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Siena walked past Sebastian as he stood in the large foyer. She could feel his gaze on her, and she didn't care… her heels clicking slightly as she found her way to the garage.

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

She stopped in her tracks, turning to meet his gaze, her hand going around her stomach, staring at him from behind her dark shades.

“Clothes… do they look like something else to you?" She pulled off the glasses, raising a brow. “Or have you never seen a woman dressed like this before, hubby?"

She twirled slowly, air grazing her lower back, which was bare—the gown only clung to her back from the butt down. A dangerously low-back design that made her tempting as sin, hugging her moderate, milk-white chest in need of a man's touch—but not Sebastian’s. Her future ex-husband once she divorced him. That’s why she needed to show off this much skin so she could get a man later.

“You do not dress like this, Siena." She could feel his anger from where she stood as she slowly moved backward until she was leaning against a car.

“I am making a change. You never talked to the dumbass Siena—what has gotten into you, Mr. Motherfucking Asshole?" A smirk on her lips as she walked to the door, pulling it open. “I am going alone, like I said. Go find Erica." She licked her lips seductively, winking at him as she showed off the key she had taken from the table when he wasn't watching.

“Siena!" he yelled, marching toward her as she slammed the door shut. “Open the damn door!"

“What if I don’t?" She started the car, driving toward him, threatening to hit him. “There are other cars. I am going in this one." She added, driving away.

“Fucking hell,” Sebastian cursed, his fist clenching at his side before pushing his hair back, watching the car disappear. He took his phone out of his pocket, biting his bottom lip in fury before a voice popped from the other side.

“Sir."

“Track my wife down to Grandfather's. When she gets to the family house, she must be held outside until I arrive… fuck her!” He hung up, taking another car.

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“Where the fuck is she?” Sebastian asked the man in black who stood somewhere at the corner of the manor.

“She hasn't arrived, sir.”

“I asked you to fucking follow her.”

“I did, but I lost her, sir.” The man bowed his head in defeat.

“Wh—”

“Seb," a sweet feminine voice called from behind him.

He turned, just in time for Erica to throw herself into his arms.

“Erica, what are you doing here?” He pulled away from the hug, his voice cold, alarming Erica—he had never spoken to her like that.

“But… but you asked me to come.” She pouted, her eyes misting with tears, frustration swirling deep within Seb, his confusion was also evident.

“I didn’t, Erica."

“Oh, yes, you did."

Erica was searching through her purse for her phone. Finding it, a smile settled on her lips as she opened a chat, giving it to him to read—how Sebastian had asked her to come with a puppy-eyes emoji and how she had accepted, ending the chat with an “I love you” from Sebastian.

“This is my business phone. You know this, Erica."

Who the fuck had taken his business phone?

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Laughter tore through the room. Fake people, real people, all of them making her guts tingle. She had begun hating this family—except for Grandpa Harper.

A laugh tore through her lips, gaining some people's attention. “Grandfather,” she called out to the older man who had his back facing her, anticipating seeing that lovely serene smile on his lips.

“Siena… oh my! Querida,” he pulled Siena into a tight hug. "I have missed you so much, honey… your presence is much better than Spain itself.”

Grandpa Harper was born in Texas, but his late wife was from Spain, and she had influenced the family greatly with the beautiful Spanish culture. She could remember when Sebastian got mad at his business partners—the ass-wipe would always curse in Spanish she couldn't understand.

“I brought you your favorite chocolates and your favorite flowers…”

They both sniffed the tulip flowers, bursting into soft chuckles, not minding the murmurs going on around them or the piercing gazes.

“You shouldn't be taking that, Father."

Sebastian's mom, Henrietta, stepped toward them, taking the box of chocolates roughly from the older man's hand.

“My doctor never said so…” he pulled the chocolate box out of Henrietta's hand.

Siena gave Henrietta a warm smile.

The delicate ring of a fork against a glass pulled everyone's attention—the gossip about Siena dying for a moment.

She turned slowly, taking a glass of wine from one of the housemaids, and voilà! Her gaze met Sebastian’s. His face lacked emotions but grew with a stiff smile before he looked away from her.

She could only wonder what he had in mind as she smiled back at him. She knew he hadn't told the old man anything, and now she would stay real close to Grandpa Harper so his grandson wouldn’t say anything stupid.

“It's nice having you back, Grandfather…” he started.

"Thank you, son.”

"A much better announcement than anyone has given you in this room tonight. And to anyone who wants to hear it…”

Siena and Sebastian’s gazes didn’t leave each other as her grip tightened on the glass. Then, she caught sight of the little cream paper in his hand.

The pregnancy results!

That was it—she couldn’t be mistaken.

She bit her lips hard, anger boiling through her as she saw the side of his lips raise into a smirk.

“My wife an—”

"Bastian, honey,” she called out sweetly, her voice and posture like a siren as she tried not to be too hasty walking toward him. “Why don’t we make this beautiful announcement later? Tonight is for Grandfather.” she said aloud with a breathy chuckle.

“I would love to hear it now. I love good news.”

Immediately, she reached Sebastian, who couldn't shake off the way she had called his name earlier. She wrapped her arm around his waist.

“What do you think you are doing?” she asked him through gritted teeth. “You can't fucking tell t—"

“And why can't I?" He pulled her closer, earning a slight gasp from her.

“Want to know where I went tonight? I didn’t only go to get Grandpa flowers and chocolates. I was torn between running away with the man I saw in the sweet store with your baby prov—”

Her voice was swallowed as his lips crashed against hers in a savage kiss. She tried to pull away, but he wasn’t giving her the chance. His tongue fucked down her throat, kissing her until she went breathless—until something new burned within her, just like the night she was drugged.

But now, she fucking wasn’t drugged, and her body was reacting to him.

“You two should get a room…” Grandpa Harper's voice was filled with excitement. He had never been this happy. Days ago, he had gotten news about Siena and Sebastian being lovey-dovey in front of the media. He knew his grandson had never wanted a marriage with Siena, but he thought they would learn to get closer once they were married. But nothing happened—until now.

Which meant he didn’t have to worry about them divorcing.

Because he never wanted any other daughter-in-law aside from the beautiful and respectful Siena.

He had already made a decision before now—that if Sebastian never wanted Siena, he would have her marry Sebastian's cousin, who was still single.

“You want to play dirty? Two can play this game."

A new fire burned in Sebastian's eyes as he broke the kiss, drool sliding down the corner of her lips—tempting Sebastian, who wiped it with his thumb, pushing it back into her lips.

“Forgive this interruption. My wife wants this to be a private conversation."

Siena’s fists clenched, her palm itching to slap his face until it reddened, but she feared making a scene in front of Grandfather, who was now watching them with dreamy eyes.

“You always were impatient, darling."

She straightened Sebastian's shirt, her eyes moving to Erica, who stood beside Sebastian's mom, both looking at her with eyes that wanted to swallow her whole.

“I'll make you regret what you were about to do tonight, Sebastian."

She pulled him back as he made to leave, taking the pregnancy report from his hand.

“I want to see you try.”