All Chapters of A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend’s Dad : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~Sienna~I grab my bag and car keys, rushing out of my bedroom to the sitting room. My mom is sitting on the couch with the triplets in their activity center.“Hey, mom.”My babies' heads snap toward the sound of my voice. I chuckle. I walk over to them and give them a kiss on their cheeks.“Mm… muah, muah, muah, ahh!”They giggle, stretching their hands to reach my face, but I evade them.“Mommy’s got to go to work. I’m going to miss you, my babies.”I straighten and turn to my mom.“I have to leave now, I don’t want to be late. The nanny will come over by ten, and she’ll leave by five. I will be on my way home by then.”“Alright, I’ll call you when she comes,” she says, her attention returning to the kids.I hurry out of the room, walking towards my newly afforded Camry. I sigh with relief the moment I get behind the wheel. It’s so good to be back.I start the engine and drive toward Elias’s company. I connect my phone to the car and dial Nova’s number. I can’t wait to surprise her.

~Sienna~ I reach the location for the dinner, an upscale restaurant. Elias’s car follows behind me, and he steps out with his assistant. He walks over to me and guides me toward the entrance, with Alice sticking to his side. I have to ignore her little tricks, pretending I didn’t see her. Maybe, just maybe, she might be the perfect candidate to grab Elias’s attention and make him fall in love, then I won’t have to worry about his one-sided feelings for me. Some staff members are already at the reserved floor, while others join in later. I glance at the white room, everywhere crystal clean. A long, rectangular, decorated table sits in the middle with silver chairs by the sides. Delicious meals of different varieties and champagne bottles with wine glasses adorn the table. Elias pulls a seat by the left side of the table for me to sit. “Thank you,” I whisper, sitting down. He nods and takes his seat at the top. Alice immediately maneuvers herself to sit on his other side, her eyes

~Sienna~The weekend is for my and my babies alone, no nanny, just a little a help form my mom as usual. Today’s Saturday morning arrives with a relentless sun that bleeds through my curtains, mocking the heavy, complicated secret I’m nursing. I’m in the middle of a diaper-change assembly line, triplets are a marathon, not a sprint—when my phone vibrates on the changing table.It’s Nova. My heart skips a beat, a familiar mixture of affection and pure, unadulterated terror."Hey, Sea! I’m five minutes away from the east side. I’m coming to pick you up, send me your address. We are hitting the mall, and I am not taking no for an answer!" her voice crackles with that signature energy that used to be my favorite thing in the world.Now, it makes my blood run cold."Nova! Wait—no!" I gasp, pinning Naysa’s leg down as she tries to roll away. "I’m actually... I’m already on the road! Yeah, I had some early errands to run. Let’s just meet at the entrance of the West Plaza, okay?"There’s a b

~Sienna~ For the first time in weeks, I feel like I can actually breathe. I’ve spent so much time hiding, scurrying between my apartment and the office like a fugitive, that I almost forgot what the open air felt like. But today, I decided I couldn't keep them cooped up anymore. They deserve the sun. They deserve the grass. I want them to see the beauty of the world. I am dressed in a heavy disguise, a wide-brimmed straw hat that shadows half my face, oversized dark sunglasses, and a loose, flowy linen tunic that hides my body. To anyone passing by, I’m just another mother enjoying a weekend outing. Beside me, Sarah, the newly hired nanny, pushes the massive triple stroller. She’s a quiet, young woman with kind eyes and a professional discretion that I’ve come to rely on. She doesn’t ask why I look like I’m hiding from the paparazzi, she just handles the diaper bag with practiced ease. "It’s a beautiful day for them, Miss Sienna," Sarah says softly as we find a secluded patch of g

~Sienna~The day has finally arrived. The air in the boardroom at Gray Stone is thick with the scent of floor wax and expensive printer ink. Everywhere is spotless and sparkling. I move around the long table, laying out the final joint-venture contracts and the glossy property portfolios.My hands are steady, but my heart is racing for a different reason today. This is it. The handover. After today, the collaboration is officially complete. I’ll be free from the burning stares, the accidental brushes of skin, and the suffocating presence of Norman Garrison.I look up and catch him standing by the window. He’s in a foul mood, I can feel the tension radiating off him like a physical heat. He hasn't said a word to me all morning, his jaw set in a hard, jagged line.I don’t care. It’s none of my business. Just a few more hours, just a few more and it’s over, I keep telling myself. Then you never have to step foot in this building again.The meeting begins when the primary client arrives,