All Chapters of Married to the Heir : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sienna had never felt so watched in her life. The entire night, eyes had followed her. Some curious. Some judging. And some? Some were waiting. Waiting for her to fail. For a crack in the fairytale. For proof that she was exactly what they thought she was. A nobody. A gold digger. A temporary inconvenience. And Sienna? She refused to give them the satisfaction. — She sat at the bar, swirling the champagne in her glass, forcing herself to breathe. Damien had been dragged away by business associates, leaving her alone to navigate the world she didn’t belong in. She hated this. Hated feeling like an outsider. Like a fraud. Like she had a countdown ticking over her head. And she could feel them watching. Waiting. But she wasn’t going to break. Not now. Not ever. — A voice pulled her from her thoughts. “I have to admit, I was curious to meet you.” Sienna turned— And came face-to-face with a man who oozed power. He was older, mid-forties, with sharp features a

Sienna barely slept that night. Her mind was tangled in thoughts of Damien and Logan Pierce, both of them frustratingly powerful in their own ways. One was a threat, the other was an even bigger threat—just in a different way. She hated that Damien’s words stayed with her, that his warning about Logan wasn’t something she could just brush off. She hated even more that she had noticed his concern, that some part of her had wanted to lean into it. That was dangerous. She couldn’t afford to blur the lines. Because at the end of the day, this was a deal. Nothing more. Right? — By the time morning came, she was still exhausted. She dragged herself out of bed, wrapping Damien’s ridiculously expensive silk robe around her before heading toward the kitchen. And then— She froze. Damien was already there. And he was shirtless. Sienna swallowed hard. He stood by the counter, pouring himself coffee, his back muscles flexing with every movement. The sweatpants hung low on his hi

Sienna had told herself she wouldn’t get attached. She had promised herself that this was just a temporary arrangement—an agreement based on convenience, not emotions. And yet, as she lay awake in the enormous Lancaster estate, staring at the ceiling of her shared bedroom with Damien, she knew she was losing the battle against her own heart. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting shadows across the polished marble floors and the sleek, modern furniture that filled the space. It was the kind of luxury she had never imagined herself living in, yet here she was. And the strangest part? It wasn’t the wealth or the opulence that made her heart race. It was him. She turned her head slightly, eyes settling on Damien. He was asleep, his breathing slow and steady. In sleep, he looked different—softer, more vulnerable. Gone was the hardened expression he wore like armor during the day, the carefully controlled smirk that kept people at a distance. He was a myster

Sienna knew she should keep her distance. She had spent the entire day reminding herself that Damien Lancaster was not hers to hold on to. That whatever had been happening between them—whatever emotions had begun creeping in—was temporary. And yet, as she lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, she couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had touched her face. The way his fingers had brushed her skin like she was something delicate, something he wasn’t quite ready to let go of. It was dangerous. Because even if Damien hadn’t said it outright, she knew—deep down—he was struggling with his father’s ultimatum. One month. That was all the time they had left before he would be forced to choose. And she wasn’t foolish enough to believe he would choose her. Sienna turned onto her side, trying to push the thoughts away. But then she heard it—the faint sound of the bedroom door opening. Her breath caught. She didn’t have to turn around to know it was Damien. She could feel him.

Sienna had thought things couldn’t get worse. She had been wrong. After a full day of enduring Damien’s coldness, after a full night of tossing and turning in an empty bed, she had convinced herself that the worst pain was already behind her. That nothing could hurt more than the way he had shut her out. But when she walked into the Lancaster estate’s grand dining room the next morning, her entire world came crashing down. Because there, spread across the front page of every major newspaper and plastered all over social media, was her. And the headline that accompanied her face made her stomach drop. DAMIAN LANCASTER’S WIFE: A GOLD-DIGGING LIAR? Sienna’s hands trembled as she grabbed the nearest tablet off the table, her eyes scanning the article so quickly she barely processed the words. Sources reveal that the new Mrs. Lancaster isn’t as innocent as she seems. Before her whirlwind marriage to the billionaire heir, Sienna Monroe was nothing more than a struggling waitress wit