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2025-03-09 22:00:52Sienna 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 that narrative. Not anymore. A sharp knock at the door made her pause. Before she could respond, Isabelle pushed inside, her face set in determination. “You need to do something,” she said without preamble. Sienna exhaled sharply, raking a hand through her hair. “You think I don’t know that?” “Then stop standing here and start fighting back,” Isabelle shot back. “Because if you don’t, my father will win.” Sienna swallowed hard. “Do you think it was him?” Isabelle scoffed. “Of course it was him. Evelyn might be his right hand, but Richard is the one pulling the strings.” Sienna closed her eyes briefly, forcing herself to breathe. She had spent months trying to fit into this world. Trying to prove she belonged. But this wasn’t about belonging anymore. This was about surviving. And if Richard wanted to destroy her? She’d make damn sure he regretted it. Sienna straightened her spine, something steel-like settling in her chest. “Okay,” she murmured. “Let’s fight.” The Next Morning Sienna stepped into the Lancaster media office like she owned the place. The air inside was buzzing with tension. Phones rang, assistants scrambled to and from their desks, and a large TV screen displayed a live news segment discussing her. She ignored all of it. Instead, she walked straight to the glass office at the back of the room—where Damien’s head of PR, Rachel Sinclair, sat reviewing a stack of documents. Rachel barely looked up when Sienna entered. “If you’re here to tell me you’re innocent, I already know that,” she said flatly. Sienna arched a brow. “Then why isn’t the company issuing a public statement?” Rachel sighed, removing her glasses. “Because Damien hasn’t given the order.” Sienna’s stomach twisted. Of course he hadn’t. She clenched her fists. “Fine. Then I will.” Rachel finally looked at her, tilting her head in interest. “You?” Sienna met her gaze without hesitation. “Yes. Me.” Rachel studied her for a long moment before nodding. “Alright. What do you have in mind?” An hour later, Sienna was sitting in front of a camera. No press. No reporters twisting her words. Just her and a live-streamed video broadcast to the world. She inhaled deeply before looking into the lens. “My name is Sienna Monroe,” she began, her voice steady. “And I’m here to set the record straight.” The next ten minutes would change everything. And for the first time— She wasn’t afraid. — This chapter marks a turning point—Sienna is no longer on the defensive. She’s taking control.Related chapters
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