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Chapter Twenty eight: One More Night

Author: Nixanthy
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-12 16:10:15

It’s been a few days since everything exploded, but the silence that followed felt worse than everyone screaming at the top of their lungs.

The whole mansion had gone quiet. No more late-night laughter echoing from the kitchen. No more Sienna humming to herself while she painted by the window. Just a heavy silence and suffocating tension that made my chest feel tight.

Sienna hasn’t spoken to Lucian at all. Not a word. Not even a glance. She ate dinners in her room but barely touched the food the maids bring her. She doesn’t paint. She doesn’t laugh. She isn't even trying to be annoying by pressuring me to do things with her. She completely shut both me and Lucian out, and the truth is that, I can’t blame her.

Sienna and Lucian had another huge fight the night after the whole incident that involved Monet and the truth about me being the surrogate. It ended with her moving out of their bedroom, even though Lucian argued against it. She said she needed space. He said she was overreacting
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