The Maids Triplet For The Cold Executive

SIENNA Point Of View"You look pale, Sienna. You really shouldn't ruin your own engagement banquet by looking like a corpse." My half sister, Amber, flashed me a bright, sharp smile as she moved toward me across the red draped VIP lounge of the Grand Regency Hotel. In her designer dress, she looked like the picture of high society perfection. I, on the other hand, was suffocating inside a cheap lace gown, my feet aching after three hours of playing the dutiful fiancée to a man who hadn't looked at me once all night."I just have a headache," I murmured, rubbing my temples. "The noise, the press... it's a lot.""Then drink this," Amber said softly, pressing a crystal glass of sparkling pink champagne into my hand. Her dark eyes glittered under the chandelier with something I was too tired to read. "It's a good vintage. One glass, and I promise your headache will disappear completely. Go take a break, go up to suite 801. I arranged for you to rest there until the toast."I looked at the

SIENNA Point Of ViewFor three long, painful hours, Sterling Manor was completely locked down.I paced the cramped staff room like a caged animal, holding Leo, Toby, and Mia close to my chest. Security guards in dark suits stood outside our door like statues. Every time Mia coughed, my heart sank further into my stomach. I tried to tell myself there was a chance, some tiny, impossible chance, that it was just a strange coincidence.Golden hazel eyes are rare, but they exist, right? right?... I mean he can't know for sure sure.Then the door clicked open."Miss Mercer," the lead guard said, his face cold and blank. "Mr. Sterling will see you in the master study now. Alone.""Mommy?" Toby whimpered, tugging on my apron. "Are we in trouble?""No, my sweet boy," I forced out, kneeling to kiss each of their foreheads while trying to stop my hands from shaking. "Stay here with your sister. Mommy will be right back."Walking down the grand hallway felt like walking to my own sentencing. The

DAMON Point Of View "Mr. Sterling, Dr. Vance's private jet just touched down on the tarmac," Carter reported from the front seat of the Maybach as we sped toward the private airfield. "The surgical team at Sterling Memorial has been fully briefed, and the operating theater is prepped to your exact specifications." "Good," I said, looking out at the rain streaked window. "If Vance needs anything, any equipment, any specialist from anywhere in the world, he gets it within thirty minutes. No questions, no budget limits." "Understood, sir." I clenched my jaw, staring at my own reflection in the dark glass. Five years. For five long, painful years, I had searched every corner of this city for the woman from Suite 802. I had spent millions on private investigators, run checks through every medical registry I could find, and put myself through hell trying to find the woman whose scent and the memory of that night had haunted me ever since. And this whole time, she had been living in pov

Damon’s Point Of View The master bedroom became strangely quiet after Sienna shut the door behind her. I stood in the middle of the room with my hands deep into my pockets, staring at the empty doorway. The room still held her scent...a sweet, simple smell of vanilla that lingered in the warm air and made my chest feel tight. For five long years, I had built an enormous, untouchable business empire. I had crushed rival companies, stopped greedy board members from taking control, and told powerful executives what to do without a second thought. I was used to giving orders and having everyone jump to obey them. But right now, inside my own home, with all my billions and global power, a woman in a plain coat had just walked away from me after looking me in the eye and telling me no. She did not want my wealth. She did not want my protection. Every good thing I tried to give her...the silk bed, the credit cards, the guards felt to her like a heavy chain meant to lock her inside a cage?

Sienna’s Point Of ViewThe clock on the wall of the waiting room kept ticking. Each second felt like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest. Leo and Toby were still sleeping on the wide chairs, wrapped in soft warm blankets. I stood near the glass window, looking down at the quiet garden below, holding my hands together so tightly my fingers felt cold. On the small table in the corner, the television screen was turned on with the sound turned down low. A news reporter stood outside the high glass building of Sterling Enterprises. A massive crowd of reporters, cameras, and microphones was packed around the main entrance. Suddenly, the screen changed to show the big stage inside the company building. Damon walked out onto the stage. He looked tall, calm, and imposing in his dark suit. He did not look nervous or upset by the news stories spreading across the city. He walked straight to the small stand in the center of the stage, surrounded by flashlights and loud shouting from the repo