all day.

pointed to a small glass bottle on the sideb

er supplements," he ordered, his

alke

blend of vitamins for stress and fatigue. He

e pill with a gu

in was waiting with

the garage. "We have a problem. Harrison Knox is in contact with

ide of his Maybach. He opened th

oring. If he releases anything, I want

ndow where Serena was sitting alone. He hated leaving her like this. But ev

car door and gu

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No Divorce, Only Widowhood: His Possession

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“I went to The Ivy to return a box of scripts and hoodies, hoping to finally bury my past with movie star Harrison Knox. I just wanted to be a good wife to Julian Sterling and keep my family's business merger intact. But Harrison had other plans. He staged a paparazzi ambush, pulling me into a fake embrace just as the cameras flashed. By the time I got home to our Bel Air estate, the headline "Harrison Knox Heartbroken? Tearful Reunion with Serena Vance" was already trending worldwide. The fallout was brutal. My father called, roaring that the stock was in freefall and threatening to stop my mother's medical payments if I didn't keep Julian happy. My movie funding was pulled, leaving me to pawn my Birkin bags just to pay my staff. Even worse, Julian's cold indifference turned into a sharp, quiet rage. He heard me tell a friend that our marriage felt like a transaction, and his response was to toss a black Centurion card at my feet like I was something he'd bought at an auction. I was trapped between a narcissist who wanted to use my trauma for his next script and a father who saw me as nothing but a bargaining chip. Even Julian, the man who secretly bought my movie rights through a shell company to protect me, believed I was still screaming my ex's name in my sleep. When my family finally demanded I lie and accuse Julian of domestic abuse to secure a settlement, I realized I had nothing left to lose. I walked away from the Vance name, deleted every memory of Harrison, and stood at the edge of the Pacific Ocean ready to let the tide take me. But Julian didn't come for a divorce. He found me in the dark, his coat heavy on my shoulders and his eyes burning with a possessive fire. "There is no divorce in the Sterling family," he whispered against my ear. "There is only widowhood. You are mine, Serena, until one of us is in the ground."”