Novels by fortammyblackwood

Sienna POVFive years later…I sat at my desk on the top floor of Voss-Rock Renewables. No, that wasn’t right anymore. It was now Solvane Energy. We rebranded two years ago, right after our valuation crossed the ten-billion mark. Now, sitting at twenty-five billion, “Solvane” was printed across half the skylines in southern Europe, our name synonymous with the very grid infrastructure Marcus had once described to me on a rooftop as “the kind of thing that takes years to turn in profits.”It had taken three, but was never an easy task. It was a journey that was nothing short of a roller coaster. I still remember days I would work round the clock. Investors who laughed me out of meetings the moment they realized how inexperienced I was. Deals that collapsed the week before signings, more times than I could count. I’d failed enough times to lose track of the failures and kept going anyway.All because I refused to give my son, Edson, a life below what I promised him on that hospita

Sienna POVThe first thing that caught me was the sound, steady rhythmic beep of the heart monitor somewhere beside me. As my eyes slowly opened, the harsh fluorescent lights were enough to make me want to shut them again. Slowly, I was able to adjust my eyes to the brightness.My whole body felt heavy, aching especially around my lower abdomen.I glanced around, trying to make out if I was really in a hospital and not some sort of afterlife.The door opened, and a nurse stepped in, her expression softening the moment she saw my eyes open. “Oh, thank goodness. You’re finally awake.”She stepped closer with a grin on her face. “I think I should get the doctor,” she said, brushing my hair backwards. I tried to sit up, but she stopped me. “You had a lot of internal injuries. It’s better to remain this way until the doctor says otherwise.” “How long?” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “How long have I been here?” “Two weeks,” she said gently, adjusting the IV line near my wrist. “You’ve

Sienna POVLong after Marcus disappeared back into the party, I stayed on the terrace, turning his words over in my mind. Someone who understands infrastructure, regulation, timing. Could you be that someone?Three years. That’s how long I’d poured myself into Apex Industries…sleepless nights over spreadsheets that weren’t mine to claim, ideas that built an empire under Damian’s name while I stayed folded neatly into the background as ‘the secretary,’ thinking I was helping to build an empire for us and our kids.I was so caught up in the love thing that I failed to realise I was only a pawn all along.His words echoed again in my mind.“I’m a public figure, Sienna. I wouldn’t want you to tarnish my image by telling everyone we were once sleeping with each other.”My jaw tightened, my stomach twisting into knots.Three years ago, Apex Industries couldn’t even make it out of the shores of Washington.All of a sudden, he’s a public figure, and we were only having sex.I was so stupid.

Sienna’s POV I slowly took the papers from him, with no true intention of arguing further. My eyes skimmed the pages without really absorbing them— confidentiality, non-disclosure, no public statements regarding our relationship or anything about Apex Industries, in exchange for one hundred thousand dollars, payable upon signing.A price tag. That’s what three years of my life had become.“And if I refuse?” I asked, though I already knew the answer wouldn’t change anything.“Then we’ll have a much longer conversation,” Chloe cut in smoothly, arms crossed, “with lawyers who are far less generous than Damian is right now.”I didn’t give her the satisfaction of a response. I took the pen from Damian’s outstretched hand and signed my name at the bottom of each page. Damian folded the signed papers into his jacket, then reached into the other pocket and pulled out a checkbook, scrawling quickly before tearing the check free. “For the compensation,” he said, holding it toward me.Chloe’

Sienna POVMy face lit up with a warm smile as I smoothed down the front of my gown, one last time, in the mirror of the private lounge. Tonight was Apex Industries’ annual recognition gala, and downstairs, hundreds of guests, partners, and board members were gathered beneath crystal chandeliers to celebrate the company’s most successful year yet.But for me, tonight meant something far bigger than quarterly numbers.I could feel butterflies in my tummy, my heart racing as I thought about the moment Damian would call me up to the stage.Tonight, he’d promised, he would finally make us official — no longer the quiet arrangement hidden from company gossip, but his fiancée, standing beside him in front of everyone who mattered to him.My hands drifted instinctively to my belly with a smile tugged at my lips. I couldn’t wait to break the news to him. He would be so happy to know he would soon be a fatherClimbing down the stairs, I could spot Damian surrounded by board members, their bus