LOGINDarian’s Point of ViewThe next two days went by in a blur. Sienna spent almost every single hour at the hospital. She only left when she needed to shower or grab fresh clothes, but she always came straight back to my room, sitting in the armchair while I recovered.Today, she walked through the wooden door looking unusually bright and refreshed. She held a thin white folder in her hands, flipping through my medical chart as she walked over to the edge of the bed.“The doctor said your vitals are looking great,” she said, a soft, encouraging smile gracing her lips. “If he signs off on this last blood test, you should be able to leave today—”“Sienna?” I cut in quietly.She paused, looking up from the chart. Her deep brown eyes met mine, glowing with that familiar, soft warmth that I had fallen in love with long ago.I pushed the white blankets aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Standing up slowly, I walked across the cold floor until I was standing right in front of her
Darian’s Point of ViewI woke up to the muted hum of hospital monitors and the faint scent of antiseptic. My eyelids fluttered open, my body still feeling as though it were anchored to the bed by something heavy.I tried to sit up, and I met the pressure resting against my side.I shifted slightly, my heart skipping a beat as I looked down. A woman was fast asleep right beside the bed, her head turned sideways and resting gently on my stomach. Long, soft strands of brown hair spilled across the hospital sheets.Slowly, I raised my arm and buried my fingers into her soft hair. As the familiar scent of vanilla and lavender hit me, reality washed over my clouded mind.It was my Sienna.The moment my palm brushed against her head, she stirred. She pushed herself up, her wide, dark eyes fluttering open as she looked up at me. She froze, staring at my open eyes, her breath catching in her throat as relief washed over her features.“You’re alive,” she whispered, her voice trembling.A faint,
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Sienna’s Point of ViewWhen they tracked down Darian’s location to this abandoned, rusted dock, I insisted on being here. Vaughn and the detectives had told us that Blaire came clean. After her call to me got cut off, she was chased by some men and ran straight into a police station, screaming that Darian was in danger and confessing her part in everything.I stayed behind near the tree line, my heart pounding against my ribs as I watched the dark, rusty barge swaying gently in the water. Vaughn and a dozen heavily armed cops stormed the boat.For a few torturous minutes, there was only silence. Then a sudden exchange of loud gunshots shattered the night.“I need a medic now!” someone roared from inside the metallic hull of the boat.“No... No, what happened?” I panicked, my voice cracking as I tried to break away toward the gangplank. I had refused to stay back at the office when they rushed to meet the police force here.I dashed the boat, but Sean caught me by the arm, wrapping his
Darian’s Point of ViewI woke up to my hands bound in front of me. My head throbbed with an agonizing, dull roar as I tried to pull against the restraint.The last thing I remembered was standing on Blaire’s stone patio and then a blinding flash of pain as someone struck me from behind. I tried to push myself up, but every single muscle in my body burned. I wiggled my wrists, trying to slip out of the zip ties, but they were pulled mercilessly tight, digging deep into my skin until I felt blood warm against my wrists.I looked around, taking in the suffocating darkness. The air was thick, smelling heavily of rust, damp earth, and dirt.Fuck. Whoever was working with Blaire knew exactly what they were doing.I hauled myself up against the concrete wall into a sitting position, forcing my eyes to adjust as I tried to process what was happening. Does anyone know I'm missing? How long have I been knocked out? A hundred questions raced through my mind at once.I was still trying to piece e
Sienna’s Point of View“Any luck?” I asked Sean as I walked into his office, my heart racing and my hands cold and clammy.“Well, nothing yet. Last known location is here,” he said, tapping a red marker on the screen, his brows furrowed deeply.“Can you tell me what happened?” he pressed, stepping closer.“Nothing,” I replied smoothly, though he bit the inside of his cheek as he stared at the monitors. “He came to see me and, well... we argued. Then he left.”He paused, glancing sideways at me. “Maybe he decided to leave town? Or go find a lover?”Vanessa slapped his arm hard, and Sean actually laughed, a dry chuckle. I shot Vanessa a wide-eyed, bewildered look that silently asked, When the hell did that happen?Long story, her eyes seemed to reply with a quick nod.“No,” I insisted, shaking my head. “Something is wrong. This is not something he would do.”“I think we should leave the fucker alone,” Vaughn said casually as he strolled into the room. It took everything in me not to dro
Orana’s Point of ViewI knew Callahan hated people who didn’t keep time, and he said I had to meet him exactly at ten, which means I have less than two hours to eat, shower, and head to the other side of town with this traffic.By the time I was getting to his office, it was just fifteen minutes be
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
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







