LOGINSienna’s Point of ViewWhen I was young, I used to have this vivid dream that one day I was going to find a prince, a savior in shining armor who would carry me far, far away from the monster in my life. Every single time I wanted to give up, every time the darkness felt too heavy, I held onto that small spark of hope that he would come for me.He never did back then. Not until I was older, bruised by the world and convinced that fairy tales weren't real.When I first met Darian, it was never supposed to be about love. It was just a mutual distraction, something sharp and electric that we both wanted to get out of our systems. But somewhere along the way, I fell hopelessly in love with him. In the middle of all his rough edges and dark intensity, I saw that very prince I had waited a lifetime for.Yes, for us to reach this moment, he hurt me. He broke my heart, and there were times I thought we would never survive the pieces. But from the second he realized his mistake, Darian spent e
Sienna’s Point of View“I’m so anxious,” I said, wringing my hands together.Sean was busy scrolling on his phone, but he looked up at me, taking in my pale face. “Why?”“I don’t know, Sean. I just feel like something is about to go wrong,” I confessed, looking at him helplessly.He placed his phone screen down on the seat next to him and turned his full attention to me. “There’s nothing to be anxious about, Sea. You are the bravest person I know. And if anyone tries any shit... I’m right here.”He flashed me a reassuring smile, but it barely did anything to soothe the tight knot in my stomach. A few weeks ago, Darian had told me that his family was hosting a dinner at a luxury resort they owned and that he wanted me to meet them. I had agreed at the time, but now that the day was actually here, fear was paralyzing me.Sean had insisted on driving me there, but I was still on edge. Sean could be so unpredictable when it came to Darian.When we finally pulled up to the grand entrance o
Darian’s Point of ViewI got there just a few minutes before five. But the moment I pulled up to the building, I saw them. Vaughn and Sean were standing outside by the entrance with Orana.They walked out of the main doors and started heading straight toward my truck.Orana tried to pull them back, telling them to leave, but Sean shook his head, his tone laced with venom. “I just want to have a word with him.”He marched up to my side of the vehicle. Before I could even push myself out of the driver’s seat, his fist swung through the air, cracking straight across my face.My head snapped back, the sharp taste of copper filling my mouth. I didn’t fight back. I didn't even raise my hands. Orana rushed to Sean’s side, trying to grab his arm, but Sean lunged forward, grabbing me roughly by the collar of my shirt, slamming my back against the frame of the truck.“Never fucking treat her like shit again,” Sean snarled into my face, his knuckles white against my clothes. “Are we clear?”Vaug
Sienna’s Point of View“What’s going on?” I asked, pausing in the entryway as I walked through the front door. My shift at the hospital had been long and exhausting, and I was planning on quickly changing into something nice before Darian arrived.Tonight was our ninth date. Every single time he picked me up, he managed to amaze me. On our second date, he had taken me to a paint-and-sip class where we unexpectedly ended up painting a live male model, leaving us both red-faced and laughing until our ribs ached. On our third date, he took me go-kart racing, letting down his sophisticated guard to challenge me to laps around the track.I had never dated anyone before, and this process made me feel like an excited teenager all over again. But the best part? Darian had never once pushed me for anything. He always let me set the pace, never trying to rush me or pressuring me to cross boundaries. He was genuinely focused on building a real connection and making me happy.“We thought we shoul
Sienna’s Point of ViewI have never worried about what to wear on a date. In fact, I haven’t been on a date in years. And rationally, I shouldn’t be this anxious. I’ve been married to Darian before. He has seen every single version of me, at my worst and my best. Yet my stomach twisted into knots.I had gone through my closet, trying to decide what to put on, but I just couldn't stop changing.“Are we still picking clothes?” Alaina asked, leaning against the doorframe as she walked into my bedroom.I turned around, holding a pair of jeans and a basic T-shirt in my left hand, while my right hand held a delicate dress. “I can’t decide what to wear,” I confessed helplessly.Alaina laughed softly, stepping inside. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”She sifted through my wardrobe, tossing options onto the bed until, by the end of the hour, she had put together the perfect outfit: a silk cami under a soft cardigan, paired with fitted jeans and low heels.When the doorbell rang at eight, I took a
Sienna’s Point of View“This is nice,” Orana said, stepping up to walk alongside me as I rolled my eyes. I had wanted to come to this place for so long, and now I was actually here.“Good morning! Welcome,” the woman at the studio entrance greeted us with a warm smile as we walked in. “You must be Sienna?”I nodded, returning her warm greeting. But as we stepped further inside toward the main room, I stopped dead in my tracks.Standing right in the center of the studio mat was the lead instructor herself.I couldn't stop the massive smile from spreading across my face as I walked over to my mat. The entire class felt like a dream. The lighting, the energy, the peaceful flow. It was perfection.When the session ended, the instructor stepped over to us. “Hi, I’m Khloe.&rdqu
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







