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Wicked Vows: The CEO'S Secret Heir Chapter 20 – Sharks in Silk Dresses
POV: Siena BlakeEvery battlefield has its own sound.In Weston, it wasn’t the sound of bullets, sirens, or screaming soldiers. It wasn’t the roar of tanks or the clash of metal. No, here, in the high-rise towers of the fashion elite, war sounded very different. It was the quiet click of stilettos on polished marble floors. It was the gentle rustle of designer silk as women turned their heads with smiles that looked sweet but felt dangerous. It was the soft, fake laughter behind bone-china coffee mugs, passed around boardroom tables by people who wore ambition like perfume—subtle at first, but the longer you stayed near it, the harder it became to breathe.This was a different kind of war.And today, I came armed.The executive conference room at Voss Global wasn’t just a room—it was a statement. Everything about it was made to intimidate and impress. The table was shaped like a long, sharp diamond, narrowing at the ends, making every seat feel exposed. Glass walls stretched from floo
Wicked Vows: The CEO'S Secret Heir Chapter 19 – Return of the Ice Queen
POV: Siena BlakeFive years ago, I left Weston without a single word.No letters. No explanations. No goodbyes.I didn’t even look back when the car pulled away from the city limits that night. I was numb, raw, and dragging behind me the broken pieces of everything I once cared about. My reputation was destroyed. My name had become a scandal. My family was torn apart. And the world that once opened doors for me had slammed every one of them shut.I disappeared like smoke in the wind. Quiet. Fast. Forgotten.But today—today, I returned.Not as the girl they once knew.Not as the broken, humiliated version of Siena Blake who had been chased out of her own life.Today, I came back in heels.High. Sharp. Loud.I stood in front of the towering skyscraper of Voss Global, the very heart of luxury fashion and one of the most powerful names in the industry. The glass glistened in the morning sun, rising above the city like a throne carved from ice. Every window reflected a version of the world
Wicked Vows: The CEO'S Secret Heir Chapter 18: The Years Between
POV: Siena BlakeBabies don’t stay little forever.People say that a lot. You hear it from parents, from older women at the grocery store, from strangers in the park. They all smile and nod and say things like, “Enjoy it while it lasts,” or “They grow up so fast.” But no one really prepares you for how fast. No one tells you how quickly everything changes. How their soft little cries turn into loud wails that fill the whole house. How one moment they’re lying perfectly still on your chest, breathing in time with your heartbeat, and the next moment they’re twisting away from your arms, full of energy, curiosity, and a wild desire to explore the world.My son—Roman Blake—was born with a sharp, piercing cry that made my heart stop the moment I heard it. He had a full head of thick, dark hair that curled softly at the ends, just like mine. And when the nurse placed him on my chest, still slippery and crying, something inside me cracked wide open. Something raw. Something I didn’t even kno
Wicked Vows: The CEO'S Secret Heir Chapter 17: The Weight of Becoming
POV: Siena BlakePregnancy didn’t come with a rulebook.No one told me how to do it—how to survive it—when my entire life was falling apart around me. There were no step-by-step guides on how to stay strong when your name was dragged through gossip, when your past haunted you like a shadow, and when the man who fathered your child didn’t even know you existed… or worse, didn’t care.But somehow, I made it through each day.Even when I could barely stand. Even when my legs trembled, my heart felt heavy, and my stomach turned in ways I didn’t understand. The morning sickness was worse than I’d ever imagined—it wasn’t just in the morning. It came like waves, cruel and uninvited, stealing my appetite and my energy. I threw up often, sometimes once a day, sometimes more. My back ached. My feet hurt. My neck would get stiff after sitting for too long, but I couldn’t lie down comfortably either. Some nights, I just sat by the window, too exhausted to sleep and too scared to think.But I stil
Wicked Vows: The CEO'S Secret Heir Chapter 16: What Comes Next
POV: Siena BlakeThe morning came too early.I opened my eyes before the sun even began to rise. There was no alarm buzzing beside me, no work shift forcing me out of bed, and no real reason to be awake so early—but my body wouldn’t let me rest. Sleep had slipped through my fingers like water in the dark, and no matter how tightly I closed my eyes, it refused to return.I lay on my back, still and quiet, staring at the cracked ceiling above me. My hand moved slowly, almost without thinking, and settled gently over my lower stomach. I didn’t press hard. Just let it rest there, warm and still. As if I was waiting for a sign. As if my body might whisper the answers I couldn’t find on my own.The room was dim, wrapped in that strange silence that only comes just before dawn. A faint gray light filtered through the window blinds, soft and cold like fog. I could hear the low hum of the old refrigerator in the kitchen, a few creaks from the walls as the pipes shifted in the quiet, and the fa
Wicked Vows: The CEO'S Secret Heir Chapter 15: The Secret Inside Me
POV: Siena BlakeThe first few weeks at L&V Creative Studio moved by so fast, it felt like I had barely blinked and time had flown. But even in that blur, every second of it was real to me. Every thread, every spool of thread, every clipboard, every coffee run—it mattered. Because it meant I was surviving.There was something comforting about the constant activity. The buzz of sewing machines, the sound of scissors snipping through fabric, the light rustle of papers and patterns being laid out across long tables. The soft perfume that lingered in the air, mixed with the smell of hot coffee and fresh ink from printers. It wasn’t glamorous—not at my level—but it was real. It gave me something to hold onto. Something that was mine.I arrived earlier than everyone else, sometimes even before the lights were on. I’d unlock the doors, straighten the chairs, make coffee. No one asked me to. I just did it. I stayed long after my shift, too, offering to organize fabric samples, sweep the corne
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