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Rain poured relentlessly outside the VIP suite of the Grand Hotel, but the coldness outside was nothing compared to the chill spreading through Sienna Javier’s chest. Her hands trembled as her fingers wrapped around the door handle of the room where her fiancé, Tristan, was supposed to be waiting.
She had wanted to surprise him for their second anniversary. But as she pushed the door open, her own world was shattered to pieces. "Ah... Tristan, go slower..." a familiar female voice echoed from the king-sized bed. Sienna froze. That voice belonged to Chloe—her half-sister who had taken everything from her ever since her mother passed away. "Don't worry, Chloe," Tristan chuckled, pressing his lips against her neck. "Sienna will be out of the picture soon anyway. Once I get the final company shares from her, I'll toss her aside like garbage." Sienna dropped the gift in her hands. CRASH! The two spun around in panic. Chloe’s eyes widened, but a triumphant, mocking smirk quickly spread across her face. Tristan slowly got up and wrapped himself in a bathrobe, showing no remorse whatsoever. "Sienna..." Tristan said coldly. "Good thing you found out. You’re useless to me now." "Why...?" Sienna stammered, tears streaming down her face. "I gave you everything! My trust, my family's support—" "Your family?" Chloe laughed wickedly from under the sheets. "Sienna, you have no family left! And your brother who died three years ago? Tristan and I arranged that accident so we could take over your family’s business!" It felt as if the sky had collapsed on Sienna. Her brother's tragic death... wasn't an accident at all. They had destroyed her life while she blindly loved a monster. Sienna clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white. Her tears stopped, replaced by a burning, lethal rage. "You will pay for this..." Sienna whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "I swear, I will make you bleed for every drop of my brother’s blood!" Tristan merely laughed and shoved Sienna out into the hallway. "You have no power, Sienna. You're nothing but a penniless beggar now!" The door slammed shut in her face. Sienna fell onto the cold marble floor, hugging herself as absolute hatred surged through her veins. "Do you need help destroying them?" A deep, commanding voice resounded from above her. Sienna slowly raised her head. Standing under the dim hallway light was a tall, striking man in a bespoke black suit. His silver-gray eyes were colder than ice as he looked down at her. Ezekiel Vance—the feared "Demon CEO" of the Vance Empire, the most powerful billionaire in the country. "M-Mr. Vance...?" Sienna gasped, wiping her eyes. Ezekiel knelt slightly before her and offered a crisp white handkerchief. "I heard everything," Ezekiel stated plainly, his eyes locked onto hers. "Tristan and Chloe’s father are mutual enemies of my company. You need revenge. And I need a wife to secure my full inheritance." Sienna’s eyes widened. "W-What are you saying?" Ezekiel pulled a sleek document from his inner coat pocket and held it out to her. "Marry me for one year," Ezekiel offered, his voice calm yet filled with absolute authority. "I will grant you power, wealth, and the protection of the Vance name. In exchange, we crush Tristan and Chloe together. Tell me, Sienna... will you sign a contract with the devil?"Three years later...The warm afternoon sun cast a bright, golden glow over the manicured lawn of the Vance estate in Monte Carlo. The air smelled sweet with blooming Jasmine and fresh sea breeze drifting up from the Mediterranean below.Laughter echoed across the gardens as five-year-old Leo sprinted happily through the grass, chasing a energetic golden retriever puppy. His bright eyes and dark hair were a perfect mirror of his father’s, but his warm, playful smile belonged entirely to his mother.Sienna sat comfortably on a wide outdoor sofa under the shade of a white pavilion, watching her son play with a soft, affectionate expression. She wore a breezy ivory linen dress, her hand resting gently over her noticeably rounded pregnant belly.A quiet step rustled across the stone path behind her. A pair of broad, warm hands settled gently over her shoulders.Ezekiel leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to the soft spot beneath her ear before sliding his hands down to rest over h
A gentle Mediterranean sea breeze swept over the private cliffside estate in Monaco, carrying the sweet fragrance of white roses and orange blossoms. The afternoon sun bathed the private promontory in a warm, golden glow, turning the vast sea below into a shimmering sheet of sapphire.Unlike their hurried, secret civil ceremony two years ago in a cold, high-security office, today felt like a dream realized.Inside the private bridal suite, Sienna stood before a full-length gilded mirror. She wore a breathtaking custom ivory lace gown that fitted her figure perfectly before flowing out into a delicate, trailing train. The dress featured an open-back design, subtly highlighting her mother’s restored sapphire pendant at her collarbone, while her blue diamond engagement ring sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight.A soft knock sounded at the door, and Secretary Yang stepped inside, holding a small velvet box containing the wedding bands."Mrs. Vance... or rather, Duchess Sienna," Yang c
The white hull of the Vance family yacht gleamed under the radiant Mediterranean sun as the private jet taxied toward the VIP terminal at Monaco’s private airfield.As the aircraft stairs descended, the warm sea breeze greeted Sienna and Ezekiel. But before Sienna could even step onto the tarmac, a tiny, familiar voice echoed from the open doors of the executive terminal."Mommy! Daddy!"A little boy dressed in a miniature navy blazer and khaki trousers came sprinting across the tarmac, his small arms outstretched, his dark hair messy from the sea wind.Sienna didn't wait for the security team to arrange the handrail. She rushed down the final steps, dropping to her knees on the tarmac and catching her son in a tight, desperate embrace."Leo! My sweet boy!" Sienna cried out softly, her voice thick with emotion as she kissed his chubby cheeks over and over again, breathing in the familiar scent of baby lotion and ocean air.Little Leo wrapped his small arms tightly around her nec
The quiet scratch of a fountain pen against thick parchment was the only sound remaining in the drawing room of Villa D’Angelo.Marquis Lorenzo’s hand trembled uncontrollably as he signed his name across the three duplicate copies of the unconditional waiver. His chief attorney stood beside him with a grim, defeated expression, applying the official notary seal before handing the documents directly to Secretary Yang."The filing with the European Family Court in The Hague has been formally rescinded, Chairman Vance," Yang reported concisely, checking his tablet. "The court magistrate has already dismissed the petition with prejudice. The House of D’Angelo no longer possesses any legal or ancestral standing to contest guardianship."Ezekiel didn't say a single word to Lorenzo. He stood up smoothly, unbuttoning his coat and turning his back on the broken nobleman. He reached out his hand to Sienna, his touch shifting instantly from cold severity to absolute tenderness as his long fin
The heavy rain washed relentlessly over the steep hills surrounding Lake Como, turning the winding mountain road into a slick, glistening black ribbon. A convoy of three armored black SUVs glided smoothly through the wrought-iron gates of the Villa D’Angelo, their headlights cutting through the thick mountain fog.The villa itself stood as a monument to fading grandeur—ancient stone arches covered in ivy, marble statues worn down by time, and high arched windows overlooking the stormy waters below.Inside the grand drawing room, Marquis Lorenzo D’Angelo sat comfortably in a high-backed velvet armchair near a crackling fireplace. He was an elderly man with thinning silver hair, sharp, predatory eyes, and an arrogant posture refined by decades of unearned privilege. Seated around the polished oak table were four senior attorneys from Milan’s most expensive corporate law firm.When the double mahogany doors were pushed open by two Vance security operatives, Lorenzo did not bother to s
The autumn rain pelted heavily against the dark tinted windows of the Rolls-Royce as the convoy sat idling along the quiet streets of Mayfair. Inside the luxury cabin, the air turned dense with an immediate, suffocating chill.Sienna stared at Secretary Yang, her pulse thumping wildly against her ribs. "An Italian custody board? That's impossible. Leo was born in Monaco, registered under the Vance name, and his birth certificate bears Ezekiel’s signature.""Show me the filing," Ezekiel demanded. His voice dropped into a low, quiet register that signaled absolute calm on the surface, but pure lethal intent underneath.Secretary Yang handed the encrypted tablet across the partition. "It was submitted less than an hour ago to the European International Family Court in The Hague by the House of D'Angelo—one of the oldest ducal families in Northern Italy."Sienna took the tablet, her eyes racing across the legal jargon. "The D'Angelo family... my maternal grandmother was born a D'Angel







