Novels by elizabethbasseymfon

Sienna I've always hated funerals.But I found out today that I loathed memorials even more. Especially when it was my parents'. I hated the pretentiousness and the fake sympathy people brought to it. It had been like this eight years ago too, during my parents' funeral. Strangers I barely knew, offering condolences with dry eyes and calculating smiles, already wondering what they could take from a dead man's daughter.Eight years.It was hard to believe that much time had passed since I last saw my parents. Since they got into that accident and I lost everything they'd left behind for me. That day, same as today, I let the tears fall freely. I didn't fight them. There was no one left to be strong for yet, not back then.I missed them. I realized that all over again, as I stood at the foot of their graves, looking down at the writing carved into the headstones. Uncle Charles had been maintaining the grave for the past five years ever since he came back into my life and told me the

DreyFor some reason, I’ve been thinking about Sienna Stanford very often recently.No, it wasn’t recent. Ever since the incident five years ago, I couldn’t get the woman out of my mind. Even now, the image of her lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath her, flashed behind my eyes.“Please the baby.”Even now, I could still hear the desperation in her voice. I could still feel it shake every thread in me, every fiber of my being.I could still hear those words I’d chosen to ignore, yet they followed me longer than anything else from that day. At the time I hadn’t understood them. I’d been too busy getting worried over Vanessa’s cut to think clearly.It was only later weeks later that those words finally rang in my head and I realized the implications of what I’d done. Or rather, what I hadn’t done. The life I didn’t save because I chose to turn a blind eye to her.She’d been pregnant. Sienna had been pregnant and she had tried to tell me about it.By the time I realized what she

SiennaWhat would you do if the man you supposedly hate with every fiber of your being was standing in front of you looking like a god on a hot Tuesday morning?Despite being several feet away from me, I couldn’t deny how good Drey Falcon was looking. He was so tall I’d probably have to tilt my head to look up at him and he seemed to occupy almost all the space around him.My heart was still thumping rapidly in my chest. I hadn’t expected to run into him so soon, but more than that, I didn’t expect how my body reacted to him. Every memory I’ve tried to bury for the past five years rushed up to the surface. Choking me.But I pushed them back in before I could start reliving them, pulling at the anger that had kept me going for the past five years.“Are you sure you’re okay, Sienna?” Jason pressed forward, his arm digging into my skin as he looked down at me, concerned drawing his lip into a tight, thin line. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I shook my head. I might have, because wh

SiennaFive Years LaterJason Carter was joking, of course, but you should have seen the stricken look on my face when he said those words to me. It’s been five years since that day, and Jason Carter is still as mysterious and enigmatic as the first day I met him.Still, he’s become rooted in my life and that of my twins.“Mama?” Ethan called out, tugging gently on my blouse. “Will Uncle Jason be coming with us as well?”I smiled at Ethan, while looking up to catch Jason’s eye. Ethan was the youngest of the twins and the most outspoken. In physical looks, he was the one who took after Drey more. The resemblance was uncanny, and one of the things that made me uneasy about moving back to New York.But Uncle Charles thought this was the best time. “Your company has become a global pillar,” he’d said during one of his visits to us. “It’s time to return home and reclaim what those people took from you, Sienna.”“I think Emma hates that we’re leaving,” Ethan continued, pulling me out of my t

SiennaWhen Uncle Charles said I was going to disappear, he didn’t say it was to Singapore, neither did he say how long I needed to disappear for. Still, it was a clean break.The first week after I kissed New York goodbye was hard. I couldn’t get all the things Uncle Charles told me out of my head. I couldn’t stop wondering if Drey knew about all of it, or if he’d been part of it from the very beginning.A part of me wanted to reach out and ask him if truly he felt nothing for me. If I really had been nothing but a pawn to him. But whenever that question sprang up in my mind, the image of myself lying at the foot of the stairs with blood pooling beneath me would pop up as well.I had my answers. I just had trouble accepting them.The second week, though, was different. Uncle Charles, through video conferencing, introduced me to one of my father’s subsidiary businesses, the only one he’d managed to save from the Falcons, because they’d seen it as worthless. I had a lot of work ahead o

SiennaThe Falcon’s may have a hand in the death of my parents?I didn’t want to believe it, but the evidence Charles prepared that stared at me from my lap was no joke.Why would they? How could…But after what I’d seen and endured for three years, could I really doubt this evidence? Could I doubt Charles? The Falcons were capable of anything as long as it benefited them. But would they go as far as murder?Would they go as far as killing my parents and puppeteering me? The latter was the easiest to believe. I still found it hard to wrap my head around the idea of them being involved in my parent’s death.“I have so much to tell you,” Uncle Charles cut through my thoughts, taking my hand in his. The warmth from his hand seeped into me, pushing the cold and shock away. “And very little time to say it.”I stared at him and I saw nothing but my father’s face. The last time I’d seen him was when he was leaving for a business meeting. He never came back. The news I heard next was that the