Serena's POV
The crisp morning air felt different against my skin as I stepped out of the taxi in front of the imposing Blackwood mansion.
Today I was Serena Blackwood—soon to be just Serena again—here to finalize what should have been done long ago.
I'd chosen my outfit deliberately: a crimson dress that hugged my curves without being provocative, paired with black stilettos that added three inches to my height.
My hair cascaded down my back in soft waves, and I'd applied just enough makeup to enhance my features without appearing overdone.
This wasn't about seduction. This was about power.
The security guard at the gate recognized me immediately.
His eyes widened slightly at my appearance—I was so different from the meek woman who had left the mansion just days ago
