ARRANGED MARRIAGE TO A RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE

SiennaI stared down at the ring on my finger and took a deep breath. My lips were sore from biting them raw. This was it. I had to do this. Marrying into wealth was my only option.Call me a gold digger if you like, but you wouldn’t understand, even if I tried to explain. Marrying a man with money was my only way out—my family’s only way out.As a little girl, I dreamed of a perfect wedding with the man of my dreams. I never imagined it would end like this. Marrying for money—something I had always despised—was exactly what I was doing. No one wants to marry a beast, but what choice did I have? I had none.I glanced at my new husband. He took another sip of wine, his hand clenched into a tight fist. He barely looked at me. Even our kiss at the altar had been cold, clinical, and far too brief.This was the worst, yet somehow the best, decision I had ever made. I watched him out of the corner of my eye: his dark hair, piercing light brown eyes, and the sharp line of his mouth. He was ta

SiennaAfter dragging myself out of bed at six a.m., I went for a run to clear my head. These last three weeks have been a disaster; I feel like I’m drowning. Sebastian treats me as if I’m his literal property.All he does is boss me around and bark orders at every opportunity. I feel powerless—the contract explicitly states that I must show him respect and follow his lead. Whenever I try to do something kind for him, he just gets angry. I’ve never met someone so remarkably rude and self-centered. I hadn't even stepped foot outside the house since the wedding until today. I just couldn't stay trapped in those walls a moment longer.When I returned to the house, Sebastian was—as usual—busy on his phone. He was dressed in a sharp grey business suit. The moment his eyes landed on me, he hung up and approached.“I’m going to the office. Don’t call or text me. I don’t care if you’re dying; do not contact me,” he said, dismissively pushing past me. I rolled my eyes at his back and walked ins

SebastianI sat on the sofa in my room, nursing a glass of vodka as I gazed out into the void. Memories of last night kept flashing through my mind, fueling a cold rage. In all my life, I’ve never been more humiliated. Sienna knows how to play her cards well, but I need to step up my game. I cannot allow her to win. I am a professional at destroying lives—it’s what I do.The way she embarrassed me in front of everyone is unforgivable. I have a reputation to uphold, one that was already compromised the moment I married her. Then she went and made a fool of me. Maybe I should trick her into signing another contract? No. I need to do something worse. But what?Sometimes the dark thought of simply killing her crosses my mind, but I’m not a murderer. I want to ruin her life to the point that when she looks back, she is utterly shattered. I will break her into a billion pieces.Just as those thoughts took hold, the door swung open. She walked in with a triumphant grin on her face. Speak of t

SebastianThe air between us was tense. Neither of us said a word, and I certainly wasn't going to be the one to break the silence. She called me here; it was her responsibility to speak. I just sat there, glaring daggers at her.My mother must be a different species, I thought. Of all the rich women she could have set me up with, why Sienna? Something was off. Her story about Sienna begging to marry me didn't make full sense. Then, I remembered seeing Sienna hiding something behind her back earlier. A dark thought dawned on me: what if my mother is trying to get Sienna to poison me? I wouldn't put it past her. I have to be careful. I just hope Frederick comes through with the background check quickly.“So, I guess you’re going to give me the silent treatment forever? ” she finally asked.“Mother, please. It’s better if you stay quiet. The world needs peace.”She laughed. “Just like your father. Worthless.”“Everything I have took blood, sweat, and tears. Use another word. Besides, Dad

SebastianAfter adjusting my jacket, I turned to look at whatever her name was—Aficia, Alicia, Atifia... she winked at me and bit her lip, her eyes filled with lust. Mine, however, were filled with disgust. After all, I’d already had my way with her.“Sir, we should definitely do that again. I ha—”“Out!” I barked. I pulled some cash from my wallet and hurled it at her. “This is no place for girls like you to tarry. Scram.”She snatched up the money and ran out with tear-filled eyes. I hadn’t even said anything particularly hurtful yet, and she was already crying. I laughed to myself. “Stupid woman didn’t even please me right,” I mumbled. They all need training. She had the look—big chest, small waist, wide hips—but she lacked the skill.I hadn't slept at home last night. I needed a break from Sienna’s face. I glanced at my watch: five in the morning. I had three hours until a meeting, and I felt strongly like canceling. I leaned my head back against the hotel window, staring at the ci