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Chapter Thirty Four
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Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Thirty Seven
Three days. It’s been three days since Adrian Hawthorne walked into my set like he owned the oxygen, and I’ve been holding my breath ever since. The edges of my world feel thinner now—like if I push too hard, they’ll tear, and everything I’ve been balancing will spill out. This morning starts like any other: the mechanical hum of the espresso machine in the corner, the faint scent of my lavender lotion, the careful rhythm of getting ready for another day of pretending I’m fine. My reflection in the mirror looks like me but not quite—cheeks sharper, eyes tired, smile rehearsed. I’m pulling on my boots when Layla slips into my room without knocking. She’s carrying that look she gets when something’s not right—shoulders tight, mouth pressed into a line that’s meant to be neutral but fails. “You’re not going to like this,” she says. I glance up. “That’s never a good opener.” “I just saw Annatoria Voss.” The name hits me like a drop in stomach pressure. I pause, one boot halfway la
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Thirty Six
Sienna’s POVTwo days.That’s all it’s been.Two damn days since Adrian set foot on set, and somehow, I already feel like the air has thinned. Like I’m breathing through gauze, performing under a microscope with heat lamps pointed at all my worst angles. Not physically—no, I can still hit my marks, say my lines. But emotionally? I’m unraveling thread by thread, and no one seems to notice except Layla.And him.Of course, him.Adrian Hawthorne. A man who was supposed to stay behind the curtain, in the shadows, controlling everything from the comfort of some glass tower. Not here. Not pacing quietly behind the monitors with arms crossed. Not leaning against the lighting rigs, half-cast in shadow, watching me.Watching me fail.Because that’s what I’ve been doing. Failing.Scene after scene, I’m missing beats, fumbling lines I’ve known for weeks. The director hasn’t said much—just polite nods and soft sighs—but I know what he’s thinking. I know because I see him exchange glances with Adr
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Thirty Five
Morning seeped into the Presidential suite like honey, golden light cascading over polished marble floors and silk sheets twisted in last night’s aftermath. The air was still thick with the ghost of perfume and something darker—need, desperation, ownership.Annatoria stirred.She reached for Leo instinctively, her manicured hand gliding across the cool sheets beside her. Nothing. Just creased fabric and silence.Her brows furrowed slightly, but only for a second. She stretched like a cat, the crimson silk robe she’d thrown on the floor the night before still draped over the chaise lounge nearby. Her nude body gleamed in the sunlight like art—flawless, honed, deliberately preserved. The woman was vanity carved into flesh.She rose slowly, padding toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her reflection merged with the skyline — high-rise silhouettes framed by distant palm trees, and further still, the shimmer of the Pacific pressing against the horizon like a promise. Los Angeles was alive
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Thirty Four
Third Person POVThe black Escalade pulled up just past the crew’s holding trailers, its polished surface catching the late afternoon sun like a blade. The door flung open before the driver could reach it.Annatoria stepped out in six-inch red stilettos and a custom Chanel jumpsuit, white silk clinging to her surgically perfect curves like it had been hand-stitched onto her in hell. Her platinum hair was pinned up with cruel elegance, and her diamond earrings caught the light with every breath she took.She let out an exaggerated groan as her feet hit the pavement. “I swear, if I ever have to take another bumpy flight with that many civilians, I’m going to burn down an airport.”Her assistant, Cassara, stepped out behind her—dressed more conservatively, trailing her like a shadow with soft brown curls and a clipboard tucked under one arm.Annatoria fanned her face, eyes scanning the lot. “Ugh. Where’s my iced water? Did nobody hear me say cold? This heat is going to ruin my hair.”Cas
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Thirty Three
Leo The second Adrian Hawthorne walks off set, I breathe easier—but only for a moment. I can still feel the heat of his glare on the back of my neck, like a brand. He thinks he’s a lion, but he’s just an aging beast that stayed too long in a jungle that no longer answers to him. What’s he going to do—glare me into submission? I’ve lived under far worse men than Adrian Hawthorne. I’ve served them. Lied for them. Killed the boy I used to be to survive them. But none of them had Sienna. And none of them mattered. I return to the set as if nothing happened, wiping sweat from my brow and taking another bottle of water from one of the interns. She offers a polite, nervous smile. I don’t return it. My eyes are too busy tracking Sienna. God, she moves like silk — every motion precise, effortless, like a woman born to be watched. She doesn’t just act. She devours the role. She doesn’t just cry on cue — she weeps in a way that makes everyone watching remember every heartbreak they’ve eve
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Thirty Two
Adrian’s POV He slammed the door behind him—not with anger, but exhaustion. Sienna’s scent still lingered on his clothes, subtle and intoxicating, even though she’d pushed him away like he was a sickness. Maybe he was. Maybe he’d become one long before he knew what it meant to lose everything. Adrian rested his back against the cold surface of the presidential suite door, eyes sweeping across the sprawling luxury of the room. Cream-colored walls, a chandelier that whispered opulence, windows draped in golden sheers that framed the city skyline like a painting. He hadn’t been staying here before—his original hotel was within town. This was not a five star hotel but it was closer to the crew and cast. So he had Voss change it. He needed proximity. He needed control. He needed Sienna. He walked into the suite like a ghost in his own life, each step echoing the hollowness inside him. The pristine perfection of the space mocked his chaos. He poured himself a glass of scotch but did
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