★ Sienna’s POV ★Darkness. Silence. Cold.The rope around my wrists and ankles cut into my skin, the ache worsening with every second I stayed in this rigid, unforgiving chair. I had no idea how long I’d been here. Minutes? Hours? I’d lost all sense of time. All I knew was that… this could be the end for me.The cloth gagging my mouth made every breath shallow and strained, and the blindfold over my eyes made the fear sharper, almost unbearable. Nothing was more terrifying than not knowing who was around you… or what they planned to do.But worse than the darkness was the silence—so suffocating it felt like a scream I couldn’t hear but could feel deep inside my bones.And then…Tuk.Footsteps. Approaching. Slow, deliberate. Only a few steps away, but enough to make my skin prickle.“Boss, good thing you made it,” a man’s voice greeted warmly.“Are you sure you didn’t touch her?”My breath caught. That voice…I couldn’t see, but I knew it. Even muffled by distance, even hidden under la
★ Sienna’s POV ★The first thing I felt upon waking was the biting ache in my wrists and ankles. The rope was tight—too tight—digging into my skin until it throbbed. My seat was hard and cold, and the air around me carried a damp chill, the kind that clung to your skin. It felt enclosed, suffocating… like we were inside a warehouse or some basement where no sunlight could ever reach.Something rough pressed against my mouth. A gag—tied so tight I could barely move my lips. My eyes were no better off; a thick black blindfold wrapped securely around my head, shutting out every flicker of light.At first, there was only silence. Just the ragged sound of my breathing, my chest rising and falling in quick, shallow bursts. My heart was pounding so loudly that I could hear it in my ears.Why was this happening again?Was this still Lisha’s doing? She had never hidden her hatred for me, and I knew she wouldn’t stop until she tore me away from Denver completely. Or… could it be his father this
★ Sienna’s POV ★It was still early when I spotted Faye outside. I had just woken up, still wrapped in the warmth of my bed. Honestly, there’s something about sleeping beside Denver—it feels like having a giant, living teddy bear beside me. Warm, secure, and so easy to hug.“You’re up early,” I called out to Faye as I came down the stairs, stretching my arms.“It’s Saturday, right? What’s the occasion?” I asked, my brows raised.“Let’s go out?” she replied with a mischievous smile.“Go out? Why? Is there something going on?” I asked, puzzled.“Do we really need a reason?” she pouted, slipping her arm through mine like a child asking for candy.“Come on, please! It’s been so long since we’ve hung out. I missed you, Sienna. Plus, I need this—consider it a stress reliever,” she added, hands planted on her hips in mock authority.I shook my head at her persistence. “Fine. Where do you want to go?”“Just the park. I want some fresh air, maybe a walk,” she said.“Alright, wait for me here.
After a day had passed since we returned home from Korea, Denver and I went back to work. From that day on, I still hadn’t heard anything from my brother, Steve.When I entered my office, Faye was already there, waiting with a grin on her face.“Hey, Sienna!” she called out to me.“You’ve been gone from work for so long. I heard you and Sir Denver went on a honeymoon to Korea,” she said, giggling.“What honeymoon are you talking about? Where did you even hear that?” I asked, furrowing my brow.“From your mom. I visited her and we chatted a bit. But are you sure Sir Denver isn’t the reason you’re glowing? I’m telling you, there was a honeymoon,” she teased, setting a mug of coffee on my desk.I frowned, though deep inside I was smiling. “No! There wasn’t. And besides, it was purely business,” I lied.“Really? Then why are you blushing? I bet you’ve been… watered,” she said with a mischievous smirk.“Faye!” I scolded her immediately. “You’re full of nonsense,” I said, pretending to be a
It was still early in the morning, but Denver and I were already awake. He was busy in the kitchen, while I was practically buried in the middle of our bed between two wide-open suitcases. I couldn’t explain why I had so many things now, considering I only brought one suitcase when we first came here.“Babe, are you finished?” Denver’s voice rang out from the kitchen.“Almost!” I called back, my voice a little strained as I tried to force the zipper closed. It felt like the entire contents of Korea were crammed inside. I was sweating just trying to make it cooperate.Before I could succeed, Denver peeked through the door.“I made your favorite. Eat first. I’ll take care of your luggage after,” he said, that calm confidence in his tone again.“How sweet of you… but I can handle this,” I insisted, still fighting with the stubborn zipper.“Don’t worry about these,” he said, already walking towards me. “Go to the dining area, we’re eating now.”Then he added with a soft smile, “Let’s eat.
After breakfast, Denver insisted on washing the dishes himself. I, on the other hand, was trying to convince my body to stand up. The soreness between my thighs had lessened, but I still moved carefully.I headed to the bathroom for a shower — I felt sticky from last night. The moment the warm water cascaded down my skin, I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. The heat was comforting, washing away both the physical weariness and the lingering shyness from earlier.By the time I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, I felt refreshed. I walked into Denver’s room, only to hear his voice from behind me.“You didn’t wait for me?” he asked, sounding half amused, half curious.I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Well… I felt sticky, so I decided to take a shower right away,” I replied before walking toward the door. My clothes were in the other room, after all.“It’s fine,” he said, moving closer. “Dress up formal. We’re going to the mall.”I paused mid-step. “The mall? What are we going to do ther