Novelas de Matter Energy

Okay there. Let me write my own story. I was named Sienna. Right Sienna Vane, when the last name had to be attached. And somehow I just ended with this attitude towards life. The way I talk about things, the way I speak, all of them and strictly speaking probably not really it happened somehow. But I just like the way I speak. It had been years already, since I started talking to myself and letting myself live as a character so I can have some energy to deal with situations like this. And now here we go. There before me sat three people. Right before is my uncle, my father's brother, Marcus Vane. And two women, one used to be my step-mother, to whom my father married right after my mother's demise. Now that I think about it, such a family it is, whatever I have, before my eyes. And then Uncle Marcus started talking, while throwing the files which Riya, framed beautifully just for me, just go get me out from here, from Vane Media. And Riya was used to be and I used to call her sist

But unfortunately for the Screen. It died down just as he saw the screen. Sebastian walked in.He looked wrecked, which I now realized was likely an intentional aesthetic choice. His hair was damp from the New York humidity, sticking to his forehead in messy, dark waves. There was a smudge of grease on his cheek—placed a little too perfectly near his jawline, I noted. A prop. A costume choice for the role of the working-class hero.He was carrying two plastic bags that smelled like a heavenly mix of peanut sauce and toasted garlic."I come bearing gifts," he announced, kicking the door shut behind him with a heavy thud of his heel. "Pad Thai and Spring Rolls. And I hope you like heat, because the guy at the truck said this will burn your soul."I spun the spaceship-style chair around, plastering on my best, brightest "disowned heiress" smile."My soul is already burnt," I said lightly, my voice airy and carefree. "But my stomach is empty. You’re a lifesaver, husband."He walked towar

Confidential was what written on it. I sat down on the ground, the material is cool. I dropped the envelope onto the glass coffee table.Open it, a voice in my head whispered. It's right there. The Tokyo merger details. The family secrets. The leverage you need.I reached for it, my fingernail sliding right up to the edge of the heavy, untouched wax seal. The red wax was smooth, perfect—a symbol of a world that valued appearances over everything.But I stopped. My hand hovered, trembling just a fraction.If I broke that seal, that would not be fine. Since this is confidential. Principles matter. The evidence would be undeniable. No, I thought, slowly pulling my hand back. The envelope is bait. But I don't need to open it to discover the truth. I had something better—I had the internet and the skills to use it.I stood up and walked back into the study. The three curved monitors of the command center were still glowing, waiting patiently for me like loyal servants. I dropped into the

"Stuff about problems need to go away now, I'll be writing and publishing under my own pen name from now on Dave. Be my Agent."Dave on the other side doesn't know how to bring justice to Sienna, so he could only walk to ease the tension and anger builded on his veins. "I'll arrange the advance for you, but you want to keep this a secret, what if your husband finds out?""I'll handle things here, don't worry about them." I said thinking about how he said he won't betray let's see what happens I thought. "I understand, give me the necessary details. But if Vanes find out this?""They never knew anything about me Dave. All they needed was profit, nothing else.""How about I too resign from here?" "Stay there enjoy the double salary they provide Dave. Be my support from there." "Hahaha. Sure that works well. You are terrifying, ghat's why i like your way of work."I looked from the camara attached to the door to see who came. Standing in the hall was a woman. Tall. Ash-blonde hair p

Instead, he just grabbed a pen from the desk."See you tonight," he said.He walked out.I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding. Focus, Sienna. Hot temporary husband later. Work now.I turned back to the screen.Then I saw it.The keys he’d left. Not house keys.A key card. Matte black.Embossed in silver letters:CROSS INDUSTRIESI frowned.His name is Cross. The company is Cross Industries.Coincidence? Cross is a common name. Maybe the garage is a subsidiary.But my Author Brain—the part of me that wrote plot twists for a living—whispered:Nothing is a coincidence.Crazies like you exist, a voice whispered in the back of my mind. Right. Crazies like me exist. If Sienna Vane could vanish into thin air, why couldn't a billionaire play mechanic?I picked up the card. It was heavy.Who are you really, Sebastian?I opened a new tab. My fingers shook slightly as I typed.Cross Industries.Enter.The screen flooded with results.CROSS INDUSTRIES: The Trillion Dollar Shadow.AEROSP

My eyes slowly opened, smell of food hit my nose. And it smells appetizing. I stretched. Hand brushed cold silk on the other side. Empty.Panic spiked. Dream? Am I back at the Vane estate? I thought.Then I saw the black dress shirt draped over the Eames chair. The rain-streaked view of the Brooklyn Bridge.Right. Married. Homeless. Penthouse.I rolled out, body aching from the stress hangover. I followed the smell.The living room was blinding. Sunlight smashed through the glass walls.Kitchen. Open concept. Sebastian was at the stove.Gray sweats. Black tee stretching across shoulders that were too wide for a mechanic. He held a spatula like a scalpel."You're up," he said. But he didn't turn around."You have eyes in the back of your head?" I asked, leaning on the marble island."Reflection in the window," he said, flipping eggs. "Coffee's in the pot. Mugs up top."I poured. Black.One sip. Holy hell, Sebastian actually cooked it well. "Oh, husband, this is crazily good," I said,