All Chapters of Married to the Heir : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The cool evening air bit at Sienna’s skin as she stepped onto the Lancaster estate’s long driveway. The towering iron gates loomed ahead, separating her from the man she had once thought she loved.Ethan.He stood just beyond the gates, hands in the pockets of his expensive coat, his stance casual—like he hadn’t just thrown her entire life into chaos. Like he hadn’t just dragged her name through the mud in front of the entire world.But Sienna knew better.She knew Ethan was never casual about anything.He was calculated. Dangerous in ways that didn’t leave bruises, in ways that made you question your own reality.And now, he was here.Waiting.Behind her, the estate’s staff lingered at a distance, whispering among themselves. Isabelle stood on the steps, arms crossed, watching with barely concealed concern.But Damien was still nowhere to be seen.Sienna’s heart clenched, but she pushed the thought aside. She wasn’t going to wait for Damien to swoop in and handle this.This was her b

Sienna had spent the past few weeks navigating Lancaster politics, but nothing about this world felt any easier. The weight of the scandal still lingered, whispers following her everywhere she went. And now, with Richard’s veiled threats hanging over her, the tension had only gotten worse. Tonight was supposed to be a rare moment of escape. The charity gala was being held at one of the city’s most prestigious venues—a grand ballroom adorned with gold chandeliers and crystal centerpieces. It was the kind of event where appearances mattered more than substance, where the elite gathered under the guise of generosity while secretly competing to outshine one another. Sienna had expected the usual—cold glances from the Lancaster circle, reporters subtly prying for gossip, Damien maintaining that carefully crafted distance between them. What she hadn’t expected… was Julian Rothschild. “Sienna.” She turned at the sound of his voice, finding him leaning casually against the bar, a knowin

The car ride back to the Lancaster estate was thick with silence.Damien sat beside Sienna in the backseat, his posture tense, his hands resting on his thighs as if he were barely restraining himself. His jaw was tight, his gaze fixed on the darkened streets passing by the tinted windows.Sienna, still reeling from the confrontation with Ethan, stole a glance at him.He hadn’t spoken since they left the gala.Not after he had nearly choked her ex in front of a crowd of reporters.Not after he had grabbed her hand and all but dragged her to the car, ignoring every prying eye on them.The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.She hated it.“You didn’t have to do that,” she finally said, her voice quiet but firm.Damien’s fingers twitched, but he didn’t look at her. “Yes, I did.”Sienna swallowed hard. “You almost lost control, Damien. You don’t think Ethan’s going to use that against us?”His lips pressed into a thin line. “Let him.”Sienna let out a sharp breath. “Damien.”Finally,

By the time evening arrived, Sienna felt like she was walking through a minefield.The day had dragged on in agonizing silence, every moment stretching unbearably long as she waited for the inevitable explosion. She had no idea if Damien had seen the photos yet—if Richard or Evelyn had placed them in his hands, twisting the narrative before she even had a chance to explain.But she felt it coming.The storm.And she knew when it hit, there would be no stopping it.She paced in their bedroom, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows along the walls. The air felt thick, suffocating. Her nerves buzzed with anxiety, but she refused to let herself break down.She had made a decision this morning.She wasn’t running.And no matter how much Richard and Evelyn wanted her gone, she wasn’t leaving.A sharp knock on the door made her pulse jump.And then—Damien.He stepped inside, his presence like a force of nature, dark and overpowering. He was still in his suit from the day’s mee

The Lancaster estate felt different in the days that followed.Sienna no longer sought out Damien. She no longer tried to get him to talk, to see her. Instead, she did exactly what Isabelle had told her to do—she let him figure it out on his own.And the silence between them stretched.At first, she thought it would be unbearable. That the distance would drive her mad.But surprisingly, it wasn’t.Because for the first time since stepping into this world, she wasn’t the one chasing.She wasn’t the one proving herself.Damien, however?He was struggling.She saw it in the way his eyes lingered on her when he thought she wasn’t looking. In the way his fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach for her but held himself back. In the way his jaw clenched whenever she walked past him without a word.But he didn’t break.And neither did she.At least, not until everything came crashing down.It started at the charity gala.Sienna should have known something was off the moment she stepped into