Sienna had never felt so watched in her life. The entire night, eyes had followed her. Some curious. Some judging. And some? Some were waiting. Waiting for her to fail. For a crack in the fairytale. For proof that she was exactly what they thought she was. A nobody. A gold digger. A temporary inconvenience. And Sienna? She refused to give them the satisfaction. — She sat at the bar, swirling the champagne in her glass, forcing herself to breathe. Damien had been dragged away by business associates, leaving her alone to navigate the world she didn’t belong in. She hated this. Hated feeling like an outsider. Like a fraud. Like she had a countdown ticking over her head. And she could feel them watching. Waiting. But she wasn’t going to break. Not now. Not ever. — A voice pulled her from her thoughts. “I have to admit, I was curious to meet you.” Sienna turned— And came face-to-face with a man who oozed power. He was older, mid-forties, with sharp features a
The ride home was thick with tension. Damien’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. His jaw was tight, his posture stiff. Sienna sat beside him, arms crossed, still replaying her conversation with Logan Pierce. She didn’t like the man. Something about him felt off—the way he had studied her, picked her apart with nothing but a smirk and a few calculated words. And now? Damien was pissed. The air in the car was suffocatingly silent. Sienna sighed, breaking it. “Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Damien didn’t take his eyes off the road. “You shouldn’t have talked to him.” Sienna frowned. “He approached me.” “And you should have walked away.” Her irritation spiked. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission to have a conversation.” Damien’s fingers tightened on the wheel. “Logan isn’t someone you should trust.” Sienna turned to him, challenging. “Why? Because your family doesn’t like him?” Damien’s cold smirk returned. “Because he ruins people
Sienna barely slept that night. Her mind was tangled in thoughts of Damien and Logan Pierce, both of them frustratingly powerful in their own ways. One was a threat, the other was an even bigger threat—just in a different way. She hated that Damien’s words stayed with her, that his warning about Logan wasn’t something she could just brush off. She hated even more that she had noticed his concern, that some part of her had wanted to lean into it. That was dangerous. She couldn’t afford to blur the lines. Because at the end of the day, this was a deal. Nothing more. Right? — By the time morning came, she was still exhausted. She dragged herself out of bed, wrapping Damien’s ridiculously expensive silk robe around her before heading toward the kitchen. And then— She froze. Damien was already there. And he was shirtless. Sienna swallowed hard. He stood by the counter, pouring himself coffee, his back muscles flexing with every movement. The sweatpants hung low on his hi
Sienna had no idea how fast everything could change. One minute, she was adjusting to life as Damien Lancaster’s wife—balancing between resisting him and falling deeper into something she wasn’t ready to name. The next, her past walked right back into her life. And he did it in the worst possible place. — The gala was exactly what Sienna had expected—opulent, grand, and filled with the kind of people who could buy and sell entire cities without blinking. She had handled it well, smiling when necessary, keeping her posture elegant, and pretending she belonged. But just as she was starting to feel like she could survive the night, she heard a voice she hadn’t expected. “Sienna?” Her entire body went rigid. She turned slowly, praying she had imagined it. She hadn’t. Nathan. Her ex-boyfriend. The man who had once promised her forever and left without a word. And judging by the way he was looking at her, he was just as shocked to see her. But not as shocked as
Sienna had told herself she wouldn’t get attached. She had promised herself that this was just a temporary arrangement—an agreement based on convenience, not emotions. And yet, as she lay awake in the enormous Lancaster estate, staring at the ceiling of her shared bedroom with Damien, she knew she was losing the battle against her own heart. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting shadows across the polished marble floors and the sleek, modern furniture that filled the space. It was the kind of luxury she had never imagined herself living in, yet here she was. And the strangest part? It wasn’t the wealth or the opulence that made her heart race. It was him. She turned her head slightly, eyes settling on Damien. He was asleep, his breathing slow and steady. In sleep, he looked different—softer, more vulnerable. Gone was the hardened expression he wore like armor during the day, the carefully controlled smirk that kept people at a distance. He was a myster
The morning sun spilled through the massive windows of the Lancaster estate, casting a golden glow over the bedroom. Sienna woke slowly, blinking against the light. For a brief, blissful moment, she forgot where she was. She forgot about the cold tension between her and Damien, the way her heart had started betraying her. But then she turned her head and saw him. Damien sat at the edge of the bed, his back to her, phone in hand. His shoulders were tense, his usual air of nonchalance absent. Even from behind, she could tell something was wrong. “Damien?” Her voice was groggy from sleep. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his already tousled hair. Sienna sat up, clutching the sheets to her chest. “What’s going on?” Damien turned slightly, his expression unreadable. “My father called.” A chill ran down her spine. Richard Lancaster rarely called Damien directly. Whenever he had something to say, it was usually delivered through a lawyer
Sienna knew she should keep her distance. She had spent the entire day reminding herself that Damien Lancaster was not hers to hold on to. That whatever had been happening between them—whatever emotions had begun creeping in—was temporary. And yet, as she lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, she couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had touched her face. The way his fingers had brushed her skin like she was something delicate, something he wasn’t quite ready to let go of. It was dangerous. Because even if Damien hadn’t said it outright, she knew—deep down—he was struggling with his father’s ultimatum. One month. That was all the time they had left before he would be forced to choose. And she wasn’t foolish enough to believe he would choose her. Sienna turned onto her side, trying to push the thoughts away. But then she heard it—the faint sound of the bedroom door opening. Her breath caught. She didn’t have to turn around to know it was Damien. She could feel him.
Sienna woke to an empty bed. For a few moments, she lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince herself that last night had really happened. That Damien’s hands had really traced every inch of her body, that his lips had really whispered promises he’d never dare say in daylight. But the cold sheets beside her told her everything she needed to know. Damien was gone. A sinking feeling settled in her chest as she sat up, pulling the blankets around herself. She had known this would happen. She had told herself, Don’t expect anything. Don’t hope for more than what this is. And yet, as she looked around the room, a painful knot formed in her throat. He hadn’t even stayed. Sienna forced herself to push the thoughts away. It doesn’t matter. She had known better. She had always known better. Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of bed and reached for her robe, tying it around her waist before stepping out of the bedroom. The house was quiet, the soft morning light filterin
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