Sienna paces back and forth in her room, running out of things to do and feeling her frustration rise. There's still nothing to do but eat, sleep, and watch TV; the walls feel like they're closing in. Then, without warning, the door creaks open. She jumps defensively, half-expecting some staff member, and ready to let them have it for barging in. “Are you–" Her irritation cuts off when she sees him. "Mr. King," she says, crossing her arms. "I know this is your house, but could you knock next time before entering?"Noah’s expression remains indifferent, unbothered by her scolding. “Are you ready?” he asks, ignoring her annoyance.“Ready for what?” she demands, stepping back, her stance rigid.“School,” he replies, as if it’s obvious. “You said you wanted to go, so let’s go. Get ready.”Sienna backs away, as though his words burned her. “Noah, you’re not taking me to school. And I think I’ve recovered enough to handle things on my own. I need to go home. I can’t stay locked up here. I’
Sienna shifts uncomfortably in the passenger seat, determined not to look at Noah. But her heart beats unsteady, traitorous rhythms, refusing to settle. She can still feel his lips on hers, the way his fingers brushed her cheek, and the memories flash through her mind every few seconds despite her best efforts to banish them.The silence between them feels suffocating. Noah drives without a word, his gaze fixed on the road, his face set like he’s on autopilot. It’s maddening, really. Here he is, the Noah King—powerful, ruthless, always surrounded by a security team or staff ready to attend to him—and yet, today, it’s just him, driving her to school like they’re two regular people. No guards. No entourage. Just him. And her.She can’t help but wonder: what if something happens? What if someone tries to attack him?Her fingers tighten around the strap of her bag. She knows it’s a ridiculous thought, but for all his strength, Noah has a way of making her feel… vulnerable. Or maybe it’s t
Sienna sits beside her father in the car, her gaze locked on the world outside, trying to distance herself from the man who suddenly has all the time in the world to talk to her. It’s so surreal she could almost laugh—if she weren’t feeling the sharp sting of betrayal slicing deeper with every passing minute.Sienna's gaze meets Stark's, and her breath catches. The familiarity is unsettling - the same piercing eyes, sharp jawline, and chiseled features stare back at her. His hair and angular face mirror her own, a haunting reminder of their shared blood.As their eyes lock, Sienna's thoughts clash with the resemblance. "No," she thinks, "I am not like him. My heart beats with compassion, my soul yearns for kindness."“Why did you come back, Dad?” she finally asks, not looking at him. “And don’t tell me it’s because you missed me.”Stark’s laugh is short and humorless. “Missed you? That’s a stretch, even for us.”She winces, a small, involuntary flinch that he doesn’t miss. But he does
The rain starts falling just as Sienna’s anger peaks, soaking through her clothes and her resolve. The chill of the evening has nothing on the coldness clutching at her heart. She can’t shake the venom of Stark’s words—the way he so casually dismissed her pain, as if it was nothing more than a fleeting inconvenience. "You’ve had it easy," he had said. "You’re not as strong as you think."Her fists clench at her sides, but it's not enough to stop the tremor in her chest. Everything she’s fought for, every sleepless night spent pushing herself to survive, is reduced to a footnote in her father’s eyes. And her mother—her mother’s love, her sacrifice, her life reduced to a mere mistake. Sienna can’t breathe. The world feels impossibly small, suffocating her. She thought she could let it go, but it’s all too much. He’s still pulling her strings like some puppet. After everything, after all these years, he still sees her as nothing more than a tool to be used when it's convenient.The rain
Sienna’s heart races as she tries to grasp the whirlwind unfolding outside her door. She glances around the small room, still half-dressed, hair thrown up messily, one shoe on, the other lying across the room where she kicked it off in frustration. Her eyes flit around, searching for her purse in a half-hearted panic. The one thing she clings to is her job, the place where she can at least try to feel some sense of control—if Arden will even take her back tonight.Just then, her phone rings, and she grabs it, balancing it against her ear with her shoulder while she rummages through the mess on her dresser. "Where are you, Sienna?" Mia’s voice buzzes through, edgy and urgent."Still home, getting ready for work," she mutters, shuffling through the clutter. "Why?""Turn on the news. And check outside."Sienna sighs. "What now?" She finds the remote, flipping through the channels. "Mia, what am I supposed to be—""Check outside," Mia interrupts, her voice sharp.Sienna, fumbling with he
Sienna sinks further into the couch, her eyes drifting between the window and her phone. Three days. Three days of unanswered questions, unopened textbooks, and an emptier fridge with each passing hour. Her classes have come and gone without her, and she has no idea if she still even has a job. It feels like the world has moved on, leaving her stranded in this limbo—all because of Noah.Part of her wonders if he’s doing this on purpose. Maybe this is his way of punishing her for running away, for blocking him. A cruel smile probably plays on his lips as he watches her situation unfold from wherever he is, enjoying the chaos he’s left in his wake. Her life has become a spectacle, with strangers and reporters circling her home like vultures. It’s only a matter of time before someone finds out who she really is and blows it all open. Sienna grips her phone tightly, tempted to call him—to beg him to just end this.Her mind drifts off to Mia.The silence in the house feels thicker without
The hum of the helicopter fills the silence, but it’s Sienna’s pulse she hears the loudest, relentless drumming that matches the height they’ve climbed. She grips the seat, palms slick with sweat, and fixes her gaze on anything but the endless drop below. Heights were never her thing; right now, they feel like a threat she can’t control, a wide-open sky that mocks her every fear.“Sienna.” Noah’s voice breaks through, a steady calm against the storm churning inside her. His hand finds hers, fingers strong, warm. The touch is grounding, reminding her that she’s not alone here. He glances at her, noticing how pale she’s become, how tense.“What’s wrong?” he asks, his tone gentle but edged with concern.“I... I’m afraid of heights. Thought you knew that,” she says, trying to manage a smile that falters halfway. Regret flashes in his eyes. He leans forward, signaling the pilot. “How long until we land?”“Thirty minutes, sir,” the pilot replies.Noah nods, jaw tightening. “We’ll get you d
After they finish their quiet meal, Noah summons a team of attendants to attend to Sienna. By the time they’re done, she barely recognizes herself. Every inch of her body feels renewed. From waxing to blow-drying her hair to a meticulous manicure and pedicure, they’ve transformed her. Her three-toned hair gleams under the lights, framing her face with an almost movie-star allure. She feels like she’s stepped out of a dream, ready for a magazine cover. The effect isn’t lost on anyone. Noah’s guards can’t hide their stares, and he throws them a warning glance that makes them look away. But Noah himself doesn’t look away. He just stands there, watching her, caught in a rare moment of awe as he takes in the beautiful woman she’s become. Sienna feels a strange relief at being pampered, though a sense of boredom is already creeping in. Almost as if reading her mind, a staff member appears and escorts her down a hall. She’s carrying a stack of fresh clothes. As they approach a pair of do
The King's estate is alive with music and laughter. Fairy lights dangle like tiny stars from every tree in the sprawling backyard. A small crowd has gathered to celebrate the arrival of Noah and Sienna's twins. The theme is unmistakable—soft blues for their son and delicate pinks for their daughter. Silk ribbons in both colors wrap around the columns of the grand patio, and tables are adorned with matching floral arrangements—roses, peonies, and hydrangeas carefully placed in crystal vases. A lavish archway stands at the center of the yard, crafted from intertwined blue and pink roses, where the naming ceremony is about to take place. Everything is perfect, elegant, yet deeply personal—just the way Noah insisted it should be. Sienna sits on a white chair beneath the arch, holding her twins, one in each arm. She’s radiant despite the exhaustion that comes with being a new mother. Her figure, still recovering, is wrapped in a simple but stunning dress of soft cream silk. Her bobbed
Seven months later, Sienna is standing on the brink of what feels like an emotional cliff, one that’s littered with equal parts joy and sheer panic. She’s not exactly sure how she’s made it this far, but somehow, she’s here—carrying twins, something that still doesn’t quite feel real. Despite the overwhelming support from Noah, his mother, and all the other people around her, there’s something deeply personal about these moments. They’re hers, and hers alone. But today, she’s about to share this experience with Noah in a way she never expected. Mrs. King had been a frequent visitor, popping by to help Sienna with anything and everything. From checking on her health to making sure she was eating properly, Mrs. King always knew how to show up and make Sienna feel cared for. It was more than just maternal instinct—it was love, pure and simple. Everyone showed her love and support, and Sienna was starting to feel more like a mother than she ever thought she could be. But today—today was
Sienna wakes up to the gentle caress of dawn’s light peeking through the curtains, her body swaddled in the luxurious silk sheets that seem to whisper sweet nothings to her skin. As she stretches, the soft fabric rustles, releasing the faint scent of Noah’s cologne, which lingers on the pillows beside her like a gentle reminder of his presence.She lies there for a moment, savoring the peaceful atmosphere, her mind wrapped in the serenity of the morning.But as the minutes tick by, the weight of her responsibilities begins to creep into her consciousness, gently tugging at her mind like a persistent whisper. With a soft sigh, Sienna kicks off the covers and swings her legs over the side of the bed, her feet dangling in the air as she sits up.The bathroom beckons, and she rises from the bed, padding softly across the floor. As she passes by the mirror, she catches a glimpse of herself, her bobbed hair mussed from sleep, her eyes still heavy with the remnants of slumber.Noah had alrea
Ibiza had been a place of healing and renewal for Sienna and Noah, where they deepened their love and rediscovered each other. It was there that Noah proposed to Sienna once more, this time determined to give her the proper wedding they both deserved. Without hesitation, she said yes. Mrs. King had been overjoyed when they shared the news, eagerly announcing that she would invite all her favorite people to celebrate. And now, here they were, bringing that dream to life in Washington, D.C.Sienna couldn’t quite keep her hands steady as Mrs. King led her down the aisle. The older woman’s touch was warm, her arm a steadying anchor against the whirlwind of emotions crashing inside her. Mrs. King had offered to walk her without hesitation, and though Sienna had been reluctant at first, now she was grateful. With every step, she felt the weight of the moment settles in, the sheer magnitude of what lay ahead. The aisle stretched endlessly, a glistening path of white framed by cascading f
Sienna stands in front of the mirror, running her hands over the fabric of her black gown, a simple piece, knee-length, hugging her curves just enough to make her feel... seen. Not in the way she used to, when the world felt distant, but in a way that feels like she's finally back. She can almost feel herself, the woman she once was before all the chaos and the pain. She’s still her, but somehow more whole.She pulls her hair back into a ponytail, smoothing down any stray strands, and as she catches her reflection, she can’t help but smile. It’s a quiet smile, almost foreign, but it feels right. She’s not broken anymore. She’s healing, piece by piece. She’s getting closer to the woman she wants to be, and maybe, just maybe, she’s starting to accept that she deserves to feel it.The door creaks open behind her, and she doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is. She feels his presence the second he enters. It’s like the room shifts, the air thickening with his energy, his magnetism.
The jet lands smoothly on the private runway, the scent of saltwater faint in the air as the engines wind down. Sienna steps into the aisle, stretching and shaking off the remnants of her nap. Her bare feet are cold against the polished floor, but her focus is on Noah, who stands ahead, adjusting the sleeves of his clothes. He glances back, offering her his hand. “Ready?” he asks, his voice low, steady. “For Ibiza? Always,” she replies, slipping her hand into his as they descend the steps. But as they approach the tarmac, her steps falter. Standing at the base of the stairs, holding a vibrant bouquet of sunflowers and white roses, is a woman whose presence Sienna never imagined seeing here—Noah’s mother. Sienna’s smile freezes, her expression a polite mask even as her stomach knots. Leaning toward Noah, she whispers, “What’s your mother doing here?” The words come out light, almost playful, but there’s no hiding the tension in her voice. “She’s here to meet us,” Noah repli
Sunlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their bedroom, golden and warm, bathing the space in a serene glow. Noah King stretches lazily, the sheets pooling around his hips as his toned body catches the morning light. Sienna, lying on her side, watches him, her lips twitching into a grin. Even after a week of marriage, her attraction to him hasn’t dulled; it’s only grown sharper. “What will we do today?” she asks, her voice soft but curious, as though the day holds endless possibilities. Noah turns to face her, a sly smile curving his lips. “That depends. Are you planning to wake me up the same way tomorrow?” She laughs, her cheeks heating at the memory of this morning’s intimate wake-up call. “Maybe.” His golden eyes gleam mischievously as he swings his legs out of bed, pulling on a pair of well-worn jeans. The domestic ease of the moment makes Sienna’s chest ache in the best way. “We should pack,” he announces, fastening the button on his jeans. “Pack?” She
“Oh, my world, YES!” Sienna screams, coming before he’s halfway in. “Noah!” The fullness sends her over the brink. “Uhn! Feel you!” He shoves home, ripping another scream from her. And again. “You would’ve stolen my cum, just like that.” She writhes in her bonds as her orgasm consumes her, numbing her mind. . . . Once she finally falls limp, he bites out, “More?” His muscles quake against her. How badly he must need to come! “Yes!” she gasps. “I will always give you more.” He draws back his hips and grips her around the waist, widening his stance. He’s readying. She fidgets in her bindings. He looks like he’s about to ravage her, and there’s nothing she can do but take it. “Um, Noah—” He yanks her back along his cock while his body rams forward. He yells; she moans from the impact. His position, her position . . . she feels like a sexual plaything. "Maybe I have been missing out on so much," she thinks because the idea puts her right back on the brink. “Your body nee
Noah leads her further into the bedroom and pulls a remote control from his jeans pocket. With the press of a button, all the windows turn to mirrors. “It’s a type of smart glass,” he explains. “For full privacy when we have guests.” Sienna's mouth drops open, surprise etched on her face. "How did this get here?""I've always had this room waiting," Noah reveals, "waiting for the right time for us to explore it together. Sadly, you left before that could happen."Fascination and anxiousness swirl in her eyes. She's captivated by the mystery of this secret space. How did he envision such a place? What purpose did he intend it to serve? She tilts her head in admiration. “You do think of everything.” “It gets better.” He pushes another button, and the mirrors shift to screens, displaying the bed from multiple angles—even from above. “There are cameras in the bedroom?” she asks, her voice catching with a mix of shock and excitement. Sienna's gaze narrows, her mind racing. "You sa