LOGIN~ Alistair’s POV ~“No, I’m here to ask you to marry me.”The words hang between us, and for a second, nothing happens. She just stares at me like I’ve suddenly grown two goddamn heads.Her eyes go wide. Her mouth opens. Then closes and opens again, like her brain is lagging behind her ears, trying to catch up, trying to make sense of something that doesn’t make sense.I’m not surprised by her reaction. I know exactly how this sounds. How it looks.I know exactly how fucking insane it is to walk into a hospital room and drop a proposal like it’s a business pitch.But what I don’t expect is what the look in her eyes does to me.She is so different from ten years ago.Fuck.I can’t think about that. Not right now. Not when I need her to say yes to this.Because this is the only way to get what I want, although that is not entirely the reason.Suddenly, she starts laughing. Actually laughing. It’s not the kind of laugh that sounds happy, though. It’s the kind of laugh that sounds like sh
~ Sienna’s POV ~ Time passes so quickly, as though the entire universe is on my side. I have been awake for the past ten minutes, sitting on my bed and trying to distract my mind from thinking about what I’m about to do. Outside, the cherry blossom trees rustle as the gentle morning breeze blows through them. I lift my hand and catch a pink petal drifting into my room. “God, please let my days from today be as peaceful as spring,” I pray. At exactly nine o’clock a.m., a nurse comes in. Not Dr. Iris. This time, it is someone new with tired eyes and a name tag that says “Maria.” “Good morning, Miss Hayes,” she greets with a smile. I respond with a smile of my own. She tells me that she is here to accompany me for my tests before helping me into a wheelchair. Not that I need it, but she insists. Just as she is about to wheel me out of the room, my heart begins to beat faster than normal. “Are you okay, ma’am?” Maria asks, as though she senses my anxiety. “Yeah,” I li
~ Sienna’s POV ~“Sienna! Where are you?SIENNA!”Vincent’s singsong voice echoes through every corner of the house as he looks for me, like I’m some toy he wants to play with.My breathing turns shallow when I hear him getting closer and closer to the closet I’m hiding in.Soon, the cabinet doors fly open, and Vincent stands in front of me with a twisted smile on his face.“Got you.”Oh no.His hand grabs my hair as he yanks me out of the closet. I try to fight back. I always do, even though it never works.“How dare you talk back to me?”“Vincent, enough.”“You’re useless,” he says. I can’t see his face, but I can feel him. His hands on my head. “I’m the reason you are who you are today. I am the reason your sister has a shot at life, and you dare talk back to me?!”“Vincent, that’s enough, please,” I beg, because that’s what I always do.I beg.And he laughs.“You think you can act however you want because my father favours you? Fine, let’s see if he can save you now.”He wraps bot
~ Sienna’s POV ~ “You’re pregnant” Dr Iris’ words echo countless times in my head. They don’t make sense. They can’t make sense. The air in the room suddenly vanishes as though it’s been sucked out by the vents, by the walls, by the horrific reality of what Dr. Iris just said. You’re Pregnant. But that’s impossible, I can’t be pregnant. Vincent makes sure that I take birth control pills each time he fucks me, he practically forces it down my throat if I try to resist. So how did this happen? I placed my hand on my stomach. It’s flat. Nothing about it has changed. It feels the same as it did yesterday. It feels the same as it did when I walked out of that penthouse. There has to be a mistake. Yes, the test results has to be wrong. “No,” I whisper, shaking my head. The movement makes the room spin, but I don’t care. “Check it again. You’re wrong. You have to be wrong.” Dr. Iris looks at me with a calm, professional look “The tests are conclusive, Sienna. Your HCG leve
~ Sienna’s POV ~ Is this what death feels like? Just some cold, empty black hole where everything smells like bleach and antiseptic with that annoying beeping sound. My head hurts as though someone keeps smashing it with a hammer. Every inch of my body hurts. My arms, my legs. I try to open my eyes, but they feel like they’ve been glued shut. They are heavy, like I’ve been sleeping for a hundred years. I guess I’m not dead. Dead people don’t feel pain. Dead people don’t feel like they got run over by a truck. Beep. Beep. Beep. That sound. It’s a goddamn rhythmic beeping that makes my heart race. I finally force my eye open and all is see is white as bright blinding lights shine into my eyes, almost forcing me to squeeze them shut again instantly. “Fuck,” I groan, my throat dry. I blink rapidly until the room comes into focus. White. Everything is white. The walls are white even the bed I’m currently lying in is covered in white sheets. An IV line snaking from my arm to a b
~ Alistair's Pov~ The air in my dimly lit exclusive hotel suite is thick with the scent of coconut and white florals. Brielle, a sub is already on her knees in front of me wearing a black lingerie set with her hands resting obediently on her thighs. She is a professional at what she does, which is to take whatever it is given to her by men who have too much money and too many demons. I am seated on the black sofa with a glass of whiskey in my hand. My blood is too hot. It feels like battery acid running through my veins. Despite taking everything away from Thomas Miller, I feel nothing but a restless, violent itch under my skin. I need to scratch it. I need to tear something apart. Brielle unbuckles my belt while I take a sip from my glass. She shoves my trousers down, freeing my length. I am already hard—a painful, throbbing erection that has nothing to do with arousal. I don't do vanilla sex. I prefer the rough and primal kind of release. She leans forward a
~Alistair’s POV~ (Three Days before Sienna's accident) “Please, Mr. Kincaid. I have a family.” Thomas Miller crumbles in front of me while I check my watch. I have a meeting by noon. Damn, he is wasting my time. I look at this pathetic excuse for a man who once believed that he was some bi
~ Sienna's POV ~“Chloe Martinez is back!”I feel all the blood drain from my face. “That’s—”“Mr. Ashford's ex,” she continues “You know, the one he never got over. Someone spotted them at the airport last night.”She is back.Chloe is back.Maya chatters on.“Apparently, she has been in Paris for
⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️This chapter contains mature and dark themes involving a toxic and abusive marriage. Please proceed with caution.Key Triggers: Domestic Violence, Physical Assault, Pregnancy Loss, Coercion, Emotional and verbal abuse, Blackmail, and Trauma Responses.~ Sienna's Pov ~The door
⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ This chapter contains mature and dark themes involving a toxic and abusive marriage. Please proceed with caution.Key Triggers: Emotional and verbal Abuse, Sexual Assault, Domestic violence, physical abuse and Forced Medication.~ Sienna’s Pov~“You’re nothing but a whore, al







