She turns to find Ethan standing a few feet away, his crooked grin making her smile. He’s effortlessly charming, his navy suit immaculate, his tie slightly loosened. “Too many of those, and you might start enjoying yourself,” he teases. Sienna laughs, the sound dry and hollow. “I think I’ll need a lot more than wine for that.” Ethan steps closer, his expression softening. “You look... stunning tonight, Sienna. But you also look like you’re ready to bolt. How are you holding up?” She shrugs, glancing at her glass. “Surviving. Barely. This kind of party isn’t exactly my idea of fun.” He chuckles. “No kidding. Half the people here would stab each other in the back if it meant landing a better deal.” A suited man approaches, clapping Ethan on the shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt, but we need you for a moment.” Ethan offers Sienna an apologetic smile. “Don’t let the sharks get to you, okay?” She nods, forcing a smile as he’s pulled away. Alone again, the glances from across th
The room is electric with anticipation, every gaze riveted on Noah. People stand in awe, as though he’s some mythic figure stepping down from the heavens, his presence unmatched. There’s hunger and reverence in the air as if they’re all waiting for him to either grant them salvation or cast them aside with a glance. Nylar’s eyes never leave Noah. Her gaze is intense, almost seductive, an invitation wrapped in her sultry smile, but Noah is unmoved. His attention is fixed solely on Sienna, who stands next to him, feeling the heat of everyone’s stares but refusing to meet their eyes. Ackworth is already shaking with nerves, his hands twitching as he shifts on his feet. He’s desperate, trying to catch Noah’s attention, but Noah doesn’t even seem to notice him. Aurora, ever the strategist, is nearby, her lips stretched into a practiced smile, ready to thank Noah for his help, hoping to secure her own place in his good graces. But he’s already moving past her, uninterested. And then the
The morning news is a symphony of scandal and tragedy. Sienna sits rigidly on the couch, her fingers gripping the edge of the cushion as Powell London’s face dominates the screen. Below him, the caption reads: “Sky Inc. President Dies by Suicide.”"Jumped from his own balcony," Mia murmurs, her voice low. She’s perched beside Sienna, her eyes wide with pity and shock. Sienna doesn’t respond. Her gaze remains glued to the television, but she barely hears the anchor segue into the next headline. A photo of her and Noah from last night flashes across the screen, a smug smile playing on his lips as he steers her toward the waiting paparazzi. “And in other news, Sienna Davis, rumored heiress of Paragon Group, was seen arm-in-arm with billionaire Noah King at an exclusive event…” The words blend into a white noise of humiliation. Every tabloid and magazine cover showcases their image with inflammatory headlines: “From Nobody to Heiress Overnight.”“Davis Daughter Back in the Spotlig
The day is already unkind. The heels Sienna wears to her failed job interview feel like instruments of medieval torture, pinching her toes and making every step a trial. Her stomach growls in protest, reminding her she hasn’t eaten since a hastily grabbed apple that morning. As she rounds the corner to her building, the sight of Mr. Klark, her landlord, standing on the porch, drains whatever fight is left in her. She hesitates for a moment, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. Maybe if she just turns around and disappears, he won’t see her. But it’s too late—his gaze catches hers, and she’s trapped. “Sienna,” he calls out, his voice carrying the weariness of someone who’s been left waiting too long. Her steps falter, guilt churning in her chest. He has always been kind to her. A retired teacher, soft-spoken, patient—the kind of landlord people dream of having. And now here she is, avoiding him like a coward. “Mr. Klark,” she begins, her voice barely above a whisper,
Sienna freezes, her breath caught in her throat as Nathan and Arthur tower over her. Nathan, taller by a few inches, radiates his usual fierceness, his eyes sharp and unyielding. He never smiles—not because he’s incapable, but because he doesn’t need to. The cruelty in his gaze is enough to remind her of every moment he made her life miserable. Arthur stands beside him, his grin deceptively playful. That boyish smile used to fool people, but Sienna knows better. Beneath the charm is a dangerous, destructive monster, one who thrives on chaos and feeds off the fear of others. Nathan doesn’t bother speaking. He shoves past her, walking into the apartment like he owns it, like she isn’t even there. Sienna stays rooted in place, ignoring the fear that takes over her. She wants to yell, to throw him out, but the words won’t come. Arthur lingers, his fingers brushing through her hair like she’s some pretty doll for him to play with. “It’s a shame,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasi
Sienna doesn’t think—her hand flies across Noah’s face before she can stop herself. The sharp crack echoes in the room, and Noah staggers, completely caught off guard. His head snaps to the side, and for a moment, silence blankets the room. The sting of her palm against his skin reverberates up her arm, but she doesn’t stop there. As Noah winces, trying to gather himself, she stomps down hard on his foot. He lets out a muffled grunt of pain, but before he can react, she lifts her knee and kicks him square in his bare groin. “Fuck!” Noah roars, doubling over in agony. His hands instinctively go to cover himself, his expression twisting with shock and anger. “That’s for making my life hell!” Sienna spits, her chest heaving as adrenaline courses through her veins. Noah’s face hardens, a mixture of pain and fury etched into his features. His cheek is red, his breath comes in uneven gasps, and his eyes lock onto hers with a dangerous intensity. Sienna raises her hand to strike ag
Sienna’s world tilts on its axis, the doctor’s words replaying like a haunting melody she can’t shake. Her breaths grow shallow as the crushing weight of her own body feels foreign, like it belongs to someone else entirely. “That… that doesn’t make sense,” she whispers, her voice brittle and sharp around the edges. “I’m fine. I’ve always been fine.”Dr. Walker’s expression is carefully neutral, but the sympathy in his eyes is unmistakable. “It’s not uncommon for these defects to go unnoticed until later in life, especially if they’re minor. But stress, physical strain, and certain triggers—like an asthma attack—can exacerbate the symptoms. Given your asthma and the level of stress you’ve endured, it’s no surprise this has surfaced now.”Her head shakes with quiet desperation, a futile attempt to reject the truth being thrust at her. She grips the hospital blanket tighter, her knuckles blanching as if holding onto it might somehow hold her world together. “No. You’re wrong. You have to
The drive home feels heavy, the faint melody from the car’s radio doing little to fill the quiet between them. Mia keeps glancing at Sienna every few minutes. She's so worried. Sienna, however, stays lost in her thoughts, her gaze fixed on the passing city lights. Everything feels like too much—a relentless tide that refuses to let her breathe. It seems like she ends up with one or more problems each day. She doesn’t know where to begin to untangle it all. When Mia finally pulls into the driveway of their shared apartment, she offers a soft, encouraging smile. “It’s good to have you back. You’ll feel better once you’re inside.” Sienna nods absently, her hand gripping the car door as she steps out. But the moment they approach the porch, both women freeze. The space is transformed. Roses—vivid, blood-red—adorn every visible corner, their rich fragrance saturating the air. The stark beauty of the display feels almost suffocating. Mia gasps. She's in disbelief. “Oh my God. Osbor
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