Sienna wakes up on her 19th birthday with low expectations—just the way she likes it. No fanfare, no balloons. Just another Tuesday. Classes, lunch on the go, and then the late shift at the club. She’ll keep things low-key, like always, blending into the usual rhythm. Nothing special. Just her, the day, and whatever it throws at her. The only thing breaking the monotony is the thought of Ackworth tonight. She lets herself smile at the idea of seeing him. He’s been her favorite part of the last few months—unpredictable in the best way, always popping up when she least expects it, with that goofy grin that makes her feel like the world is a little more bearable. He promised he’d come by her shift tonight, and she’s already looking forward to it. It’s not much. But it’s enough. After class, she hurries through her routine, stuffing her notebooks into her bag with the automatic precision of someone who’s done it a thousand times. The phone in her pocket buzzes—a brief interruption to
With a slight gesture, he signals for her to sit, an unspoken command that feels foreign. “This is where you ended up?” he asks, his voice smooth but cutting. Sienna hesitates, the warmth of old memories clashing with the reality before her. “For now,” she says, forcing herself to hold his gaze. He studies her face as if reading her expression will answer unspoken questions. “A lot’s changed,” he finally says, the words carrying more weight than she can decipher. “But I’ll be around for a while.” His tone is somewhere between a warning and a promise, and then, without waiting for her reply, he’s gone, leaving her grasping at fragments of what just happened. **** Two weeks pass, and Noah King’s presence in the city is everywhere. The name has the city buzzing, yet it’s not the public Noah that haunts Sienna—it’s the memories. Mia knows everything, especially with the occurrence of that ugly incident at the club two weeks ago. Arden’s recent warning replays in her mind each time s
She opens her mouth to protest but stops herself, biting her lip. She’s trying to understand him, trying to figure out why he’s come back into her life after all this time.“Mr. King, why do we keep doing this?” she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “People will talk.”Noah’s expression doesn’t change. “Let them. I don’t care.”“I do,” she replies, her discomfort evident. “I don’t want to be part of rumors or scandals.”“You’ll get used to it,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “Because you’re about to be at the center of it.”Sienna’s gaze narrows as she presses, “What do you actually want?”Noah stands, moving closer, his presence overwhelming as he invades her personal space. Their faces are inches apart, and for a moment, Sienna can't breath as it feels like Noah is sucking all the air in the room. “You’ll find out in time,” he says, his voice low, as he steps back and buttons his suit jacket, the soft click punctuating the end of their conversation.“Let’s go,” he
Sienna blinks away the memories, pulling herself back into the present. It’s been two weeks since Noah King stepped into her world like some kind of savior—a knight in shining armor, or so it seemed at first. But now, she’s not so sure. There’s no such thing as debt-free salvation with men like Noah. He saved her that night, but his presence in her life afterward feels like shackles she can’t escape. And the chains are tightening.Noah has taken her out to dinner more times than she can count since then. Each time, she waits for the moment he’ll demand something in return. That’s how it works, right? Men like Noah always want something—always feel owed. But strangely, he hasn’t asked for anything. Just dinner. That’s all. He makes sure she’s fed, then either escorts her home himself or sends his driver to drop her off.It should comfort her, but it doesn’t. The small acts of kindness only deepen her unease. It’s like standing beneath a guillotine, waiting for the blade to drop. She kn
The next day at the nightclub, Sienna is wiping down the bar, trying to lose herself in the rhythm of work, when Mia approaches, her eyes narrowing as she studies Sienna. “Has Noah done anything to you?” she asks in a low voice, ensuring it’s just the two of them who hear. “Did Ethan hurt you or threaten you in any way?” The genuine concern in Mia’s voice tinges with an urgency that makes it clear she won’t let this go until Sienna gives her something.Sienna hesitates, but she can’t avoid it forever. “No, nothing like that,” she replies, shaking her head. “It’s just… weird.”Needing to escape the conversation, Sienna grabs a trash bag and heads for the back door. The alley is cold and empty as she tosses the bag into the dumpster, the sound echoing off the walls. She pauses for a second, pulling out a cigarette—not to smoke, obviously, but as a distraction.Before she can even light it, someone snatches it right out of her fingers. She spins around, startled, and there he is—Osborne
Mia is barely conscious when Osborne guides her through the door of his apartment. She stumbles, leaning heavily on him as they make their way inside. The soft click of the door shutting behind them seems distant, muffled by the haze of alcohol clouding her senses. Her eyes flutter, half-closed, but she still notices the familiar sharpness of his space—the black couch, the spotless countertops.Everything here is always too perfect, too untouched, as if Osborne just passes through his own life without bothering to leave a mark.Osborne kicks off his shoes, half-dragging her to the bedroom. "Come on," he mutters under his breath, not with annoyance, but with that same casual tone he always uses, like none of this really matters. He pushes her onto the bed, and the mattress dips beneath her weight.She lets out a soft sigh, sinking into the cool sheets. His fingers work quickly, tearing open a condom wrapper, the sound slicing through the room like a blade.But then, he pauses.Osborne
All night, Sienna can’t sleep, and this morning starts off rough. Her mind is fixed on one person: Noah King. Even in his absence, he fills up her mind.Sienna’s fingers instinctively wander to the necklace draped elegantly around her neck, the cool metal like an electric shock waking every nerve. The delicate platinum chain holds a stunning diamond solitaire, accompanied by a vibrant peridot – her birthstone – and surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds that sparkle like whispers.Her mind is a jumble of emotions as she thinks about Noah gifting it to her. She can’t shake off the feeling that there’s more to this gesture than meets the eye. Is it a genuine attempt to connect or a clever manipulation? Sienna’s thoughts swirl, replaying their encounter in vivid detail.As her fingers trace the pendant’s curves, she feels an unsettling sense of vulnerability. This beautiful necklace, meant to adorn her, now feels like an invisible thread binding her to Noah. The peridot, once a symbol
Sienna peels herself off the bed, her limbs heavy with her own emotions. Her body feels like a burden, as if it’s been anchored to the mattress by the sheer force of her sorrow.Her legs tremble beneath her, threatening to collapse under the strain of her exhaustion. Each step feels like a Herculean effort, as if she’s wading through quicksand.As she rises, the room around her seems to spin, a dizzying show of colors and shadows. Sienna’s eyes struggle to focus, her vision clouded by the tears she's desperate to hold back.With a leaden heart, she forces herself forward, driven by a fragile thread of determination. Her feet carry her toward the bathroom.The silence of the apartment is a blessing; Mia’s absence means she can avoid the awkwardness of pretending to be okay. She shuffles to the bathroom, seeking refuge in solitude in the quiet, dark space.As she stands before the small mirror above the sink, her gaze meets her reflection. The exhaustion and anguish all over her face ar
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