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Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns Closure
Desmond’s POVThe fire came out of nowhere.One second my father was calm—measured, almost reflective—and the next his voice cracked through the room like a whip, sharp enough to make the walls feel thinner.“She is Matteo’s daughter.”The words landed heavy, final. I stopped pacing.“What?” I turned fully toward him. “That’s not possible.”He watched me closely, as if gauging how much damage the truth had already done. “Sit down, Desmond,” he said. “If I’m going to tell you this story, I need you to hear it properly.”Reluctantly, I sat.He exhaled slowly, like a man opening a door he’d kept bolted shut for decades. “I met Alessia,” he paused then looked at me his eyes still cold “….or Sienna’s father in high school. Long before money. Before power. Before enemies.”I frowned. “You never mentioned him.”“There was no reason to,” he replied flatly. “Back then, I was just an American kid with Italian parents who took me in. They gave me their name, their home, and eventually, their bu
Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns Set In Motion
The call came before dawn, cutting through my sleep like a blade.I stared at my phone for a long second, the screen glowing insistently on the bedside table, my father’s name flashing like a warning. He never called this early unless it mattered. Or unless something was about to go very wrong.“Desmond,” he said the moment I answered, his voice brisk, controlled. Too controlled. “I need to see you. Immediately.”I sat up, the sheets slipping down my waist, my chest already tight. “Is everything okay?”A pause. Just a breath too long. “We’ll talk when you get here. I’m in Italy. My estate outside Milan.”The line went dead before I could ask another question.I stayed there for a while, phone still pressed to my ear, listening to nothing. The silence felt heavy, oppressive, like it was pressing down on my ribs. I swung my legs off the bed and rubbed my face with both hands.Italy.Of all places.My first instinct was to call Sienna. The thought of her face—sleep-soft, eyes still heavy
Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns Lethal Expectation
Desmond’s POVI shouldn’t have agreed.The realization hit halfway through the drive back to the mansion, Isabella’s fingers loosely intertwined with mine, her presence warm and undeniably real—and still, painfully wrong. The city lights streaked past the window, neon reflections bleeding into one another, but my mind refused to settle. It was like I’d brought the noise with me from the club, lodged it somewhere deep in my chest.Isabella hummed softly beside me, a lazy, content sound. “You went quiet,” she said, tilting her head to study my face. “That’s not usually a good sign.”“Just thinking,” I replied.“About work?” she asked lightly.I didn’t answer immediately. Because if I did, I’d lie. And for once, I was too tired to pretend. “About things I shouldn’t be thinking about tonight.”Her lips curved into a knowing smile. “Then you’re doing tonight wrong.”I almost laughed. Almost. Instead, I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and pulled into the driveway. The gates recogniz
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
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