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
Sienna’s POVI told him I wanted to see my father, to know how he was. Nic agreed without hesitation. At first, I tried to convince him not to come, told him I would be fine on my own. But of course, he refused. It was Nic—he always did whatever he wanted.After bathing and getting dressed, we arrived at the hospital. The moment I stepped inside, that sharp, sterile smell hit me. I hated it instantly. Cold. Suffocating. A mix of disinfectant and metal that clung to my lungs no matter how I tried not to breathe it in. To me, it was the smell of pain, of fear, of memories you wanted to forget but never could. The walls might have been white and clean, but the smell made everything heavy, as if hope was fragile here, and heartbreak lived in the air.My head throbbed faintly.“Are you okay?” my dad asked softly, his weak eyes fixed on me.“Yes. Just need some water,” I said, glancing at Nic. He understood without a word.“I’ll be right back,” he said, and walked out.The second the door c
Sienna’s POVI stood at the window, arms folded tightly across my chest, staring out at nothing in particular. The city stretched before me, but all I saw was the weight of broken promises. I swore I would never come back here—yet here I was.“Hungry?” His voice came from behind me, the same voice that had pulled me from the nightmare in that warehouse. Clara had escaped in the crossfire, but Nic had gotten me and my father out. My father was now recovering in the hospital, alive—thanks to him.I turned to face him. He still looked devastatingly handsome, though the strain in his eyes told its own story. He stepped closer, but I instinctively stepped back.“Sienna, I’m sorry…” His words cracked something inside me, and tears pricked at my eyes.When his hand reached for me, I flinched. “Don’t touch me. You promised.”It felt like my chest had been ripped open. Each breath cut like glass, betrayal pressing down on me until even standing upright felt like an act of war. Memories of laug
Sienna’s POVMy mind wouldn’t stop racing as I stared out the tinted window, the city lights bleeding into streaks against the glass. I wasn’t supposed to be back here—not now, not ever. But when Clara used my father as leverage, I had no choice. I lied to Janet, telling her Kate had been in an accident. She’d wanted to come with me, but I convinced her it wasn’t serious. I promised I’d only be gone a day or two—our visas were ready, and we were supposed to leave the country in just days.Now, I sat in the back of Janet’s Maybach, the driver dressed in black, silent as the city swallowed me whole.Every honk, every blur of neon, every rushing figure on the sidewalks pressed down on me. The noise, the chaos—it felt like the city itself was mocking me. Every corner screamed of Nic, memories I couldn’t outrun. Even surrounded by life, I had never felt more alone.Then my phone buzzed.It was Clara, using my father’s number.Be here, bitch.An address followed.The warehouse loomed at the
Sienna’s POVI froze at the doorway, my eyes widening as his smile spread across his face. He pulled me into a tight hug, holding me as though we hadn’t seen each other in years.“Kel…” I breathed, hugging him back. Relief washed over me—it felt good to see him. I hadn’t expected him here.“Come in,” I said softly as we finally released each other.“How did you know I was here?” I asked as we sat down on the sofa.“I told him,” Janet’s voice cut in. She entered with two glasses of orange juice, handing one to me and one to Kelvin.“You two know each other?” I asked, surprised.“Yes,” Kelvin said with a small smile. “I worked for her a long time ago. I had no idea she was your mother. But that story’s for another day.” He took a sip, then his eyes lingered on me. “How have you been, Sienna? It’s been a long time. The whole thing with Nic—”“I don’t want to talk about him,” I interrupted quickly. “I’m doing okay, Kel.”“I understand,” he nodded, scanning me with a teasing grin. “But wow
Sienna’s POVMy heart thundered as I stumbled down a lonely road I didn’t recognize, one hand clutching my swollen belly. Every step felt heavier, my breath ragged, sweat dripping down my skin. The long white gown I wore swept the ground, tangling around my feet until I tripped and fell hard against the dirt.Loud footsteps closed in behind me. A rough hand grabbed my hair, jerking me back.“Let me go!” I screamed, thrashing in panic, but the grip only tightened—“Sienna! Wake up!”I jolted upright, gasping, my body trembling and drenched in sweat. Janet sat in front of me, worry in her eyes. She immediately pulled me into her arms.“Oh, dear, it’s just a nightmare,” she whispered gently, stroking my back.But it hadn’t felt like a dream. It had been too real. The fear still pulsed inside me, clawing at my chest. Janet tucked me back under the duvet, adjusting the heater for warmth, then kissed my forehead before leaving me to rest.Later, I stood by the window, staring down at the gl