Semua Bab Married to the Heir : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Sienna didn’t remember leaving the gala.One moment, she was standing in front of Damien, heart splintering as he hesitated—again. The next, she was in the backseat of a car, staring blankly out the window as the city lights blurred past.Isabelle had been the one to pull her out of there.She had grabbed Sienna’s arm, whispered something about not giving the press any more to feed on, and led her straight to the waiting town car.Now, back at the Lancaster estate, the weight of everything pressed down on her like a crushing force.The scandal.The betrayal.The fact that Damien had looked at her and hesitated.Again.Sienna clenched her fists, pacing the length of the bedroom she and Damien shared.She had told herself she wouldn’t fight for him anymore.That she wouldn’t keep proving herself to someone who refused to believe in her.But this?This wasn’t just about Damien.This was about her name. Her reputation. Her life.And she refused to let Richard, Evelyn, or Ethan control tha

Sienna stirred in the early morning light, her body tangled with Damien’s beneath the silk sheets. His arm was draped over her waist, his breath warm against her bare shoulder. For a moment, she allowed herself the illusion of peace—the idea that the walls between them had finally crumbled, that last night had changed something fundamental between them.But reality had a way of creeping back in.Damien Lancaster was still the heir to a billion-dollar empire. And she was still the woman his family despised.She took a slow, steadying breath, trying to hold onto the warmth of his embrace before it slipped through her fingers.As if sensing her shift in mood, Damien’s fingers lazily traced along her arm.“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.Sienna turned her head to face him, her heart squeezing at the rare softness in his expression. This wasn’t the cold, guarded Damien Lancaster the world knew. This was the man she had glimpsed in stolen moments—the one who kissed h

The storm hit faster than either of them expected.It started subtly—a shift in the way people looked at Sienna when she stepped outside, a whisper that followed her through the halls of the Lancaster Corporation when she stopped by Damien’s office. But subtle didn’t last long.By noon, the headlines had already spread like wildfire.“Gold-Digger Wife Ruins Billionaire’s Legacy”“Damien Lancaster Defies Family—All for a Woman Who Doesn’t Belong”“Lancaster Heiress or Scandalous Mistress? The Woman Destroying an Empire”Sienna stared at her phone screen, bile rising in her throat. The comments were worse.“She’s nothing but a social climber.”“She’ll be gone in six months, and he’ll crawl back to his family.”“Pathetic. She should know her place.”Her fingers trembled as she set the phone down on the kitchen counter.Damien stormed in moments later, his expression thunderous. “It’s started.”Sienna let out a hollow laugh. “No kidding.”He reached for her, his touch warm against her wri

The attack came out of nowhere. Sienna had barely taken a sip of her morning coffee when she noticed the tension in the air. Damien sat across from her at the kitchen island, his posture stiff, his expression carved from stone. He hadn’t spoken a word since she woke up, his grip on his phone so tight that his knuckles had gone white. Something was wrong. “Damien?” she asked cautiously, setting her mug down. He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his phone toward her, his jaw clenched so tight she thought it might snap. Sienna’s stomach dropped. On the screen was a headline, bold and damning: “Lancaster Heir’s Wife Caught in Secret Affair—With Her Ex.” Her breath caught in her throat. Beneath the headline were pictures—intimate, incriminating. Sienna and Ethan. A hotel room. A dimly lit bar. The two of them standing too close. Ethan’s hand on her waist, fingers grazing her hip like they belonged there. And the worst one—Ethan leaning in, lips inches from hers. Her heart sl

The city blurred through the taxi window, neon lights smearing across the glass like a distorted dream. Sienna had no idea where she was going. She just knew she couldn’t stay. Her fingers trembled as she clutched her phone in her lap, scrolling past Damien’s missed calls, each one another crack in her already shattered heart. Fourteen missed calls. Three texts. None of them said what she needed to hear. He hadn’t told her he believed her. He hadn’t begged her to come back. He hadn’t fought for her at all. And that was why she was leaving. Her vision blurred as she stopped scrolling and found the one contact that mattered now. Aria. Sienna hesitated for only a second before pressing call. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered. “Sienna?” Aria’s voice was sharp with concern. “It’s two in the morning. What’s going on?” Sienna opened her mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. A broken sob tore from her throat instead. There was a sharp rustling on the