MasukMy 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
(Sienna’s POV)Landon doesn’t reach for the documents in my hand. Instead, he scoffs, “A court order, so fucking what, Sienna!” “Read it,” I say cooly, handing him the documents in a file fastened by the Royal seal. I notice out of the corner of my eyes, Brianna’s gaze fixating to the closure. La
(Sienna’s POV) I knock on the door of Arthur’s office, hesitantly. “Enter,” his deep voice booms from the other side of the hardwood construction. I do as instructed, holding my tongue. Goddess, he’s gorgeous He tilts his head to the side, studying me. With slightly squinted eyes and pursed lip
Glancing at her, I notice her nod, releasing the seams of her dress. Her right arm relaxes at her side, and she reaches for my hand with her left, lacing our fingers together. She stands to her full height, petite as it may be, with her shoulders straight and braced for the storm almost upon us. F
(Sienna’s POV)I wasn’t prepared. Arthur’s hands reach for my waist, pulling me taut to his chest. His arms could wrap around me twice, while his hands graze just slightly lower, gripping my ass. Butterflies flutter deep in my stomach at the sudden contact, the full invasion of my space by him. His
The official clarification I release is clean, sharp, and professional. My PR team helps me polish the language until it sounds like someone far steadier than I feel. We post it on every platform we have, attach certification documents, screenshots, statements from suppliers, everything short of car
“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
I turn at the sound of my name and freeze.A small knot of women is standing a few feet away, clutching champagne flutes and designer clutches. I know them instantly. Landon’s pack. The same women who used to laugh behind their manicured hands about the wolfless nanny who would never be Luna, never
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







