The car ride back to the Lancaster estate was thick with silence.Damien sat beside Sienna in the backseat, his posture tense, his hands resting on his thighs as if he were barely restraining himself. His jaw was tight, his gaze fixed on the darkened streets passing by the tinted windows.Sienna, still reeling from the confrontation with Ethan, stole a glance at him.He hadn’t spoken since they left the gala.Not after he had nearly choked her ex in front of a crowd of reporters.Not after he had grabbed her hand and all but dragged her to the car, ignoring every prying eye on them.The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.She hated it.“You didn’t have to do that,” she finally said, her voice quiet but firm.Damien’s fingers twitched, but he didn’t look at her. “Yes, I did.”Sienna swallowed hard. “You almost lost control, Damien. You don’t think Ethan’s going to use that against us?”His lips pressed into a thin line. “Let him.”Sienna let out a sharp breath. “Damien.”Finally,
The Lancaster estate was unnervingly quiet the next morning.Sienna sat at the grand breakfast table, absently stirring her coffee as her mind replayed the events of last night. Damien’s words, his touch, the way he had let her in for the first time—it all still lingered in her chest, warm and confusing.He had admitted that she wasn’t just a business deal anymore.That she mattered to him.And even though he hadn’t said the words outright, she could feel the shift between them.But now, in the cold light of morning, reality came crashing back.The scandal.The whispers.And worst of all—the fact that Richard Lancaster was still waiting for her to fail.Sienna exhaled, setting her coffee down with a soft clink. She needed to stay focused. She couldn’t afford to get distracted by Damien—not when there were still people in this house who wanted her gone.As if summoned by the thought, a voice broke the silence.“You certainly seem comfortable here.”Sienna looked up, her stomach twistin
By the time evening arrived, Sienna felt like she was walking through a minefield.The day had dragged on in agonizing silence, every moment stretching unbearably long as she waited for the inevitable explosion. She had no idea if Damien had seen the photos yet—if Richard or Evelyn had placed them in his hands, twisting the narrative before she even had a chance to explain.But she felt it coming.The storm.And she knew when it hit, there would be no stopping it.She paced in their bedroom, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows along the walls. The air felt thick, suffocating. Her nerves buzzed with anxiety, but she refused to let herself break down.She had made a decision this morning.She wasn’t running.And no matter how much Richard and Evelyn wanted her gone, she wasn’t leaving.A sharp knock on the door made her pulse jump.And then—Damien.He stepped inside, his presence like a force of nature, dark and overpowering. He was still in his suit from the day’s mee
Sienna had spent the past few months in the Lancaster estate surrounded by wealth, power, and constant scrutiny. But tonight, for the first time, she had never felt more alone.The house was silent.Damien hadn’t come after her.Not when she left their bedroom. Not when she spent the entire day avoiding him. Not when she refused to join him for dinner, instead opting to stay locked in one of the guest rooms.Nothing.Not a single word.And that silence was louder than any argument they could have had.Sienna curled up on the plush armchair by the window, staring out at the city lights beyond the estate walls.She hated this.She hated the way her chest ached every time she thought about last night—the look in Damien’s eyes, the cold detachment in his voice, the way he had hesitated before believing her.She had trusted him.And he had let her down.Again.A soft knock at the door made her stiffen.Her pulse jumped, her breath catching in her throat. Damien?For a brief, foolish moment
The Lancaster estate felt different in the days that followed.Sienna no longer sought out Damien. She no longer tried to get him to talk, to see her. Instead, she did exactly what Isabelle had told her to do—she let him figure it out on his own.And the silence between them stretched.At first, she thought it would be unbearable. That the distance would drive her mad.But surprisingly, it wasn’t.Because for the first time since stepping into this world, she wasn’t the one chasing.She wasn’t the one proving herself.Damien, however?He was struggling.She saw it in the way his eyes lingered on her when he thought she wasn’t looking. In the way his fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach for her but held himself back. In the way his jaw clenched whenever she walked past him without a word.But he didn’t break.And neither did she.At least, not until everything came crashing down.It started at the charity gala.Sienna should have known something was off the moment she stepped into
Sienna didn’t remember leaving the gala.One moment, she was standing in front of Damien, heart splintering as he hesitated—again. The next, she was in the backseat of a car, staring blankly out the window as the city lights blurred past.Isabelle had been the one to pull her out of there.She had grabbed Sienna’s arm, whispered something about not giving the press any more to feed on, and led her straight to the waiting town car.Now, back at the Lancaster estate, the weight of everything pressed down on her like a crushing force.The scandal.The betrayal.The fact that Damien had looked at her and hesitated.Again.Sienna clenched her fists, pacing the length of the bedroom she and Damien shared.She had told herself she wouldn’t fight for him anymore.That she wouldn’t keep proving herself to someone who refused to believe in her.But this?This wasn’t just about Damien.This was about her name. Her reputation. Her life.And she refused to let Richard, Evelyn, or Ethan control tha
The video went live at exactly noon.Sienna sat in the Lancaster media office, staring directly into the camera as her voice rang steady through the live broadcast.“My name is Sienna Monroe, and I’m here to set the record straight.”No PR team spinning the narrative. No reporters twisting her words. Just her—facing the world on her own terms.She recounted the truth, laying it all out.Yes, Ethan had shown up at the gala. No, she hadn’t invited him. And no—she wasn’t having an affair. The so-called evidence was nothing more than a carefully manipulated setup, designed to destroy her reputation.And she made sure the world knew exactly who had the most to gain from it.“People like Richard Lancaster thrive on control,” she said, her voice unwavering. “And when they can’t control someone, they try to ruin them instead.”A calculated risk.Calling out Richard directly was dangerous. But if she was going down, she wasn’t going quietly.By the time she finished speaking, the internet was
Sienna stirred in the early morning light, her body tangled with Damien’s beneath the silk sheets. His arm was draped over her waist, his breath warm against her bare shoulder. For a moment, she allowed herself the illusion of peace—the idea that the walls between them had finally crumbled, that last night had changed something fundamental between them.But reality had a way of creeping back in.Damien Lancaster was still the heir to a billion-dollar empire. And she was still the woman his family despised.She took a slow, steadying breath, trying to hold onto the warmth of his embrace before it slipped through her fingers.As if sensing her shift in mood, Damien’s fingers lazily traced along her arm.“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.Sienna turned her head to face him, her heart squeezing at the rare softness in his expression. This wasn’t the cold, guarded Damien Lancaster the world knew. This was the man she had glimpsed in stolen moments—the one who kissed h
Appreciation MessageFirst and foremost, I want to express my deepest gratitude to everyone who has been part of this journey while writing Married to the Heir. This novel is not just a story about love and betrayal, but one of strength, resilience, and growth.To my readers, thank you for your unwavering support and dedication. Your feedback, encouragement, and connection to the characters kept me inspired and motivated throughout this process. Your emotional investment in Sienna and Damien’s journey made every chapter more meaningful.To those who believed in me from the beginning, especially during moments of doubt, your support has been invaluable. Writing this novel has been a journey of creativity and self-discovery, and I couldn’t have done it without your encouragement.I also want to extend my appreciation to platforms like GoodNovel for providing writers like me with the opportunity to share stories that touch hearts and inspire others.A Lesson to Be Learned from Married to
Time passed swiftly, and their daughter, Sophia Lancaster, became the light of Damien and Sienna’s world.With her father’s dark hair and her mother’s warm eyes, Sophia was a perfect blend of the two people who had fought against all odds to give her a life free from the shadows of the Lancaster name.But as Damien held her tiny hand and watched her giggle in her crib, he realized something profound—she was the true heir. Not to the Lancaster empire, but to the love and strength they had built together.Embracing FatherhoodFatherhood transformed Damien in ways he hadn’t expected.He was no longer the cold, calculated businessman who once believed love was a weakness.Every time Sophia wrapped her little fingers around his, every time she giggled at his attempts to make silly faces, Damien felt something he had never experienced growing up—pure, unconditional love.Sienna often teased him for being overprotective.“Damien, she’s crawling, not running a marathon,” Sienna laughed as Dam
The arrival of their daughter had transformed Damien and Sienna’s world in ways they never imagined.The once cold and calculated heir to the Lancaster fortune was now a devoted father, and Sienna—who had fought through betrayal and humiliation—had finally found the family she’d always longed for.In the quiet moments between late-night feedings and soft lullabies, Damien and Sienna realized that this was the life they had fought so hard to protect.This was their true legacy.Adjusting to ParenthoodThe first few weeks were a whirlwind of sleepless nights and learning curves.Sienna, though overwhelmed with love for her daughter, found herself struggling with the exhaustion that came with being a new mother.One night, as she rocked the baby to sleep in the nursery, tears slipped down her cheeks.Damien found her there, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight.“Sienna,” he murmured, stepping into the room. “What’s wrong?”She wiped her tears quickly. “I’m just… scared.
The world around Damien and Sienna had changed.No longer bound by the ruthless grip of Richard Lancaster, they had built their own empire from the ashes of betrayal and manipulation. Monroe & Lancaster Developments thrived internationally, Isabelle had found her own path in fashion, and the toxic legacy of the Lancaster name was slowly fading.But now, Damien and Sienna were preparing for something far more meaningful—a future that would redefine what family meant.They were expecting their first child.The Moment Everything ChangedSienna had suspected for days. The fatigue, the dizziness, and her sudden aversion to coffee had been clues she couldn’t ignore.But as she sat in the bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test in her trembling hands, reality hit her like a tidal wave.Two pink lines.Her heart pounded as emotions flooded through her—excitement, fear, and overwhelming joy.When she stepped out of the bathroom, she found Damien pacing in the bedroom, anxiety etched on his fac
The Lancaster name had once been a prison for Damien, a legacy that bound him to cold expectations and ruthless ambition. But with Sienna by his side, he had shattered those chains.Now, with the weight of the past lifting, Damien was ready to focus on something far more meaningful: the future they were building together.A New Chapter BeginsDamien woke to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains of their penthouse bedroom. Sienna lay beside him, her head resting on his chest, her breathing slow and steady.In this moment, there was no chaos, no scheming from Richard, no media storms.Just peace.Damien brushed a strand of hair from Sienna’s face and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. “Good morning,” she murmured with a sleepy smile.“Good morning, Mrs. Lancaster.” Damien smirked.Sienna groaned playfully. “You love calling me that, don’t you?”“Absolutely.” He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss.Strengthenin
The wedding had been perfect.Damien and Sienna had renewed their vows, free from the chains of the Lancaster name and the chaos that had once surrounded them. Yet, as the days passed and life slowly settled, Damien couldn’t ignore the weight that still lingered deep within him.There were wounds that no public victory or romantic gesture could heal.Wounds from a childhood filled with coldness, rejection, and the relentless pressure to become the heir Richard Lancaster had molded him to be.If Damien wanted to fully embrace the future he was building with Sienna, he knew he had to confront the past that still haunted him.The Weight of the PastIt was late at night when Sienna found Damien sitting alone on the balcony, staring out at the city lights.She quietly approached, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind. “Can’t sleep?”Damien sighed, leaning into her touch. “I keep thinking… about everything. My father. The way I was raised. The things I buried for years just to
The world had seen their rushed marriage, forged in chaos and necessity. But this time, Damien and Sienna would celebrate their love on their own terms—with no secrets, no fear, and no interference from the Lancaster name.It was about love. Pure, undeniable love.The Venue: A New BeginningNestled on the cliffs overlooking the ocean, the private villa they had chosen for their vow renewal was breathtaking. The golden sunlight reflected off the waves, and a gentle breeze rustled through the white roses and greenery that decorated the ceremony arch.Every detail was intentional.This wasn’t about impressing the elite or making headlines. It was about them—Damien and Sienna—finally sealing their love in front of those who mattered most.The Guest List: Only Those Who Truly BelongedIsabelle stood proudly as Sienna’s maid of honor, having grown closer to her since the night Sienna saved her life.Aria, Sienna’s best friend, was there as well, along with a handful of Damien’s loyal busine
The tension of the past months had finally lifted. The Lancaster name was behind them, and Damien and Sienna had built something truly theirs—an empire founded on love, trust, and resilience.Yet, one thing remained unfinished.Damien had married Sienna out of necessity to protect her from the threats of his family. But that marriage had been rushed, with no romance, no moment that reflected how deeply he loved her.And tonight, he was going to change that.The Perfect PlanFor days, Damien had been planning the proposal. He wanted something intimate, something that reflected who they had become as a couple—two souls who had fought against the odds and emerged stronger.He chose the rooftop of their penthouse, the place where they had shared countless quiet moments and built dreams of their future.With the help of Aria and Isabelle, Damien transformed the space into something magical. Fairy lights twinkled above, casting a warm glow over the soft white blankets and cushions scattered
Damien Lancaster had spent his entire life living under the shadow of his father, Richard Lancaster—the man who built an empire with ruthless ambition and demanded loyalty at all costs.But those days were over.Damien was done bowing to a man who had tried to destroy the woman he loved.Tonight, he would face Richard once and for all.The Walk into DarknessThe Lancaster estate was eerily quiet as Damien and Sienna walked up the grand marble staircase leading to Richard’s study. The heavy wooden doors loomed before them, holding years of fear, manipulation, and control behind them.Sienna squeezed Damien’s hand. “You don’t have to do this alone.”Damien turned to her, his eyes filled with determination. “I know. But this… this is something I should’ve done a long time ago.”With that, he pushed the doors open and stepped inside.Face to FaceRichard stood by the massive fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand. His expression was calm, almost amused, as if he’d been expecting this momen