~Sienna~ Grant’s grip on my wrist was like a steel vice, his fingers digging into my skin as he yanked me toward a dark corner of the club. The crowded dance floor blurred around me, the music pounding like the rapid beat of my heart. “What the hell, Grant? Let me go!” I hissed, struggling against him. My heels skidded on the glossy floor as I fought to keep my balance. He didn’t respond, his smirk twisting into something darker as he pulled me further away from the main area. “Derrick!” I whispered urgently into the mic. “I’m being dragged—get the damn security team! I’m losing Étienne!” Through the earpiece, Derrick’s voice growled, “What the fu*k? Seems like he’s really bent on ruining things for us. Hold tight, Miss Wilde. Rescue is on the way.” I craned my neck, desperately trying to spot Étienne through the throng of people. He was already nearing the VIP section, his white kurta gleaming under the flashing lights. My stomach twisted painfully. “Derrick, I can’t lose him
~Sienna~ The night sky over Bellmore was dusted with stars, their soft glow spilling over the terrace at Verità, one of the city’s most romantic restaurants. Fairy lights sparkled above me, casting a warm light that danced across the silk of my dress. A flutter of nerves and excitement rushed through me. Four years—four years I’d been waiting for this moment. “Tonight's special,” I’d told myself. Grant had never been one for grand gestures, but this... this was different. He’d chosen the place, made the reservation. “Meet me there,” he’d said. And I’d let myself hope that tonight might finally be the night. My phone screen blinked back at me. He was late, the minutes dragging as I tried to keep my anxious mind from running wild. Finally, I saw him cross the restaurant’s entrance, dressed in denim shorts and a sleeveless shirt that flaunted those small arms of his, his tall frame familiar yet distant. I sat up straighter, my pulse racing as he walked toward me, though something in
~Sienna~The harsh ring of my phone jolted me awake, slicing through the haze of my hangover like a siren. I squinted, reaching out blindly until my hand found my phone, and I heard Violet’s voice on the other end, loud and filled with urgency.“Sienna! You better be on your way, girl. We can’t be late today, not with the new boss making his grand entrance!”Her words hit me like a bucket of ice water, bringing me back to reality. I blinked, trying to clear the sleep and fog from my mind, and quickly took in my surroundings. This wasn’t my bed. Sunlight filtered in through partially closed curtains, casting soft shadows over a room that was…definitely a hotel.Memories of last night began to resurface: a heartbreak, a stranger with dark, seductive eyes, and kisses that had left me breathless, melting into him in a way I hadn’t let myself feel in years. Part of me still reeled from the breakup with Grant, the weight of it heavy, but somehow, being with that man had dulled the pain just
~Lucas Jones~My gaze landed on her—Sienna, the wild girl from last night, the first woman in my life to ditch me without thinking twice.She was petite, wearing a simple white long-sleeve shirt dress that hugged her curves and showcased legs that seemed to go on forever.I wouldn’t have looked twice at this crowd if it weren’t for her—the way her cheeks flushed as she tried to avoid my gaze, hands trembling as she clutched a folder tightly against her chest.My jaw clenched at the memory.At first, I’d just wanted her for a bit of fun, a distraction. But waking up alone to an empty bed and a cooling pillow beside me... it felt like a slap in the face. No woman had ever walked away from me like that, leaving me wanting more. How dare she?So, I did what I’d never done before in my life—had her tracked down. I made my PA, Derick, pull CCTV footage from the bar and run a full background check on her. And there she was, as fate would have it, an employee at my father's company.I shook o
~Sienna~I walked out of his office, my hands still trembling even after I’d signed the contract. I didn’t know if this would backfire, but at this point, I didn’t have a choice. I’d promised the hospital the pay*ent for Dad’s surgery in two days. If I messed this up, they’d send him out, and I couldn’t afford that.My head spun with everything that had happened in the past few hours— it's crazy. I took a deep breath, clutching the folder tighter to my chest as I forced myself to refocus. It's just six months, I reminded myself, six months of pretending to be his fiancée. Then, I’d be free.I dropped the fodder on my desk, ready to start the day, but just as I was starting to settle in, the soft ping of my phone interrupted my spiraling thoughts. A text from an unknown number, which I quickly guessed was from Lucas.“Stay after work hours. Meeting my father for dinner.”My stomach twisted. Dinner. With his father, the same CEO I’d been admiring from afar ever since I joined Weston Cor
~Sienna~“Don’t drool too much,” Lucas said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he tilted his head toward the display. “It’s just a show to make Father believe our ruse.”I blinked, caught between the flickering light on the diamonds and his words. I wasn’t drooling, thank you very much—but something about the rings had taken my breath.Lucas’s gaze settled on a ring—the most extravagant one in the display. It was a stunning emerald-cut sky blue diamond, large and perfectly cut, with smaller diamonds set around it, sparkling like stars in an elegantly simple platinum band.My eyes widened as he pointed to it. “Wait—no way. That’s…Lucas, that’s too much.”Without missing a beat, he signaled the sales assistant over, his gaze shifting briefly to me. “This one,” he said smoothly. “Box it.”“Lucas,” I hissed under my breath, stepping closer. “We’re pretending to be engaged. Pretending. We don’t need the most expensive ring in the store. There are plenty of rings here that are more afforda
~Sienna~ The moment Richard's eyebrow lifted, Lucas didn’t miss a beat. With a smooth, tight smile, he picked up the glass of lemonade as if it were nothing but water. “Oh, that?” he said, tossing in a chuckle that was all confidence and control, his glance sliding over to me with a look that burned. “I’m over it. Allergy treated last year. Doctor cleared me.” Richard’s brow furrowed, doubt flickering briefly, but Lucas’s unwavering stare left no room for question—or so he made it seem. He took a sip, set the glass back down, and met his father’s gaze like it was just another day at the office. I held my breath the entire time, dread pulsing through me. I had almost messed everything up. But Lucas had it handled, a flawless performance. “Well,” Richard finally said, nodding with reluctant approval, “good to see you’re finally managing better, Lucas. Health, as we know, can be… fragile.” There was a slight pause before he straightened, almost like he’d changed gears. “Tomorrow’s
~Sienna~ Waking up was slow and hazy, but the chill of Lucas’s sharp voice jolted me back to reality. “Had enough fun?” His words were like ice, and each one sliced through the drowsiness as I felt the heat rise to my face. “Or were you planning on using my chest as your personal pillow indefinitely?” I scrambled off him, flustered and disoriented. How did I fall asleep like that? More importantly, why did he seem so furious about it? I tried to ignore the way his piercing gaze followed my every move, making me feel like I was a kid caught in a mischievous act. “Sorry, I—I didn’t realize…” My voice trailed off as his expression hardened further, making any excuse feel small and meaningless. Before I could gather any ounce of dignity, Derrick walked in, looking worried but professional. “How are you feeling, sir? I brought some medication, and we have that meeting with Pierce Corporation at nine.” At the mention of Pierce Corporation, my heart nearly stopped. I checked my watch—8
~Sienna~ Grant’s grip on my wrist was like a steel vice, his fingers digging into my skin as he yanked me toward a dark corner of the club. The crowded dance floor blurred around me, the music pounding like the rapid beat of my heart. “What the hell, Grant? Let me go!” I hissed, struggling against him. My heels skidded on the glossy floor as I fought to keep my balance. He didn’t respond, his smirk twisting into something darker as he pulled me further away from the main area. “Derrick!” I whispered urgently into the mic. “I’m being dragged—get the damn security team! I’m losing Étienne!” Through the earpiece, Derrick’s voice growled, “What the fu*k? Seems like he’s really bent on ruining things for us. Hold tight, Miss Wilde. Rescue is on the way.” I craned my neck, desperately trying to spot Étienne through the throng of people. He was already nearing the VIP section, his white kurta gleaming under the flashing lights. My stomach twisted painfully. “Derrick, I can’t lose him
~Sienna~Lucas’s words still echoed in my mind as I stood there, staring at the door he had stormed through. “You’re not leaving, Sienna. Not until I know you’re safe.”I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to push away the chaos swirling in my chest. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, hear it in his voice. He loved me. I had no doubt about that. But love wasn’t enough—not without trust, not without actions to back it up.I inhaled sharply and turned toward the window, watching the soft glow of the city lights below. I had to focus. This mission was all that mattered now. Lucas would have to prove himself in his own time.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Derrick entered, his expression calm and composed as usual. “It’s time. Étienne Laurent will be at The Peacock Lounge tonight. That’s where you’ll meet him.”“The Peacock Lounge?” I repeated, quickly taking a sip from Lucas’s leftover wine.“It’s a popular desi club downtown,” Derrick said as we exited the suite.
~Lucas~I scoffed inwardly, gripping the stem of my wineglass with more force than necessary. Did she really just say she wanted to terminate the contract? Seriously, Sienna? The audacity.I set the glass down carefully, not trusting my temper not to shatter it.How could she think of walking away, severing the one thing tying us together? The mere thought twisted in my chest like a dagger. I didn’t know if I wanted to lash out, demanding to know why she would give up so easily, or pretend I didn’t care.But I cared. I cared more than I wanted to admit.For the past two days in India, she’d haunted my every thought. I’d scrolled through her socials countless times, a small, stupid smile tugging at my lips whenever I saw her pictures. The part of me that I kept buried—the part that craved love despite the scars Lydia— my ex left—had wanted to let it all go. To forget about her connection to Grant, to forget about the circumstances that kept pulling us apart.But now? Now she was tryin
~Sienna~My eyes widened, disbelief washing over me like a tidal wave. The Laurents? How on earth?The words echoed in my mind as I stared blankly at the photo Derrick had shown me. Étienne Laurent.The Laurent Empire wasn’t just a business dynasty—it was a global juggernaut, towering over countless industries. Technology, luxury goods, fashion, real estate—they had their hands in everything. And tech? That was just one of their many playgrounds.The edges of the phone pressed into my palms, grounding me, but it did little to slow the racing of my thoughts. My pulse roared in my ears as I sat frozen, my mind spiraling into chaos. But what does this have to do with Clarke? With India? With me?“Miss Wilde?” Derrick’s voice sliced through my spiraling thoughts like a whip, sharp and pointed.I flinched, my head snapping up as I met his intense, steel-gray gaze. His stare bore into me, unyielding, as if trying to drag me back to the moment. “Are you still with us?”My eyes darted to L
~Sienna~The first thing I noticed as I stirred awake was the faint hum of the air conditioner and the subtle scent of jasmine in the air. My limbs felt heavy, like I was dragging myself through water—the lingering effects of whatever Derrick had used to knock me out still clouding my head.Slowly, I pushed myself upright, my heartbeat picking up as unfamiliar surroundings came into focus.The room was enormous, with high ceilings painted in muted golds and creams, the kind of understated elegance that screamed wealth. Heavy silk curtains framed large windows, filtering sunlight that spilled across a carved wooden bed and matching furniture. A vase of bright marigolds stood on a nearby table, their bold yellow petals the only pop of color in the neutral tones of the room.This wasn’t home.I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the coolness of the marble floor grounding me slightly as I stumbled toward the window. My breath caught as I yanked the curtains open, the world outside c
~Sienna~It was two days after Violet’s arrival, and somehow, I found myself standing in front of Club de Luxe, a high-end nightclub with an over-the-top neon sign that bathed the street in flashes of pink and blue. Thanks to Violet’s relentless idea and Hannah’s persuasion, I couldn’t say no.Now I was here, wearing a short, figure-hugging black dress that barely reached mid-thigh, paired with silver heels. The dress wasn’t my style, but Violet had insisted, claiming it was "the perfect blend of hot and classy."Beside me, Violet and Hannah were giggling like schoolgirls, each draped in outfits that screamed "look at me." Violet wore a sequined red dress that sparkled under every light, her coffee-brown bob now dyed jet black, styled sleekly to frame her face like she was about to step onto a runway. Hannah, on the other hand, went for a pale blue slip dress that clung to her figure, her makeup soft and playful. Her ginger hair was pinned back in loose waves, accentuating her oval
~Sienna~“Why are you hiding him?”“Hannah!” I shot her a deadly glare. She rolled her eyes but grabbed Derrick by the wrist, dragging him toward the corridor. Before I could say more, I heard the door to her room bang shut, echoing down the hallway.I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. This week was becoming more chaotic than I could handle.Flipping the front door open, I was met with the sight of Violet struggling to hoist two large suitcases over the porch step. She paused mid-struggle, her disheveled hair sticking out in all directions, and groaned like someone who had just fought through a war.“Violet?” I called, my slippers slapping against the wooden steps as I rushed down. The warm mid morning sun bathed the porch, but the brightness of the golden rays did nothing to mask her exhaustion plastered on her face.She plopped down on one of the suitcases, her shoulders slumping as though the weight of the world rested on them. Her head shot up at the sound of my ap
~Sienna~ The house felt oppressively heavy that morning, suffused with a weight that seemed to cling to every surface, every breath. It wasn’t just the silence—it was the invisible wound left by Lilian’s betrayal. Dad had barely said a word since last night. He sat in his armchair by the window in the living room as he couldn't bare to step a foot into that room anymore. The glow of the morning sun dancing across his face. His shoulders sagged, his once-proud frame now hunched as if the betrayal had squeezed life out of him. He stared out at the empty street, his eyes unfocused, and I wondered if he even registered the view. I couldn’t blame him. How does someone rebuild after nearly two decades of marriage crumble to dust in a single, devastating moment? I’d always seen Dad as indestructible—a man who could survive anything. But this? This was different. Hannah was curled up on the couch, her knees drawn to her chest, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her eyes were puffy
~Lucas~I flopped onto the bed, my heart shattering all over again as the chaos from earlier played back in my mind. I couldn’t believe it.I can't believe the woman I had fallen for, the one I’d opened my heart to, had been with my half-brother for years."Keep Feasting on my leftovers...." Fuckiing bastard! I yelled, punching the pillows in frustration. I just lost face to that loser because of her.I chuckled bitterly as memories of our first meeting rushed back.So it was Grant who broke her heart that night.Great.Lucas, Lucas... I cursed myself silently. You messed up real big. You settled for less, and now you’re paying the price.I yanked my shirt off and tossed it carelessly across the room, not even looking where it landed. Running a hand through my hair, I sighed heavily.No wonder Grant had come to her rescue today. The signs had been there all along, but I had let love cloud my judgment.My heart tightened when I remembered the look in her eyes. She looked so damn sad, l