(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.
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(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
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SIENNA'S POV. I stared blankly at the documents that had occupied my mahogany office desk, the air tense and suffocating with every minutes passing by. I stood from the chair to rest on the wall beside the tall glass window of my corner office. I watched as the city ahead of me stretched before me in endless motion and drives but they feel so far away. I crossed my hands over my chest. Shouldn't I be feeling some kind of way? I should feel something, joy, relief, troubled or even fear? But all I felt was… numb. I moved slightly to rest my forehead against the cool glass — at least it gave the comfort I wanted. My left hand grazed my belly through the silk of my blouse — Julian's words replaying in my head. “We're married now, Sienna.“ the possessive tone almost creepy as it lingered in my ears like a sour tone. Slowly, I walked to my desk, picking up one of the many pictures from the wedding day. My hands brushed it for a moment, curling my lips to a tight smile, as I studied Jul
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I had been lost just some moment ago in the arms of the one whose kiss sent my gaze spiraling and vision blur until he paused, breaking his thought that sent everything I held strong shatter. My pride — self worth. “Your body seems too hold… quite some secret.“I froze, pulling the sheet tighter around me like some shield from danger, I shut my eyes tight, instinctively too. “Don't make this anymore complicated please.“ I stated with clarity or so I thought until my brain shut as my voice played in my head — broken, pleading. “But it already is. Isn't it?“ His voice sharper than expected. Why was he mad?I pulled the sheet tighter than earlier around myself, feeling exposed. The coldness from him contrasting sharply with the fear settling in my stomach. His gaze, piercing — what does he know, anyway? Why was his reaction this cold? My heart raced, Who was he anywhere that his reaction was already a judgement. Those stares, they made me curl up to the end of the bed like I had jus
SIENNA’S POV. I stared at Harper, not taking my eyes off her as she spoke. “It’s yours. That child inside of you. Nothing, nobody matters, it's just you and the child.”And just there, I thought, just maybe those were the comforts I needed. I adjusted my sitting position on the chair I sat on, opposite Harper. Maybe they weren’t just words. I really needed to give this child a world. That's easy. I mean, that would have,. but I was left in this desolate world, in a loveless marriage and now, it was just me and her. I wrapped my hands around my bowel - I was going to hide her until I found out who the father was.“Sienna..” Someone was calling my name repeatedly and it felt so annoying that he had to be jerking me off by my arm. I snapped my eyes wide with fury laced on my face and it only softened as my gaze found Harper calling unto me. I had been lost in thoughts that I had left her mumbling her own words to herself and she was calling back my attention. “I’m sorry. Need to go.”
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Torment takes another toll. Sienna’s POV. Ever since I did what Dominic requested from me, I can't help but feel relieved. I already made it pretty clear that I wasn't going to partake in his threats any longer. Although, it would be nice to start gathering some things about him in order to protect myself from whatever curve ball he intends to throw. I know he will. He is a parasite that keeps feeding off people and I'm not going to let myself be blackmailed and dragged around like a pawn. As I made my declaration to protect what's left of my life, a message popped up from my laptop screen. It was my nudes.Again. My mind went to Dominic instantly because I know he is the only person capable of doing something like this. “Dominic, I already told you. I am done with all your demands! I won't be your pawn in your little game. Go find someone else to play around.”I fired up a text message as a response to his threat. My eyes almost teared up as I was tired of everything. The repl
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SUSPICIONS. JULIAN'S POVThe week has gone with meetings upon meetings, calls for clarity, teaming up with employees and even holding board meetings too consistently, both impromptu and planned. And now just this board meeting was already a disaster. There was no trust or even patience. The company was already losing funds as payment for researches and even the shady deal signed got their way to exhorting the company's recent gains. Numbers didn't lie, the report showed clearly the company was bleeding money from every corner that I knew and did not as presented by the financial team. I clenched my fist to my side, jaw tight in frustration as I stepped into the quiet street with gaze darkened except from the sky outside that was painted with already fading purple but it did nothing. It was still what it was. I was losing the company. The whispers from the board room replayed in my mind, the hints of sarcasm in that voice, their almost void emotion that were so taunting on its own
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MY LITTLE SECRET. SIENNA'S POV. Since the night Dominic stepped in, I never laid my eyes on Julian. He never came home except on nights and that baffled me just because he would always come home drunk. I couldn't approach Dominic because of our encounter, but tonight, while I paced the room, I made up my mind to meet up with him. After all, Julian was my husband and it never mattered the circumstances. “Huh.. I'm sorry to bother you. Is anything going on at work? My husband hasn't been taking my calls and when he comes home I don't even see him till dawn after he comes back late at night.“ I muttered in a soft, breaking tone. I was about to tear up but I guided it as it was all the pregnancy emotions and hormones that portrayed me this week. Dominic burst into a rail of dry laughter, I could hear it — scornful, I could feel it, hysteric and sarcastic. He teared off in laughter again. “Husband?“ This wasn't a question but a tease that struck my nerves ; even hard. I ignored his
HOME IS NOT PEACE. JULIAN'S POVShotttttssssssss!“ I was already overly mad and this one wouldn't add more to it. “More please.“ I ordered more rounds, drowned them, but her name never left my mouth. It went on and on, stuck in my mind. I took out my phone, its screen lighting up to my face. “Find out everything about her. Sienna.“ I instructed and hung up the phone, I needed no response from the end as I knew, no one dared to defile my commands. Once I hung up, I reached the conclusion. Wasn't I already falling for this person??I hissed, waving it off, she was all about chaos And love… was a boundary here. I dared not to cross and if I did…I either had to choose to accept or receive. I took more bottles and shots… I had reached my limit but I never stopped, I kept on requesting for more shots as I drowned myself down in it, mind clouded in guilt. I crouched down before eventually resting my head against the counter and that way, I passed out, darkness engulfing me in its em
FOR THE LIFE INSIDE ME.SIENNA'S POV.I had not only gotten sexed with away from desire but his words stung me. I took the rough sheets where he had just made out with me and brought them to my nose. Not to sniff on them like lust or any, but the smell made my heart clench, tears welled up in my eyes threatening to fall and although I forced them not to, they did. I couldn't help it, I could not have. The room went silence once Julian slammed the door shut behind him, and all that hung on was not just eerie silence but cries. He stormed out of the bedroom not looking back or stopped once, and I sat, muffling off cries. Not just cause he raped me, but my baby was uncomfortable. Every thrust he gave, it was as though my womb shifted and that made me cry loud but what could I say?That I was pregnant and didn't know who the father of the child was. I wailed, tears gathering up in my eyes as if the eyeballs would fall to the ground. 'My child must think I'm already a bad mother.' I let