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Feelings Are Not Important in Business
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Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns Strange Thing
Desmond’s POVGuilt was a strange thing.It didn’t announce itself. It didn’t arrive loudly or all at once. It crept in quietly, settling somewhere between my ribs, heavy and persistent, like it had been waiting for the right moment to surface.The drive back to the mansion was silent except for the low hum of the engine and the city rushing past us in streaks of light. Sebastian sat in the passenger seat, one elbow resting against the door, eyes fixed on the road ahead like he was giving me space on purpose.I hated that he knew me well enough to do that.“She’s serious,” I said eventually, breaking the silence.Sebastian glanced at me. “About leaving?”“About everything,” I replied. “The plan. The boundaries. Taking the kids and walking away once it’s done.”He nodded slowly. “She’s always been honest with you. Brutally so. Except what you actually want to hear.”“That’s not what this is about,” I muttered.“Then what is it about?”I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. “I don’t
Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns Boundaries
Sienna’s POVHe stared at me like the words had physically struck him.For a second, Desmond didn’t move. Didn’t blink. His mouth parted slightly, like he was trying to catch something that had slipped past him too fast to understand.“Sienna,” he said slowly. “Why would you say that?”There was genuine shock in his eyes. Not anger. Not defensiveness. Shock—like the idea had never once crossed his mind that I could be the one to loosen my grip first.I swallowed, my throat tight. “Because it needed to be said.”He took a step toward me. Instinctively, I braced myself, even though a part of me still knew that when Desmond moved closer, it wasn’t to hurt. Still, tonight, closeness felt dangerous.“I never planned on backing out,” he said quietly. “Not like this. Not now. Not while we haven’t accomplished our plans, not even half.”“I know,” I replied, though the words felt thin. “That’s what makes this harder.”He shook his head once, frustration rippling through his usually controlled
Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns Undermine
Sienna’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me, soft and careful, like everything else I did lately. The children were finally asleep—exhaustion winning over excitement at last. Maya’s arms were wrapped around her doll, Milo’s truck tucked under his chin, Max sprawled sideways like he owned the bed.They had waited.That thought followed me down the hallway, heavy and relentless.Desmond was in the living room when I stepped out, standing near the windows with his back to me, phone in his hand but forgotten. The city lights reflected off the glass, outlining him in sharp lines and shadows. He turned when he heard my footsteps.For a moment, neither of us spoke.The silence stretched, tight and uncomfortable, humming with everything I’d been holding back since the afternoon.“They waited for you,” I said finally.His brows pulled together. “Sienna—”“No,” I cut in, my voice sharper than I intended. “Let me finish.”He stilled.“They kept asking when you’d arrive. Every five minutes. Maya
Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns Sinking Feeling
Desmond’s POVI stopped just inside the doorway.The first thing I registered was the sound—laughter. High, bright, unmistakably the children’s. It echoed through the penthouse, filling a space that usually felt too controlled, too quiet. My gaze lifted slowly, scanning the room.And then I saw her.My mother stood near the center of the living area, perfectly composed as always, one manicured hand resting lightly on Milo’s shoulder while Maya twirled excitedly around her. Max was mid-sentence, gesturing wildly as if recounting some dramatic story only he understood. And beside them—Sienna.She stood a little apart from the group, hands clasped in front of her, posture straight. Too straight. Her face was calm, but not relaxed. There was something in her expression I couldn’t immediately name—something guarded, almost brittle. The kind of look that settled heavy in your chest before you understood why.My stomach sank.“What is she doing here?” I muttered under my breath.Sebastian s
Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns Sensation
Desmond’s POVSebastian’s voice hummed through the speaker, a constant anchor in the storm of my thoughts. “You’ve got to draw the line somewhere, Desmond. You can’t keep bending for him and still expect your own conscience to survive.”“I know,” I muttered, my fingers drumming against the desk. “But every step I take, it feels like he’s already ten moves ahead.”“He’s always ahead,” Sebastian said bluntly. “That’s why you need to decide what matters most before he decides for you.”I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to breathe through the knot in my chest. My father’s orders weren’t new. They never changed. But today… today something felt different. More urgent. More personal.My phone buzzed on the desk. A notification from Instagram. I ignored it at first, assuming it was just noise, another feed update to distract me from real decisions.But then I glanced down, and my blood ran cold.A photo. Three little faces grinning at the camera, balloons in the background, cake smeared
Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns Spruced
Desmond’s POVThe drive to the office passed in a blur of red lights and impatient horns. Lagos traffic had a way of turning thoughts into noise, but mine refused to scatter. They stayed tight, coiled around that same uneasy feeling from earlier, like a thread tugging at my chest no matter how fast I drove.By the time I pulled into the underground parking lot, my jaw ached from how hard I’d been clenching it.I took the elevator straight up, nodded at the security desk, and walked into my office without slowing. The glass walls reflected a version of me that looked put together—tailored suit, steady stride, controlled expression. A lie I’d perfected over the years.I dropped my jacket on the chair and opened my laptop, forcing myself into work. Emails. Reports. Numbers that demanded attention. Normally, this was where I disappeared, where everything else went quiet.Today, nothing stuck.A knock came at the door before I could sink into the spreadsheets.“Come in,” I said.Sebastian
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