All Chapters of The Wrong Mr Calloway : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sienna’s PovJune showed up at my apartment with a bottle of wine and that look on her face that meant she wasn’t leaving until I talked.“You look like a ghost,” she said, pushing past me into the kitchen like she owned the place. “And not the fun Halloween kind.”“Thanks, that’s exactly what I needed to hear.”“I’m serious, Sienna. You’ve been off for days. Ever since that motorcycle thing.” She pulled two wine glasses down from my cabinet without asking, because after ten years of friendship she didn’t need to ask anymore. “Talk to me.”I sat down at the counter and watched her pour. “I saw his tattoo, June. The compass. I know it was him.”“Or it was a guy with a similar tattoo who happened to be riding away fast because normal people ride motorcycles fast sometimes.”“You don’t believe that.”“No,” she admitted, sliding a glass toward me. “I don’t. But I also don’t think chasing this is good for you. It’s been four years. You need to let yourself live instead of always looking ov

Cole’s PovI followed Nate out of the diner, keeping enough distance that he wouldn’t notice me, watching him walk toward his car with his shoulders tense in a way that told me the conversation with Sienna hadn’t been easy for either of them.I told myself I just wanted to make sure he got out safely, that I wasn’t going to approach him, wasn’t going to say a single word. I just needed to see with my own eyes that everything had gone the way we planned.That’s when the diner door opened again, and Sienna stepped out onto the sidewalk.I froze completely, half-hidden behind a delivery truck parked at the curb, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard I was sure she’d hear it from twenty feet away.She looked different than I remembered. Older, obviously, but not in a way that aged her. Just more tired, more guarded, like the last four years had taught her not to trust things as easily as she used to. She was looking down at her phone, walking slowly, and she wasn’t paying attention to

Roman’s PovVictor dropped a folder on my desk without knocking first, which was unusual enough that I looked up immediately.“You need to see this,” he said.I opened it and found property records, redevelopment plans, and a highlighted section showing that Sienna’s apartment complex sat directly in the footprint of one of our upcoming projects. “Since when is this connected to us?”“Since we acquired the block last year. It’s been sitting in planning for months. I only just noticed her building was part of it.” He said it casually, but something about the timing bothered me.“That’s a strange coincidence.”“It’s a big city, Roman. Coincidences happen.” He tapped the folder. “The bigger issue is security. If word gets out that she’s tied to company property, and given everything happening with Cole’s disappearance, I don’t like the exposure. She should move somewhere safer until this settles.”I thought about the men I’d seen loitering near her building in the security footage Sienna

Cole’s PovNate called me the moment he found out about the break-in, and I didn’t wait for details before I was already grabbing my jacket and heading for the door.“Cole, wait, you can’t just go over there—”“Watch me,” I said, already halfway down the stairs.“If they catch you on that property, everything we’ve built for the last four years falls apart in one night.”“My daughter’s birth certificate is missing, Nate. Someone walked into that house and took proof that Ava is mine. I’m not sitting here while Victor plays whatever game he’s planning next.”Nate didn’t argue further. He just told me to be careful, which we both knew was pointless advice at this point.I knew the estate grounds well enough to get in without triggering the main security system, old habits from childhood memories of sneaking out to avoid Douglas’s endless lectures. The guest wing lights were mostly off by the time I made it past the tree line, except for one window on the second floor, soft light spillin

Cole's Pov I went back to the estate three nights after the storm, using the same service entrance Nate had shown me, telling myself it was only to check that Ava had recovered from being frightened, telling myself it had nothing to do with wanting to see Sienna again.I found her in the small sitting room off the guest wing, alone, a book open in her lap that she clearly wasn’t reading, staring instead at the fireplace like it might give her answers to questions she hadn’t asked out loud yet.“You came back,” she said when she noticed me, not startled this time, like some part of her had been expecting it.“I told Ava I would try.”“That’s not the only reason you’re here.”I didn’t deny it. I sat down across from her, close enough to talk quietly, far enough to give us both room to breathe. “No. It’s not the only reason.”She closed her book slowly, setting it aside. “Then say what you actually came here to say.”I’d rehearsed this moment more times than I could count over the last