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FRACTURES

Penulis: Adeyiga Adejoke
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-01-03 21:39:12

The day passed in heavy anticipation. Sienna spent most of it in the art studio, attacking canvas with violent strokes.

Dark reds bleeding into blacks, twin faces that looked identical but felt completely different. One angelic, one demonic. Both lies.

She didn't know which one she was painting.

Evening came too quickly. Sienna dressed carefully in a fitted black dress that Maria had somehow procured.

Elegant but severe, armor disguised as sophistication. She left her hair down, refusing to soften herself with careful styling. Let Serena see her raw.

Luca knocked at seven-thirty. "She'll be here in thirty minutes."

"I'm ready," Sienna said, though her hands trembled slightly as she fastened simple silver earrings.

Luca studied her reflection in the mirror. "You look beautiful. And fierce."

"I look like her," Sienna corrected flatly. "That's all anyone will see."

"No," Luca said, moving closer. "You look like yourself. Similar features don't make you the same person."

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  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THAT'S NOT TRUE

    "That's what you said before," Sienna reminded him. "And look where we are now. He's confused again, or still, or always will be when it comes to her. And I'm tired of being the understanding one while he figures out whether his fantasy or his reality matters more." Before Matteo could respond, voices drifted up from below. Luca and Serena, walking through the hallway together, their voices comfortable and easy in a way Luca's and Sienna's hadn't been since Serena arrived. "—tomorrow we should discuss the Brazil option," Serena was saying. "I have contacts in São Paulo who might—" "We'll need Matteo's input," Luca interrupted. "His South American connections are better than mine." "Of course," Serena agreed. "Though I have to say, Luca, I'm grateful you're being so thorough. I know this is complicated for you. For both of you." "You're in danger," Luca said simply. "That's all that matters." "She's not happy about it," Luca admitted. "But she'll understand eventually. You'

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   GET OUT

    Their voices faded as they moved toward the far wing. Sienna looked at Matteo. "Still think he's not choosing her?" Matteo had no answer. --- That night, Luca came to find Sienna in her old room, the room she'd moved back to permanently three days ago. "We need to talk," he said through the door. "Now you want to talk," Sienna said, not moving to open it. "After a week of barely acknowledging I exist unless Serena's watching?" "That's not fair," Luca said. "Neither is this situation," Sienna countered. "But here we are." "Let me in," Luca said. "Please." Sienna considered refusing, considered forcing him to actually work for her attention the way he worked for Serena's approval but exhaustion won out. She opened the door. Luca looked tired, shadows under his eyes, stress evident in the tension of his shoulders. "You've been avoiding me." "You've been busy," Sienna said. "I didn't want to interrupt your reunion." "It's not a reunion," Luca said, stepping int

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE OTHER WOMAN

    "For now," Sienna said, then managed a small smile. "Ask me again tomorrow. And the day after. And every day until I believe it." "Deal," Luca said, pulling her closer. "Every day until you believe I choose you over fantasy. Every day until you trust this is real." "That might take a while," Sienna warned. "I have time," Luca said simply. "All the time you need." "You're somewhere else again," Sienna said one night, pulling away from his embrace. "I'm right here," Luca said, but his voice carried that distant quality she'd learned to recognize. "Your body is here," Sienna corrected. "Your mind is somewhere else. Or with someone else." "Sienna...." "Don't lie," she interrupted. "We promised honesty, remember? So be honest—are you thinking about her?" Luca was quiet for a long moment. "Not the way you think." "Then what way?" Sienna demanded, sitting up and turning on the bedside lamp. She needed to see his face, needed to read the truth in his eyes. Luca squinted

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE DAY AFTER

    "Well, that's a start," Sienna said. "Care to elaborate?" Luca stood, moving toward her slowly. "I've concluded that twenty years of obsession created patterns I don't know how to break. That seeing Serena, meeting her, hearing her voice, watching her perform vulnerability. It triggered those patterns even though intellectually I know she's not what I thought." He stopped a few feet away, close enough for conversation but respecting the distance she was maintaining. "I've concluded," he continued, "that I don't know how to trust my own feelings because I was wrong for so long. That I'm terrified I'm making another mistake. Not with you, but in believing I'm capable of genuine feeling instead of just evolved obsession." "So Serena was right," Sienna said quietly. "You can't trust that what you feel for me is real because you were wrong about her for so long." "She was partly right," Luca corrected. "But also wrong because what I feel for you isn't the same as what I felt abo

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   I'M JUST AN IDIOT

    "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to complicate things for you. The offer stands, if you need anything, reach out. —S" Sienna stared at the message. Serena, somehow knowing that her appearance had fractured something, offering support from whatever hiding place she'd found. The irony was bitter. The sister who'd abandoned her was now offering comfort because the man who'd kidnapped her was questioning whether she was worth keeping. Sienna deleted the message without responding. She didn't need Serena's sympathy. Didn't need her sister witnessing this particular humiliation. A knock at the door pulled her from dark thoughts. "Sienna?" Not Luca. Matteo. "May I come in?" "It's not my room," Sienna said. "I'm just a guest or a prisoner. The lines keep blurring." Matteo entered anyway, his expression unusually gentle. "I wanted to check on you. Make sure you're alright." "I'm fine," Sienna said flatly. "Just remembering my place. The wrong twin in the wrong place at the wrong time.

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   DIVIDED

    Three days passed in strange suspension. Serena had vanished as promised, no trace, no communication, no evidence she'd ever been at the estate except the lingering scent of expensive perfume in the parlor where she'd said goodbye. Matteo's sources confirmed Viktor Kozlov had pulled his surveillance, apparently following a lead that took him east toward the coast. Whether Serena had deliberately led him away or simply gotten lucky remained unclear. Life at the estate should have returned to normal or whatever passed for normal when you were being held captive by a mafia Don who claimed to love you. But something had shifted. Sienna noticed it first in small ways. The way Luca would pause mid-conversation, his attention drifting somewhere distant. The way he'd stand at windows overlooking the sea, that shell necklace held between his fingers like a rosary. The way he'd look at her sometimes with an expression she couldn't quite read, affection mixed with something that looked

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