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Accident

Auteur: InkAnon
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2025-08-21 09:23:20

Sienna’s POV

The day had gone by almost perfectly. Nic had been tender and sweet, laughing at my jokes and teasing me in that way that made my heart flutter. I had wished, more than once, that this moment could make me his—not just in fleeting affection, but in the quiet, real way that mattered. Yet, deep down, I knew it was an illusion. A beautiful, fragile illusion that would vanish the moment he returned to his cold, untouchable self.

We walked slowly along the beach, hands intertwined, feeling the sand shift beneath our feet. Overhead, fireworks exploded in the night sky, brilliant colors spilling into the darkness. I could feel Nic’s warmth beside me, smell the faint hint of his cologne, and it was intoxicating. He had prepared these fireworks himself; he knew exactly how to make a woman feel loved. Too bad I was only his in the bedroom.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, tilting my head to look at him, catching his side profile in the glow of the sparks.

“You’re more beautiful,” he
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    ⸻Nic’s POVI stared at the little girl in front of me. Her blonde hair—just like Sienna’s—was tied in two pigtails. I bent to her level. Her grey eyes looked exactly like mine. She was cute, if not the most adorable girl I had ever seen.“Are you my daddy?” she asked again, her little voice making my heart thump in something beautiful. She tilted her head, and I pulled her close, carrying her into my arms and wrapping her in an embrace.Three years. Three fucking years I had missed out on her life. She had grown up without a father, so I wasn’t surprised when she asked the question. Still, it felt so good to feel her little arms wrap around my shoulders, her head resting there like she needed the father’s love she’d been stripped from.I looked up just in time to see Sienna trying to hide her tears. The boy clung to her leg, silent but watching.“Chris, he’s Daddy!!” the little girl squealed, making me laugh. I could already tell—she was the vibrant one, while he was the quiet one.I

  • Owned by my boss    Daddy ?

    Sienna’s POV“Mummy!!!!” Ava squeals as she runs up to me from the airport, followed by her calm brother Chris. My mum wasn’t with them—she had to stay back with Ryan, which was understandable. This was my fight, not theirs.“My baby…” I say, lifting Ava up as she asks me to spin her around. I do, and she squeals again, full of energy. She was such a hassle, my little fire.“Mummy.” Chris’s quiet voice comes next. I bend to lift him up too. He was so different from his sister—silent, calculating, colder than any four-year-old should be. While Ava was trouble, the fire, Chris was the calm in the storm.“Big guy,” I say, pecking his cheek.“Mummy, you’ll show me around, right?” Ava tugs my sleeve.“Of course, baby.” I smile. Then I turn to my mum and give her a hug. She rubs my back gently, her presence always grounding me.“Mummy, let’s go, let’s go!” Ava squeals again. She was so noisy, so vibrant, making me forget, even for a moment, the chaos of my world. But deep down, I knew the q

  • Owned by my boss    The deal

    I stared at him, my mind cut off. Nic was standing in front of me, looking like he never aged—looking sexier, more powerful. His shirt was half-buttoned, chest exposed, revealing tattoos I couldn’t remember him having before. He bent down, picking up the phone.“Mum—” I heard Chris’s voice.“Who is he?” Chris asked again.“Let me see,” Ava’s voice chimed in. “He looks just like you.”My heart dropped. I quickly snatched the phone from him, cutting the call. Nic’s face shifted into something I couldn’t quite read—longing. Like he wanted to see them. Like he wanted to belong in their lives.“What are you doing here?” I asked, the thought pounding in my head that this might be a setup to drag me back into his world.“Three fucking years, Sienna. Three years you denied me my kids,” he said, his voice trembling with rage.I said nothing. Guilt clawed at me. I had left for the sake of my children—I wanted them to have peace, not a life filled with chaos.“I want to see them,” he demanded, h

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    ⸻Sienna’s POVI stared out the plane window, my head throbbing as I waved off the stewardess offering me a drink.When the call from my father came earlier, asking to see me, I couldn’t refuse. We had searched for him for three years with no trace, and suddenly—just like that—he reached out. He promised to explain everything in person.Leaving wasn’t easy. My children needed me. But if finding him meant I could finally bring him back home with us, I had to go. My plan was simple: find Dad, take him back, and start fresh together.I wasn’t here to stay.The plane landed, and airline staff helped me with my luggage. I’d told Mum this was a short business trip—just a few days. She believed me. She always did.Later, in the hotel room, I pressed my palm against the large window, looking out at the city that had once broken me. The city I swore I’d never return to. It had given me love and chaos, and it had taken more than it ever gave back.I sipped my wine, exhaling, then grabbed my pho

  • Owned by my boss    Years later

    3 Years Later—Sienna’s POV—The morning breeze slipped softly through my window, carrying warmth as the sun settled into its rightful place. Laughter and squeals filled the air, tugging me from sleep.“Mum! Mummy!” a tiny voice shouted as the bed bounced beneath me. “Chris said I can’t be a ballerina!”I opened my eyes to see Ava’s pouty face. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t listen to him. You can be whatever you want.” I pulled her close, kissing her cheeks. “And good morning.”“Good morning, Mummy.” Another voice joined in. I turned to see Chris standing by the door, his gray eyes—so much like his father’s—watching me.“Hi, my angel,” I whispered, smiling at him. Every time I looked at Chris, I saw Nic. The same eyes, the same quiet intensity. Even his messy black hair reminded me of him. No matter how much time passed, I couldn’t forget Nic—his touch, his dominance, the way he held me. It had been three years since I walked away from him, starting over here with Mum and Ann.My father had

  • Owned by my boss    The note

    Nic’s POVIt’s been days since she left. Days that feel like years. I’ve been haggard, restless, drowning in whiskey and silence. I launched an investigation—she’s no longer in France. No trace, no footprint, nothing. It’s as if she disappeared into thin air.The half-empty bottle of whiskey sat on the table in front of me. I reached for it, taking another burning gulp, my eyes fixed on the folded white note that had been haunting me since the hospital.I hadn’t opened it. Not until now. Part of me was terrified—terrified of what her words might do to me. But finally, with shaking hands, I unfolded it.Her handwriting hit me like a knife.**“My Nic,By the time you read this, I will already be gone. Please don’t come looking for me—I beg you. This isn’t goodbye out of hate, but out of love. I gave you my heart, my soul, and no matter what, a part of me will always belong to you.But I’ve realized I cannot keep drowning in the chaos we’ve created. My heart longs for peace, for quiet da

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