Se connecterSiennaWhat 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
Sienna"Mrs. Falcon," I said flatly. "What are you doing here?"I knew she didn't come because she was concerned for me. No, that was something that would never happen, in this life or the next. Mrs. Falcon didn't show concern for anyone but herself and her immediate family.Anyone and anything beyond that was... nothing."You look particularly bad," she said, although the smile on her face didn't vanish. It was as though she just loved to see me suffering. Her nose turned up distastefully as if something in the air smelt bad. "They could have given you a better room, at least."She eyed the chair in the corner of the room and probably finally decided it wasn't fit to carry her precious body. "Drey paid the bills for you, despite my protests," she sneered. "After what you did to Vanessa, it's only fitting that he forgets all about you, but he's just too good."My anger clouded and formed tears I wouldn't let fall. Words filled my mouth but something was holding my lips shut tight."I
SiennaThe darkness was warm.It wrapped around me like a blanket, soft and relaxing, offering me an escape from the pain I couldn’t quite remember. In the darkness, there was no Drey. No divorce No fall and no blood spreading on the marble floor beneath me. There was only peace. But that peace didn’t last. I woke with a start, violently pulled away from the comforting darkness and thrown into a light so harsh it burned through my closed eyelids. The smell of antiseptic enveloped me and pain pulsed through every part of my body. The pain crashed over me in waves. I felt it in my legs which throbbed with a deep, bone-level ache. In my arm which felt like it was on fire. Even my ribs protested evey breath I tried to take. But the worst of all was in my abdomen.The baby!My eyes flew open, and I immediately regretted it. The light was blinding, and I squeezed them shut again as a groan erupted from my throat. “Mrs. Falcon? Can you hear me?”I winced at how loud the voice was, it pie







