MasukI meet his gaze with my eyes deadpan, locked on his. “Yes. She was out of line.”Sienna remains silent at me side, yet I notice out of the corner of my eye that while the rest of the room has lowered their heads in submission to my father, hers remains even…with green eyes looking straight ahead to
(Arthur’s POV)Sipping my whiskey, I listen only half-heartedly as Uncle Philip and Daniel kiss up to Father.Scanning the room, my gaze falls to Sienna. She’s beautiful, I admit to myself. I thought her hair was dark brown or possibly even light black before, but standing with her back to the windo
Looking up like he didn’t just mock me for the third time in three days, he locks eyes on his sister. “And you see, we’ve been practically inseparable ever since.”She responds coldly. “Yes, it sounds like a whirlwind romance…a fairytale even.”Arthur nods thoughtfully, “Yes, Lizzie, you could say t
(Sienna’s POV)Arthur doesn’t speak for several heartbeats. I watch as his face on the video shifts from concern etched in his features to a look of contractual obligation. Suddenly, his chiseled jaw tightens. His eyes remain steady and hard. “Clean yourself up and return to Royal immediately,” My
My phone rings, pulling me from my thoughts. I pull my phone from my back pocket and realize that it’s Arthur.I turn it to show Landon and Brianna my screen. “I’m just going to take this,” I say holding up my index finger with a smirk.Turning on my heel, I spare a glance back toward them. “I’ll gi
(Sienna’s POV)Owen runs down the stairs. “I thought I heard a fight. What’s going on?” Brianna lashes out at me. “Look what you did, drawing my sweet Owen down here to all this commotion and your drama!” My eyes dart to him immediately. I know he’s almost an adult. It’s not like shocking. But gri
“I didn’t accuse her,” I say coolly. “The public did.”“You’re manipulating this,” he snaps. “You’re trying to destroy her reputation.”“She can handle her own reputation,” I say. “I don’t need to lift a finger.”His breath crackles through the speaker, furious and uneven. “This isn’t over.”He hang
Arthur looked at me like my rejection had short-circuited something in his brain. For half a second, his mask slipped. Then the pressure in the room shifted as he let his dominance out on purpose, as if he could force me to reconsider through sheer intimidation.The air thinned, but I held my ground
The moment I can, I escape. I mumble an excuse about needing some air, smile at whoever’s in my path, and weave through the crowd until I reach the large glass doors leading out to the terrace.The night air hits my skin like cool water. I inhale sharply, trying to steady myself. My palm still tingl
After the banquet, all I want is a hot shower, my bed, and thirty minutes without my phone buzzing.But clearly, bad luck was still following me.Instead, when the car drops me off and I walk toward my building, a figure steps out from the shadows near the entrance. Of course. Landon.He’s leaning







