LOGINDarian’s Point of View“Sienna, please,” I pleaded, getting right into her space. But as she looked up at me with tears welling in her eyes, it shattered my fucking black heart.“I want to be free, Dare. I can’t live in this cage,” she insisted, her voice breaking as I closed my eyes against the pain. “The baby is gone. I’m sure your grandfather will understand.”“We didn’t sign a prenup,” I gritted out.“So?”I held her gaze, delivering the reality of her life. “Because there is no divorce in this family, Sienna. It’s 'til death do us part.'”“What? That’s crazy—you can’t force me to stay!”“I know. But all I’m asking for is a chance. Let me—”“It’s just your guilt talking, Dare,” she cut in softly. “I know you feel bad about what happened, but&mdash
Sienna’s Point of ViewWhen I walked out of the nursery, I found Darian sleeping on the floor right outside the door. I squatted down and watched him in the dim hallway.I used to love watching him sleep, the way his thick, dark lashes always drew me in, softening the harsh edges he showed the rest of the world.For one selfish moment, my hand had reached out toward his face, aching to touch him. But I stopped myself just in time. I didn't want him waking up and finding me there like that.We were done, him and me.So, I had forced myself to stand up, carefully stepping around him to get to my room. Once I changed, I grabbed some breakfast to go, and Matilda had gently convinced me to let Greta drive me.I needed to file for a divorce.“It’s barely been a month since the two of you got married, am I correct?” my lawyer, Bernardo, asked me, leaning back in his desk chair.I nodded stiffly. “Yes.&rdq
Darian’s Point of ViewI stood by the kitchen door, listening in silence as Sienna and Matilda talked. I decided to let them have their moment, and once I was certain she was actually eating, I slipped past them unnoticed and headed up to my room.When I got inside, I could do nothing but stare blankly at the wall.‘What the fuck did I do?’I had ruined the only good thing in my entire life because I couldn't even listen to her side of the story. Because I was so fucking angry that I hadn’t realized I had been fucking played.If only I had been by her side when she first found out she was pregnant, would things have been different?After changing out of my suit, I walked out of my room and pushed open the door to the nursery she had been preparing for the baby.Standing in the middle of the soft, muted room, a devastating thought hit me. If she knew her heart wasn't going to make it, had she done all of this for me?I walked over to the crib, where the fresh sheets were neatly tucked
Sienna’s Point of ViewI couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. I had tried opening my Kindle, but I couldn't even read the words on the page. I tried taking a walk around the estate gardens, but I couldn't stomach it and came right back inside.Maybe running?Fuck. I couldn't even run now. My body was still far too weak, and my cardiologist’s warnings kept ringing in my ears.I should just leave now. I hadn't signed any prenup, and I was as broke as ever, so I didn't care about the money or the estate. I didn't mind walking away with nothing.I would be known as the woman who was only married for a month. But people had gotten divorced within twenty-four hours of marriage, so this wouldn't even be a surprise to anyone.I decided it was time I called a lawyer. I stood up, but a wave of drowsiness hit me, making my head spin. I had spent the entire day—or was it two?—without eating a single bite.I forced myself to make my way toward the bedroom, knowing I needed to get organized so
Darian’s Point of View“Sienna!” I shouted after her, but she fucking slammed the door right in my face.“Freckles, please open the fucking door!” I knocked hard, but she didn’t respond. I held the ring tightly in my hand while I waited outside. She had fucking thrown it at me.I knocked again, but the silence on the other side remained heavy. Realizing that pushing her further right now would only hurt her more, I decided to leave her alone for tonight.The next morning, I headed into the office early because I had a few urgent things to handle. But when I stepped out of the elevator, Blaire was already standing outside my door, waiting for me.“Before you throw me out,” she said, stepping forward with her hands clasped, “I wanted to say I’m really sorry.”“Blaire. I have a meeting I have to attend,” I said to her, and she came closer.“I’m really sorry, Dare. I swear I never intended to drive a wedge between you two.” She said to me“It’s fine,” I muttered, unlocking my office. “I
Blaire’s Point of ViewI couldn’t hide the smile on my face when I saw that bitch pull the ring off her finger and throw it right at him.I did it. I fucking did it. She could finally leave and rot for all I cared.“What the fuck was that?” Darian snapped, turning on me, his eyes blazing with rage.“I was just trying to help, Dare—”“I don’t fucking need your help, Blaire!” he growled, stepping into my space, his voice dangerously low. “My marriage is my fucking business!”“Dare...” I tried to force tears into my eyes, trying to look deeply hurt because I was fucking hurt.“No, Blaire!” He shook his head sharply. “You had no fucking right! This is my fucking business, and I will handle it however I fucking want!”“Dare, I’m sorry,” I whispered, making sure my voice cracked down the middle.He just shook his head; disgust painted across his sharp features. “We’re done here.”Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, chasing after the woman he shouldn’t even have been
Orana’s point of viewSomething was off. I felt the way my head throbbed, but it also didn’t smell like berries; it smelled spicy and woody.The bed was too soft and too big. But I didn’t hear the sound I woke up to yesterday.Liorah.I sat up so fast, feeling lightheaded at the speed I woke up, my
Orana’s Point of View“How could you?” I asked, my voice breaking on the last word.You! You, of all people, worked with my father?Callahan turned first. His eyes found mine, and there was no surprise or guilt in them. just satisfaction knowing he had me where he wanted.I had thought I understood
Orana’s point of viewI stared at the door of my doctor’s office. Knee bouncing and hands twisting in my lap. The sound of the child crying next to me caught my attention, and I watched the woman trying to soothe her. She gave me an apologetic smile because her baby had been crying for the last twe
Orana’s Point of View“I want a divorce.”For a second, I thought I had misheard him. My fingers tightened around the edge of the table, nails digging into the marble countertop. I knew one day this day would come. I always dreaded it, but today it was happening.“What?”Across from me, he didn’t s







