(Sienna’s POV)
“You’re getting married in two weeks.”
The words hit me like a slap. My fingers went numb, and the wine glass slipped from my fingers, shattering against the marble floor.
I barely heard the sharp gasp of a maid rushing to clean up the mess. My eyes locked onto my father, Edward Monroe, who sat in his leather chair, completely unfazed.
“You can’t be serious,” I whispered, my throat tightening.
“I’m always serious when it comes to family matters,” he said, lighting a cigar. He exhaled a slow puff, his sharp blue eyes watching me like I was some unruly child throwing a tantrum. “You will marry Julian Castellanos. This alliance will strengthen both our families.”
Julian Castellanos. The name alone made my stomach twist. I have heard the name a dozen times. Cold. Ruthless. A man who never smiled.
“I don’t even know him,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“You’ll get to know him after the wedding,” my father said, as if it was that simple.
I clenched my fists. “I have a life, Father. Plans. You promised me control of Monroe Enterprises….”
“And you’ll still have it. After you’re married.”
Anger burned in my chest. “And if I refuse?”
His gaze turned ice-cold. “That’s not an option.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m not some pawn in your business deals.”
“You’ve always been a pawn, Sienna.” His voice was calm, too calm. “You were just too naive to realize it.”
A cold chill ran down my spine.
I turned to my mother, Margaret Monroe, who had been silent this whole time. “Mom?” My voice cracked slightly. “You’re okay with this?”
She finally spoke, her tone unreadable. “Sienna, sweetheart, it’s for the best. Julian is…..”
“I don’t care who he is!” I snapped. “I won’t marry a man I don’t love.”
My mother’s lips thinned. “Love is a luxury, not a necessity.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “And you’re happy with this life? With him?” I gestured toward my father.
Her expression didn’t change. “Happiness is irrelevant. Power is what matters.”
The words slammed into me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
I turned back to my father. “I can’t do this.”
“You will,” he said. “Or you’ll lose everything.”
My stomach dropped. “What?”
“You heard me.” He exhaled another cloud of smoke, his smirk slow and cruel. “Defy me, and I’ll strip you of your inheritance and your hard work. You’ll have nothing.”
My pulse roared in my ears. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
Silence stretched between us, suffocating and thick.
I felt my world caving in.
I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling. I had spent years working toward taking over Monroe Enterprises, proving myself capable. The life I had built, the dreams I had fought for and now, all of it could be ripped away in an instant.My father knew exactly how to control me.
I forced herself to meet my father’s gaze as I found it hard to breathe. I needed time. “Give me time to think.”
His smirk didn’t fade. “You have until tomorrow,” he said. “After that, there’s nothing left to discuss.”
***********
I stormed out of the estate, barely registering the cold night air as I pulled out my phone.
Harper. I needed Harper.
I dialed her number. “Pick up. Pick up.”
Voicemail.
I cursed under my breath. I needed to get out of here.
Flagging down a cab, I rattled off an address without thinking.
I needed to breathe, to think—to drown this anger in something reckless.
The car pulled up outside Celeste, the city’s most exclusive nightclub. I didn’t hesitate. The moment I stepped inside, the bass pulsed through my veins, and the scent of whiskey and expensive perfume wrapped around me like a drug.
“Sienna?”
I turned toward the bar, spotting Harper, my best friend, in a short red dress, holding a cocktail.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked, brows furrowing.
I slid onto the barstool beside her. “Trying to forget that my father just sold me off like a piece of property.”
Harper’s eyes widened. “Oh, hell no. Who?”
“Julian Castellanos.”
She nearly choked on her drink. “You mean The Julian Castellanos? Ice-cold billionaire, rumored to ruin more companies than he builds?”
I groaned. “Yep.”
Harper whistled. “Damn. If you’re about to marry a soulless devil, we better make tonight count.”
I smirked. “That’s exactly the plan.”
Harper signaled the bartender. “Two shots of your strongest.”
I downed the drink without hesitation, the burn trailing down my throat.
And then I saw him.
A man leaned against the VIP section, dressed in a sharp black suit, a glass of whiskey in hand. Dark hair, sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes. He was watching me.
My pulse quickened.
“Who is that?” I murmured.
Harper followed my gaze. “No clue. But damn, he looks dangerous.”
Exactly what I needed.
I grabbed my second shot, downed it, and stood.
Harper’s eyes widened. “Sienna, wait….”
Too late.
I walked straight toward him, heels clicking against the floor. He didn’t look away. Didn’t even blink.
I stopped in front of him, tilting my chin up. “You’ve been staring.”
His lips curled slightly. “And you walked right over.”
His voice was deep. Smooth. Dangerous.
I arched my brow. “Should I be worried?”
He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “That depends. Do you like playing with fire?”
Heat licked down my spine.
“Maybe.”
“Good.” His gaze dropped to my lips before flicking back to my eyes. “Because I don’t do soft, sweetheart.”
My heart pounded.
This wasn’t me. I wasn’t reckless. I wasn’t impulsive.
But tonight, I needed to be.
“Dance with me,” he murmured.
I didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate.
He took my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor. His grip was firm, his body close. He moved with effortless confidence, his touch possessive.
“Do I get a name?” I asked, breathless.
A smirk. “Stranger”
“Stranger?”. The name rolled off his tongue like a promise of sin.
My pulse thundered.
One night. Just one night before everything changed.
I leaned closer, lips brushing his ear. “Then ruin me, Stranger.”
His grip tightened.
“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”
And then he kissed me—hard, demanding, nothing soft about it.
I let myself get lost in it. In him. In the reckless abandon of this night.
I had no idea that this wasn’t just one night. That this hot stranger would turn my world upside down in ways I couldn’t begin to imagine.
(Sienna’s POV)"Tell me your name."I smirked, swirling the golden liquid in my glass. "Now, where’s the fun in that?"The man beside me, tall, dark, and dangerously handsome, chuckled. His lips curled at the edges, his silver watch glinting under the dim bar lights. Everything about him screamed power.He leaned in, whiskey-laced breath tickling my skin. "So, you like mystery?"I took a slow sip of my drink, eyes locked on his. "I like control."His expression darkened, amused and intrigued. "Is that right?"I tilted my head, letting the silence stretch. Letting him wait.Then, I leaned closer, my voice barely above a whisper."Are you going to keep talking, or are you going to do something about it?"His eyes flashed.And just like that, I knew I had him….My back hit the cool glass window of his penthouse, his lips devouring mine like a man starved.Strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me against his firm body. His touch was possessive, demanding exactly what I needed.I let him
(Sienna's POV)"No. No, no, no... This isn't real."I felt my heartbeat thunder in my ears.The cathedral was packed, every seat filled with Houston's elite.Crystal chandeliers bathed the grand space in golden light, casting a warm glow over the guests, their murmurs like a distant hum. The scent of roses and expensive cologne filled the air, but I barely registered it.I was supposed to be the perfect bride-poised, elegant, glowing with happiness.But as I locked eyes with my groom at the altar, my world came crashing down.Because second the man I had a reckless one-night stand with just weeks ago-was standing there.As my husband-to-be. Julian Castellanos.His shock mirrored mine.His piercing blue eyes, once filled with sinful pleasure, now darkened with disbelief.A muscle in his jaw clenched. His fingers curled into fists.And then... his expression turned cold.Like a switch had flipped.Like I was nothing.I tried to swallow, but my throat was dry.Not only was I marrying a m
(Nathaniel’s POV)"Leave the wedding alone. Let them celebrate while they can."I leaned back in my chair, fingers tapping against the armrest as I studied the man in front of me. Tobias. One of my best men, but also the most impatient. I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest, eyes narrowing as I studied the man before me. Tobias. One of my best men, though I often wondered how he made it to this level. He was impatient, always twitching, always ready for action.He stood stiffly, shifting his weight from foot to foot, clearly struggling to hold his tongue."The wedding’s happening right now," he said after a long silence. "We could move in…."I cut him off with a sharp look. "Did I stutter?"He swallowed hard. "No, sir."I exhaled slowly, smirking. "Mr Edward, her father, thinks he’s clever. Let him. Once I’m done with him and his entire household, he won’t live to tell the story."Tobias hesitated, eyes darting to the side. "And the girl?"Th
(Sienna’s POV)"What the hell is Julian doing here?"I walked into my office, barely setting my bag down before my PA, Chloe, rushed toward me."Mrs. Castellanos," she began hesitantly, glancing over her shoulder as if afraid someone might hear.I narrowed my eyes. "What?"She bit her lip. "Your father and… um, your husband are in his office. They’ve been talking for over an hour."I frowned. "Julian?"What the hell was he doing here?I had assumed he’d be at his own company, playing the perfect CEO while I enjoyed a small break from his insufferable presence. Instead, he was here, discussing something with my father behind my back.My gut twisted.I turned on my heels and marched toward my father’s office.Chloe called after me, “Ma’am, should I—”But I didn’t stop.I pushed the door open without knocking, my pulse hammering in my ears.My father sat behind his desk, his hands folded in front of him, looking as composed as ever. Julian, on the other hand, leaned against the desk, arm
(Sienna’s POV)"What the hell is Julian doing here?"I walked into my office, barely setting my bag down before my PA, Chloe, rushed toward me."Mrs. Castellanos," she began hesitantly, glancing over her shoulder as if afraid someone might hear.I narrowed my eyes. "What?"She bit her lip. "Your father and… um, your husband are in his office. They’ve been talking for over an hour."I frowned. "Julian?"What the hell was he doing here?I had assumed he’d be at his own company, playing the perfect CEO while I enjoyed a small break from his insufferable presence. Instead, he was here, discussing something with my father behind my back.My gut twisted.I turned on my heels and marched toward my father’s office.Chloe called after me, “Ma’am, should I—”But I didn’t stop.I pushed the door open without knocking, my pulse hammering in my ears.My father sat behind his desk, his hands folded in front of him, looking as composed as ever. Julian, on the other hand, leaned against the desk, arm
(Nathaniel’s POV)"Leave the wedding alone. Let them celebrate while they can."I leaned back in my chair, fingers tapping against the armrest as I studied the man in front of me. Tobias. One of my best men, but also the most impatient. I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest, eyes narrowing as I studied the man before me. Tobias. One of my best men, though I often wondered how he made it to this level. He was impatient, always twitching, always ready for action.He stood stiffly, shifting his weight from foot to foot, clearly struggling to hold his tongue."The wedding’s happening right now," he said after a long silence. "We could move in…."I cut him off with a sharp look. "Did I stutter?"He swallowed hard. "No, sir."I exhaled slowly, smirking. "Mr Edward, her father, thinks he’s clever. Let him. Once I’m done with him and his entire household, he won’t live to tell the story."Tobias hesitated, eyes darting to the side. "And the girl?"Th
(Sienna's POV)"No. No, no, no... This isn't real."I felt my heartbeat thunder in my ears.The cathedral was packed, every seat filled with Houston's elite.Crystal chandeliers bathed the grand space in golden light, casting a warm glow over the guests, their murmurs like a distant hum. The scent of roses and expensive cologne filled the air, but I barely registered it.I was supposed to be the perfect bride-poised, elegant, glowing with happiness.But as I locked eyes with my groom at the altar, my world came crashing down.Because second the man I had a reckless one-night stand with just weeks ago-was standing there.As my husband-to-be. Julian Castellanos.His shock mirrored mine.His piercing blue eyes, once filled with sinful pleasure, now darkened with disbelief.A muscle in his jaw clenched. His fingers curled into fists.And then... his expression turned cold.Like a switch had flipped.Like I was nothing.I tried to swallow, but my throat was dry.Not only was I marrying a m
(Sienna’s POV)"Tell me your name."I smirked, swirling the golden liquid in my glass. "Now, where’s the fun in that?"The man beside me, tall, dark, and dangerously handsome, chuckled. His lips curled at the edges, his silver watch glinting under the dim bar lights. Everything about him screamed power.He leaned in, whiskey-laced breath tickling my skin. "So, you like mystery?"I took a slow sip of my drink, eyes locked on his. "I like control."His expression darkened, amused and intrigued. "Is that right?"I tilted my head, letting the silence stretch. Letting him wait.Then, I leaned closer, my voice barely above a whisper."Are you going to keep talking, or are you going to do something about it?"His eyes flashed.And just like that, I knew I had him….My back hit the cool glass window of his penthouse, his lips devouring mine like a man starved.Strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me against his firm body. His touch was possessive, demanding exactly what I needed.I let him
(Sienna’s POV)“You’re getting married in two weeks.”The words hit me like a slap. My fingers went numb, and the wine glass slipped from my fingers, shattering against the marble floor.I barely heard the sharp gasp of a maid rushing to clean up the mess. My eyes locked onto my father, Edward Monroe, who sat in his leather chair, completely unfazed.“You can’t be serious,” I whispered, my throat tightening.“I’m always serious when it comes to family matters,” he said, lighting a cigar. He exhaled a slow puff, his sharp blue eyes watching me like I was some unruly child throwing a tantrum. “You will marry Julian Castellanos. This alliance will strengthen both our families.”Julian Castellanos. The name alone made my stomach twist. I have heard the name a dozen times. Cold. Ruthless. A man who never smiled.“I don’t even know him,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.“You’ll get to know him after the wedding,” my father said, as if it was that simple.I clenched my fists. “I have