What Happened To Eddie Brock'S Girlfriend?

She gave him everything—her youth, her loyalty, her heart. And he repaid her with betrayal. Publicly discarded by her powerful husband, Adrian, and replaced by his mistress, Serena was left broken… carrying his child while losing the love of the son she already had. To the world, she became a forgotten woman. But years later, Serena returns. No longer weak, she is now the untouchable force behind a global empire—cold, powerful, and impossible to control. As her ex-husband’s obsession reignites and the woman who stole her life grows desperate, the truth begins to surface… especially to the child who once turned his back on her. This time, Serena isn’t here for love. She’s here for power. For truth. For revenge. And when she’s done, nothing and no one will ever be the same.

I’m the best art forger and intel specialist in Chicago. And I fell for the man who owned it all, Don Vincenzo Russo. For ten years, I was his secret, his weapon, and his woman. I built his empire from the shadows. I thought I’d get a ring. After all, every night he was in this city, he was buried inside me, taking his pleasure. He’d whisper that I was his, that no one else felt this good. But this time, after he was finished with me, he announced he was marrying the Russian Bratva princess, Katerina Petrov. That’s when I knew. I wasn’t his woman. I was just a body. For an alliance, for her, he sacrificed me. He left me to die. So I destroyed every piece of the life he gave me. I made one call to my father in Italy. And then, I vanished. But when the Don who owned Chicago couldn't find his favorite toy… he went insane.

On the day she gave birth to twins, Ava expected love… not betrayal. “Do a DNA test,” his mother said coldly. “Those children cannot belong to my son.” Humiliated, heartbroken, and abandoned by the man she sacrificed everything for, Ava disappears without a trace. Five years later, she returns—stronger, richer, and untouchable. But when Lucas sees her again… with two children who look exactly like him, regret hits too late. Now he wants his family back. Too bad Ava is no longer the woman he once broke

I paid Curtis Robinett 200 thousand dollars a month to be a standby blood donor. My fiancée, Eden May, thought it was a waste of money. So she reassigned him to work part-time as her personal assistant instead. When Curtis accidentally submitted my marriage license appointment as a divorce filing for the 99th time, I kicked open Eden's office door. She didn't even look up. "We're in no rush to get married anyway," she said calmly. "Curtis is just careless. That's how he's always been." Later, in the emergency room, I called Eden while doctors rushed around me, my throat shredded from yelling. "Where's my emergency medical kit?" I rasped. "What did you do with it?" Curtis answered instead, his voice warm and smug. "You mean the expensive leather bag you kept in the cabinet? I swapped it out for a large party snack box. It holds everything just fine, and honestly, it looks a lot more cheerful. "Ms. May's brother and sister-in-law are both career soldiers. Your bag didn't really match that image, so I thought this would be more appropriate." My vision dimmed. My hands shook as I told Curtis to come donate blood. Eden laughed softly and cut in, "Stop pretending you're anemic just to get attention. If you're actually sick, deal with it. You're at the hospital; I think the doctors are fully capable of keeping you alive. Curtis is afraid of needles. He's not coming." Then, she hung up. She didn't appear until the surgical lights finally went dark. "Curtis had me bring you chocolate milk," she said. "It's good for recovery. It's not that he didn't want to help. He just faints at the sight of blood." She placed a settlement waiver on my bed. "I was the one who told him not to come. That 200-thousand-dollar monthly salary is his pay as my assistant. It has nothing to do with you. You didn't have to call the police for that. Sign this, and I'll go get the marriage license with you." I thought of what I had just seen in the operating room. Eden's brother, Harvey May, was bleeding out on the operating table, waiting for a lifesaving drug that never came. In the final moments of surgery, he could do nothing but lie there and die. I looked at her and said evenly, "You're the immediate family. It's not my place to sign that."

It is the night before our wedding when my fiancee, Whitney Sullivan, reunites with her childhood sweetheart, Steven Foster, a mercenary who has been missing for five years. He is brought to our doorstep by his teammates, bloodied and barely clinging to life after being poisoned with a deadly aphrodisiac on a mission. Whitney, usually so aloof and controlled, immediately breaks down. She locks the door, defying my efforts to stop her, and stays with Steven all night long. I choose to stay outside the door, never closing my eyes. I confront her the following morning with a torrent of accusations, only for her to stand in front of Steven protectively and say shamelessly, "I couldn't just stand by and watch Steven die. Isn't it just my virginity? What's the harm in letting loose the night before the wedding?" In that instant, all my affection for her is utterly destroyed.

She was placed in his world to kill him. Three years later, she still hasn't. Instead she has been quietly dismantling every threat moving against Dominic from the inside no orders, no credit, no explanation while playing the fragile woman he thinks he rescued. Now the syndicate is done waiting. A second operative has been sent to finish the job, and Lena knows the truth she isn't just a protector anymore. She's a loose end. Saving Dominic means burning her cover. Burning her cover means showing him everything every lie, every performance, every moment of vulnerability she manufactured. Except somewhere between the mission and the man, some of it stopped being manufactured. And she can't tell the difference anymore.