Osborne’s jaw is set, and his eyes shadowed with unspoken tension. The atmosphere is stifling. Sienna sits perched on the edge of the couch, her fingers playing with the loose threads on her shorts. The scars on her arms catch the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the windows, but she doesn’t notice. Her gaze is pinned to Osborne, searching his face for the answers."I don’t let you out for your own safety, Sienna." He doesn’t look at her directly. “After everything that happened... after the attack... I can’t risk losing you again.”The words settle in the room. Sienna isn’t sure she believes. “The attack,” she repeats softly, her brow furrowing. She tries to recall it, but her memory is a black hole, swallowing every detail of her life before waking up in the hospital. Osborne has told her bits and pieces—enough to paint the picture of a bomb planted at their home, an act of malice targeting his company. He never elaborate on the specifics, though, brushing them aside like cru
Noah’s office has cluttered papers, overturned pens, and coffee cups drained of their contents. The air smells faintly of ink and frustration, a showing his restless state. He sits behind his desk, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his tie discarded somewhere on the floor. His fingers rake through his hair, leaving it disheveled, as his piercing gaze burns holes into the stack of documents in front of him. The silence is punctuated by the scratching of his pen as he signs yet another merger-related file. But the focus doesn’t last. His hand pauses mid-signature, his mind wandering for the hundredth time today. Sienna. The image of her being happy with another man replays in his mind like a curse. He doesn’t want to believe it’s her. He refuses. And yet… the knot in his chest tightens every time the thought surfaces. "Mr. King," Nile’s voice breaks through the silence, cautious yet urgent. The assistant stands across from Noah, holding a tablet. “Before Miss Davis went missing, s
Osborne’s lips press softly against Sienna’s temple as he gathers the last stack of papers from the table. There’s an undeniable unease around them, one that Sienna can’t quite shake. He flashes her his signature, charming smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you for doing this, baby,” he murmurs, tucking the documents under his arm. “I know it’s exhausting having to sign so many papers, but I just want to make sure everything I have is yours too.”Sienna forces a smile, though unease twists in her gut. “You’re welcome, honey,” she replies, her voice faintly shaky. “But why did I have to say all those things? It felt... strange. And why can't I read the documents? I want to know the contents," she requests, although she feels it is too late for that. She signed them without reading.Osborne leans down, brushing her cheek with his knuckles. “I just wanted to hear how it sounds coming from someone else. That's a statement I'm going to give next month. So, call it a test,” he sa
It doesn’t feel real—none of it does—but the look in Osborne’s eyes makes her stomach twist painfully. “No,” she whispers, shaking her head. “That can’t be true. I wouldn’t— I don’t remember him, Osborne. I don’t remember any of it.”He crouches down in front of her, resting his hands on the edge of the mattress. She doesn’t notice through her haze of guilt and confusion the smirk on Osborne’s face.“I wish it wasn’t true,” he says softly. “I forgave you because I love you. But hearing you say his name tonight...” He trails off.Tears blur Sienna’s vision as guilt takes root, even though she can’t recall doing anything wrong. The idea of hurting Osborne, of betraying him, feels so foreign, yet his pain seems so genuine that she can’t help but believe him. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice cracking. The blanket falls away as she slides off the bed, landing on her knees in front of him. Her trembling hands reach for the hem of his sweatpants, clutching it desperately as tears spill
Sienna sits on the couch, trembling as another wave of nausea leaves her stomach in knots. Her head feels as though it’s spinning off her shoulders, and her skin, pale and clammy, gleams under the light. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, and a soft sob escapes her lips, muffled by her hands.Osborne kneels beside her, his hand gently rubbing slow, soothing circles on her back. Yet, she won't stop the shaking.“You’re okay, Sienna. Just breathe,” Osborne murmurs softly, his voice calm yet tinged with concern.She tries to inhale deeply, but her breath stutters. “I… I can’t keep anything down,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and weak.His phone buzzes on the coffee table, breaking the momentary silence. Osborne glances at the screen and sees the notification: Doctor’s at the gate. He stands, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.“I’ll let him in. Stay here and rest,” he says.Sienna nods faintly, leaning back into the cushions. She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the unsett
Noah is in his office, his fingers tapping against the surface, his mind focused, yet weighed down by the enormity of what he’s about to do. The merged company is his now—Paragon is his kingdom, and with it comes the power to decide who will stay and who will go.Beside him, Ethan leans back in his chair, arms folded, his usual casual demeanor replaced with the careful attention he gives to every word Noah speaks.Noah slides a thick folder across the table to Ethan, his eyes still locked on the documents detailing the company’s reshuffling. “Here are the first few people we’ll be removing from the team,” Noah says. “This merger isn’t just about expansion. It’s about consolidation of power. These people are fired.”Ethan flips through the pages, nodding with approval. “You’re right. There’s a lot of cleanup to do, but it’s necessary. Some of these people will fight it, but they’ll learn to fall in line.”Noah leans forward, fingers steepled. “And the rest?”“They’ll be replaced. Find
Noah steps out of the car as they park, answering his phone as it rings. Clutched tightly in his hand, he raises it to his ear, he hears a faint voice—broken and trembling, but unmistakably Sienna’s. “Noah…” Her breath is uneven, her voice barely above a whisper. His heart pounds, adrenaline surging. “Sienna? Is that you?” “I’m… I’m in trouble,” she stammers, her voice raw with fear. “I need you.” Noah’s mind races, torn between the urgency in her voice and the confrontation waiting inside with Aurora. He clenches his jaw, already making his decision. “Where are you?” he asks, his tone steady but urgent. “Tell me everything, Sienna. I’ll come get you.” “I don’t know…” Her words falter, her voice cracking. “It’s dark… I—” The line begins to crackle, the static growing louder. “Sienna? Sienna, stay with me! Describe where you are!” Noah’s voice rises, panic slipping through his otherwise controlled demeanor. But the connection cuts off, leaving nothing but dead silence
Sienna twists her body, kicking and clawing at Osborne’s hold, her energy drained but her resolve unbroken. “Let me go!” she yells, her voice cracking from exhaustion. Osborne grabs her wrists with one hand, his grip unrelenting, while the other clamps over her shoulder, forcing her closer. “Stop fighting me,” he snaps, his tone sharp yet eerily calm. “You’re only making this harder on yourself.” But Sienna refuses to give in. Her nails rake against his arm, leaving red welts, but he barely flinches. She manages to jerk away for half a second before he catches her again, this time tugging her roughly toward the house. “Damn it, Sienna, *stop!*” Osborne’s voice rises, his calm cracking, but she doesn’t care. Then the low hum of a helicopter slices through the tense air, its spotlight sweeping over them. Sienna freezes, her wide eyes flicking upward as the blinding beam lands squarely on Osborne. The distant wail of sirens grows closer, accompanied by the crunch of tires again
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