The city blurred through the taxi window, neon lights smearing across the glass like a distorted dream. Sienna had no idea where she was going. She just knew she couldn’t stay. Her fingers trembled as she clutched her phone in her lap, scrolling past Damien’s missed calls, each one another crack in her already shattered heart. Fourteen missed calls. Three texts. None of them said what she needed to hear. He hadn’t told her he believed her. He hadn’t begged her to come back. He hadn’t fought for her at all. And that was why she was leaving. Her vision blurred as she stopped scrolling and found the one contact that mattered now. Aria. Sienna hesitated for only a second before pressing call. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered. “Sienna?” Aria’s voice was sharp with concern. “It’s two in the morning. What’s going on?” Sienna opened her mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. A broken sob tore from her throat instead. There was a sharp rustling on the
The penthouse felt empty without her. Damien stood in the middle of their bedroom, his hands on his hips, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The sheets were still slightly rumpled from where she had slept, her scent lingering faintly in the air. But she was gone. And for the first time in his life, Damien Lancaster felt completely alone. He had barely slept. The moment she had walked out, something inside him had twisted into a knot so tight he couldn’t breathe. At first, he had told himself she just needed time—that she would cool down, and they’d talk. But as the hours stretched into morning and her phone remained off, an awful realization settled in his chest. Sienna wasn’t coming back. And it was his fault. He scrubbed a hand down his face, his stomach twisting with something dangerously close to panic. He had let her walk away. He had let his doubt push her away. How could I be so fucking stupid? He yanked his phone from his pocket and dialed her number again. It we
The road stretched endlessly before Damien, winding through dense trees and fading sunlight. The further he drove, the more his pulse thundered, each mile bringing him closer to her. To Sienna. He gripped the wheel tightly, his thoughts racing as fast as his car. This was it. No more running. No more hiding behind his pride, his fears, or the walls he had built his entire life. He had almost lost her once—he wasn’t going to make that mistake again. He pressed down on the accelerator. Because for the first time in his life, Damien Lancaster was terrified of what would happen if he was too late. Sienna’s Refuge Sienna sat curled on the worn leather couch of the small lakeside cabin, a blanket draped around her shoulders. The place was silent except for the occasional rustle of leaves outside and the distant sound of water lapping at the shore. It was peaceful. But peace didn’t stop the ache in her chest. She stared blankly at the dying fire in the hearth, her mind replaying
Sienna had spent enough time running. She wasn’t a victim. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to let Richard Lancaster get away with this. As the sun rose over the lake, casting golden light through the cabin’s windows, she sat at the small wooden table, laptop open, determination hardening her features. Damien stood across from her, arms crossed, watching her carefully. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he said quietly. Sienna met his gaze, unwavering. “I never should have had to do this at all.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. “I know.” She exhaled, pushing down the lingering ache of his doubt. She wanted to believe in his love, in the way he had held her last night, in the words he had whispered. But first, she needed to clear her name. And she had a plan. Step One: Tracing the Fake Photos Sienna’s fingers flew over the keyboard as she pulled up the images that had nearly destroyed her marriage. She studied them closely, searching for inconsistencies. Damien moved behind he
The Lancaster Corporation boardroom was packed. Journalists lined the back of the massive space, cameras flashing, microphones angled forward like weapons. Every seat at the long glass conference table was filled with board members, their gazes sharp and expectant. And at the head of it all, Richard Lancaster sat with a controlled, icy expression, his fingers steepled together as he watched his son. Damien stood tall in front of them, dressed in a sleek black suit, his presence commanding. Sienna sat beside him, her fingers curled in her lap, her heart pounding. This was it. The moment Damien would make his choice. And she already knew it wouldn’t be easy. The whispers had been relentless since the truth about the fake photos had come out. The scandal had shaken the Lancaster empire, and now the board wanted answers. More than that, they wanted control. Richard had called this emergency meeting, trying to spin the situation, trying to salvage what was left of his influence.
Richard Lancaster was not a man who accepted defeat. For decades, he had ruled over the Lancaster empire with ruthless precision, ensuring that every decision benefited him. When obstacles arose, he crushed them. When people opposed him, he eliminated them. And yet, his own son—his carefully crafted heir—had walked away. Damien had humiliated him. And worse, he had done it for her. Richard clenched his jaw as he watched the morning news from his office. The footage of Damien resigning, of him publicly choosing Sienna over his inheritance, played on every channel. The board was in chaos. Stocks had taken a hit. And the press had turned on him. “Richard Lancaster Loses Grip on Power” “Damien Lancaster’s Bold Stand—Love Over Legacy” “Lancaster Heir’s Departure Sparks Internal War” Richard slammed his whiskey glass down onto his desk, seething. No. This wasn’t over. Not yet. The Trap Sienna stretched lazily in bed, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through
The Lancaster estate loomed in front of them, a grand and imposing structure that had once represented power, prestige, and a future Damien had been raised to inherit. But as he stood at the towering gates with Sienna by his side, all he saw was a prison. A place of manipulation, betrayal, and cold-hearted ambition. A place that had nearly destroyed them. His grip on Sienna’s hand tightened as they walked through the grand entrance one final time. This wasn’t a visit. It was a farewell. The Final Confrontation Richard was waiting for them in his office, the tension in the air thick as he sat behind his desk, fingers steepled together, his expression unreadable. “I was wondering when you’d show up,” he said smoothly. Damien didn’t sit. Neither did Sienna. “We’re leaving,” Damien said, his voice steady. Richard raised a brow. “So dramatic.” Sienna let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “You really don’t get it, do you?” Richard’s gaze flickered to her, his lips curling
The Lancaster name was behind them.The weight of toxic family expectations, betrayal, and manipulation no longer loomed over Damien and Sienna.Now, all that remained was the future they would create—together.A Fresh StartIt had been two weeks since Damien resigned from the Lancaster Corporation and publicly disowned his father. The media frenzy had slowly faded, and the city had moved on to the next scandal.But for Damien and Sienna, this was only the beginning.Damien sat on the penthouse balcony, sipping black coffee as the early morning sun bathed the city skyline in gold. Sienna emerged from the bedroom, wearing one of his shirts that hung loosely over her frame, her hair still slightly damp from her shower.She padded over to him, sliding into the seat beside him.“Thinking about your old empire?” she teased, nudging his arm.Damien smirked. “Not at all.”Her brow lifted. “Not even a little?”“Okay,” he admitted, setting his mug down. “Maybe a little.”Sienna smiled softly.
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