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Sienna's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as her eyes widened, taking in the sight before her. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips, betraying her surprise. She quickly averted her gaze, trying to give him some privacy."I'm so sorry, David, I didn't mean to look," she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest from the unexpected sight.David hastily wrapped the towel around his waist again, his face also flushed with embarrassment."No, no, it's my fault. I should've been more careful," he apologized, trying to regain his composure.Yet, he couldn't help but notice how Sienna's eyes had lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary.The air was thick with tension, their mutual attraction undeniable. An awkward silence enveloped the room as both of them struggled to find the right words or any excuse to break the charged atmosphere.Finally, Sienna cleared her throat, her voice unsteady as she attempted to steer the conversation back to a professional topic."So, um, we sh
As their lips parted, Sienna and David gazed at each other, the intensity of their feelings evident in their eyes. The room was filled with an electric energy, charged by the emotions they both struggled to comprehend.For a few heartbeats, neither of them moved, as if frozen in time. Then, Sienna cleared her throat and broke the spell, whispering,"We shouldn't have done that."David nodded, guilt settling in his chest. "You're right. I'm sorry, Sienna. That was inappropriate, and I shouldn't have crossed that line."Despite her words, she couldn't deny the warmth that had spread through her at the touch of his lips. She knew she should be angry or resentful, considering their past and her hidden identity, but the truth was that the kiss had felt right, as if it was meant to happen."We need to focus on the summit," she said, trying to regain her composure and distract herself from the lingering feelings. "It’s still very early, but we have a lot to do today, and we can't let ourselv
Lyra's hands shook as she stared at the horrifying image, her breath catching in her throat. Panic surged through her, and she felt as if the walls were closing in. The room suddenly felt too small, too confining, and she struggled to breathe. Desperate for answers, she quickly dialed Cyrus's number, hoping that he would pick up and explain what was going on. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer. Fear gnawed at her insides, and she attempted calling again, only to be met with the same silence. As she tried to make sense of the situation, thoughts of Cyrus's past involvement in her schemes raced through her mind. It was he who had conspired with her years ago to set up David's ex-wife, a woman everyone believed was dead when she was, in fact, very close to them. Lyra's fear intensified as she considered the possibility that someone might have discovered the truth about their past actions and was now targeting Cyrus. She was also worried that her long-time accomplice, and
David sighed, and she could hear the turmoil in his voice. "Nothing happened, Lyra. We just talked, and she helped me through a rough night. That's all." Relief washed over her, but she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was more to the story. She decided to let it go for now, knowing that they had more pressing matters to attend to. "Alright. I just needed to hear it from you. Let's focus on our work. Good luck with your presentation." "Thanks," he replied, his voice softer now. "I'll see you when I get back." As she hung up the phone, Lyra felt a mix of relief and unease. She had gotten the answer she wanted, but deep down, she knew she couldn't ignore the growing concern that there was more to Sienna than met the eye. As for David, his heart was heavy with guilt and conflicting emotions. He couldn't help but replay the lie he had told Lyra, even though it wasn't entirely untrue. Nothing had happened between him and Sienna last night – the kiss had taken place this mo
It was finally time. Lyra took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders as she prepared to make her entrance for the 'Morning Inspirations' interview. The door opened, and she stepped confidently into the studio, her eyes sparkling with determination. She was dressed impeccably, her outfit carefully selected to project both power and elegance. Lyra wore a tailored, knee-length, navy blue dress with a cinched waist and a modest V-neckline. The dress hugged her figure perfectly, highlighting her feminine curves without being overly revealing. A thin, silver belt accentuated her waist, adding a touch of sophistication to the ensemble. Her makeup was flawless, having been skillfully applied to hide any signs of her sleepless night. A soft, warm-toned eyeshadow accentuated her eyes, while a hint of blush brought out her cheekbones. Her lips were painted a muted, rosy shade, the color both natural and alluring. Her hair was styled in soft, loose waves, cascading over her shoulders an
As the chaos unfolded in the studio, it was clear that the seemingly innocent gift had a more sinister significance for Lyra. Unbeknownst to her and the others, the mastermind behind the unsettling present was none other than Kate Hamilton, Sienna's mother.A satisfied smile graced Kate’s lips as she watched the interview unfold from the privacy of her opulent living room, reveling in the turmoil she had caused.‘Serves you right! And this is just the beginning!’The replica of Sienna's birth necklace had been the perfect choice, knowing that Lyra would immediately recognize it, as she spent years of feigning loyalty and friendship while secretly conspiring against her daughter.Kate knew it would throw Lyra off balance. Furthermore, she added a note imitating Sienna’s writing perfectly.Her thirst for revenge had been fueled by the years of pain her daughter had endured. She wanted to see the villain in the daughter’s story suffer, just as Sienna had, and this was only the beginning
After the interview concluded, Lyra's driver picked her up. As she got into the car, she couldn't help but feel relieved that the disastrous interview had come to an end. She thought she could finally breathe a little easier now that the spotlight was off her.Clutching the pendant, she finally mustered the courage to open it, fearing what she might find. Inside, the picture featured a dug-up grave with the name 'Kate Hendricks' engraved on the tombstone. The image suggested that the dead person had just risen from the grave.Lyra's heart dropped, and she let out a horrified scream. The photograph could only mean one thing: Kate Hendricks was out to haunt her.The realization sent shivers down her spine, knowing that her past had come back to torment her, and there seemed to be no escape from the relentless pursuit of vengeance.Her sudden scream startled the driver, who momentarily lost control of the vehicle, almost crashing into another car in the process.He managed to regain cont
Mark leaned in, a sly grin on his face. "Whoever marries into the Hamilton family would be a blessed man. Our families are wealthy, but nobody can compare to the Hamiltons. Well, one family can, but they kicked their son out." "You mean the Duncans? I heard their son left on his own when he was 18," David inquired, his voice icy and controlled. "Anyway," Mark continued with a hint of sarcasm, "your personal taste has certainly improved. From your fragile ex-wife, the servant's adopted daughter, to a billionaire heiress." David's cold gaze sent a shiver down Mark's spine as he clenched his jaw at the mention of his ex-wife. He took another sip of the neat whiskey to maintain his composure. "I'd rather you not mention Kate's name." Mark raised his hands in surrender, unnerved by David's steely demeanor. "Fine. In our circle, nobody liked her anyway." David's frosty eyes seemed to pierce Mark’s very soul. He suspected that Kate had been rejected by his friends due to her low status,