Semua Bab ARRANGED MARRIAGE TO A RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE : Bab 21 - Bab 30

SiennaI ate one slice of pizza and then went downstairs to get something to drink. To my relief, both assholes had left. I poured myself a glass of cranberry juice and headed back to my bedroom. I switched on the TV and started catching up on the episodes of Power that I’d missed. I wanted to shoot that dumbass Dre and behead Tariq so badly! If only I could jump into the screen.Just when the show started to get interesting, the doorbell rang. I tried to ignore it, but the ringing continued until it became an annoyance. I could bet it was Celeste or my mother. I marched downstairs, pulled open the door, and rolled my eyes."Not happy to see me?""Obviously not.""That’s not very nice, Mrs. Sterling. I’m sure I’m your best friend," Julian replied, laughing. "So, what are you up to?""Well... I was watching Power, but you interrupted me.""That’s a dumb show," he teased."Don’t make me fight you," I said, pointing a finger at him. "That’s the best show out right now." I closed the door

SebastianI couldn't get what happened out of my head. It played on a loop like a recurring nightmare. I had to find the person who did this to me. I tried contacting Frederick, but he was unreachable. I felt useless just lying here, unable to move without Sienna's help. I never realized how restless I could be until now.I turned on the news. All they talked about was my "accident." If the press could get into this house, they’d be on my doorstep screaming questions. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Fuck my life. Why did this have to happen now? And even though I knew better, I kept expecting my mother to show up. She didn't.There was a heavy knock on the door."Come in," I rasped. To my surprise, Adeline's brother, Nathaniel, walked in."Brother-in-law. How are you feeling?""Worse than death.""Well, I hope you recover soon.""I hope so too. I’m surprised you’re here—just as I was surprised to see you at the hospital.""I’m only here because of my sister," he said simply. I

SebastianI bolted upright, my body drenched in sweat and shaking like a leaf. I wiped my face with my hand and took a deep breath. These nightmares are killing me. Every time I close my eyes, I see that man standing over me, gun in hand. He pulls the trigger, and even when I wake up, I feel like I’m still trapped in the horror.I need a drink. That would help, but Sienna refuses to give me my vodka—or even a whiskey. Anything to get my mind off the pain. She claims medication and alcohol don’t mix, but I doubt she really knows what she’s talking about. There’s no use even arguing with her; she’s the most stubborn person I’ve ever met, second only to myself.Despite everything I've done, I am deeply grateful for her willingness to help me. How do I even say "thank you"? The words feel heavy, impossible. Part of me continues to hold the belief that it is her responsibility to care for me—after all that has transpired, she owes me this.I treated her terribly, and the fact that she staye

SiennaThe truth doesn't cost you anything, but a lie costs you everything. That’s what they say, but in my case, both could cost me everything. Both will destroy my life. Lies kill relationships, but the truth will kill mine, too. Maybe I’m making a stupid decision—actually, I know I am—but sometimes stupid decisions save lives. At least, I hope so.I feel like a selfish brat, but I am terrified of the consequences of opening my big mouth. Sometimes it’s better to remain silent, even if it’s eating you up inside. How would he even react if I told him, "Hey, your mom set everything up. You didn't kill that guy, and you didn't sleep with that girl. It was all your crazy mother’s doing"? What proof do I have? None. I would look like a pathetic liar trying to drive a wedge between a mother and her son. I have to keep this to myself until he trusts me more—if he ever trusts me. For now, my lips are sealed.I rolled down the window to embrace the cool breeze. I loved the feeling of the wind

SiennaI winced as I nicked my hand against the sharp edge of the knife. Blood oozed out. I cursed under my breath and held my finger under the running tap, my thoughts far away. I was having dinner with Sebastian, and I honestly had no idea how it was going to go. We’ve been out in public together less than ten times, and none of those were for dinner. Usually, he tells me exactly what to wear to make him look good. But not today.I’ve been on very few dates—four, to be exact. Usually, I can easily decide between a cute dress or pants, but now I was paralyzed. I was hell-bent on making him look good. I didn't want to show up in something too short, too tight, or too loose. I wanted it to be perfect. We might finally be at the stage of building a real relationship, and I didn't want to mess that up.Maybe I should just wear a nice pantsuit, I thought, laughing to myself.Once he begins to trust me, I’ll ask him for a job so I can start making my own money. That would be perfect. Who kn