All Chapters of Hate You, Love You: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The mansion was quiet, wrapped in the kind of stillness that only came late at night. The storm from earlier had passed, leaving behind a crisp chill in the air, and outside, the moonlight filtered through the grand windows, casting soft silver shadows across the marble floors. Sienna should have been asleep. She had tucked Lily into bed hours ago, read her a bedtime story, and even curled up in her own room, willing herself to drift off. But sleep never came. Not when her mind was still replaying everything that had happened over the past few days—the almost-kiss, the way Grayson had looked at her, the way he had pulled away at the last second as if touching her would be a mistake. The way her heart ached, even though she knew it shouldn’t. With a sigh, she threw off her blankets and padded barefoot down the dimly lit hallway. She wasn’t sure why she was heading downstairs—maybe for a cup of tea, maybe just for an excuse to move. But as she descended the grand staircase, she

The storm from the night before had passed, but the weight of their conversation lingered in the mansion like an unshakable presence. Sienna couldn’t stop thinking about the way Grayson had looked at her, the raw emotion in his voice as he spoke about Evelyn. For the first time since she had met him, he had let his walls crack—just enough for her to see the man underneath the cold, untouchable exterior. But come morning, it was as if it had never happened. Grayson was back to his usual self—detached, composed, unreadable. If it weren’t for the flicker of something in his gaze whenever their eyes met, she might have convinced herself that she had imagined the entire thing. But she hadn’t. And neither had he. ---The Kitchen EncounterSienna was in the kitchen when it happened. She had woken up early, intending to prepare breakfast for Lily before Maria, the housekeeper, arrived. She didn’t know why—maybe it was her way of trying to bring some warmth into the house. Ma

 The next morning, Sienna woke up with a renewed sense of purpose—and frustration.  She had spent half the night tossing and turning, reliving every moment of her confrontation with Grayson. The way he had looked at her, the way his voice had been cold but his eyes had burned with something else entirely.  He wanted her.  He was fighting it.  And he was punishing **her** for it.  Well, if he thought she was just going to roll over and take it, he had another thing coming.  She had been through too much in her life to let some emotionally constipated billionaire push her around.  If Grayson thought he could ignore her, freeze her out, and make her feel small—**he was wrong**.  And today, she was going to prove it.  ---**Breakfast Tension**  The moment she entered the dining room, she felt it.  The weight of his

The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of the mansion, casting golden hues across the marble floors. It was a rare peaceful morning, the kind Grayson was usually too busy to notice.But today, something was different.Something had been different ever since last night.Ever since he had stood outside Lily’s room, watching Sienna bring warmth and safety into his daughter's life. Ever since she had looked at him with those fiery eyes and challenged him—again.Grayson wasn’t a man who allowed emotions to dictate his actions.Yet, as he stood in his study, flipping through a contract he had read twice but still couldn't focus on, he realized something deeply unsettling.He was thinking about her.The way she had gently soothed Lily.The way she had held his gaze, unafraid, calling him out on the things he never allowed himself to admit.The way her voice lingered in his mind, whispering truths he wasn’t ready to face.He needed distance.The Sound of Her LaughterGrayson

The evening air was thick with anticipation as the soft hum of music filled the ballroom. The event was yet another high-society gala, another night filled with glittering chandeliers and people dressed in their finest, whispering about business deals and legacies.Sienna had spent most of the evening keeping to herself, sipping champagne and observing the kind of world Grayson Pierce belonged to. It was all polished smiles and calculated conversations—a world where emotions were locked behind steel doors.And yet, she felt his presence before she even saw him.Grayson.It was as if the air shifted whenever he was near. A heavy pull, an awareness she couldn’t ignore.She turned just as he approached, looking devastatingly handsome in his tailored black suit, his sharp gaze unreadable.“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, his voice smooth, yet carrying an edge.She raised an eyebrow, swirling her champagne. “I didn’t realize we had an appointment.”He exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening