All Chapters of A Bargain Of Hearts : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Were you truly engaging in masked porn?" Another reporter asked. "Did you really throw ableist slurs at deformed people,by taking a photo by a ramp and wearing the hijab as though it were an ordinary cloth?" "No," I muttered, even though the chattering of the angry crowd drowned my voice. "I never insulted anyone, these are all lies, a setup to put my career to an end. "Sienna Brooks, do you really abuse your manager, Miss Angela Devon and your cook, Mrs Rose Everton""Are you really on drugs? Are you really behind candy bars which have been mixed with cocaine? Sienna, are you really stealing money.?""Tell the world and your disappointed fans the reason behind your disgusting attitude." "Sienna Brooks, Sienna Brooks, slut, assaulter, thief, drug addict, porn star...." All these voices drowned in my head as guards tightened their grips around my arm to prevent me from stumbling and hurting my legs. I was caught in a web of lies and there was a high chance that I wouldn't get out

"We were both drunk last night Max," I explained. "None of this is my fault and besides you also knew who I was beforemaking passes at me.” "Hmm," he scoffed, rolling his eyes distastefully. "You know what, just take the money on the dresser and leave." But I only rammed my leg into the sneaker, brushed past him and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I refused to be treated like a common whore, picked off the streets. Tears blurred my vision as I descended the long staircase in the hotel, burning my cheeks as they finally rolled down. I didn't think there would have been a better description for shame and embarrassment. I had met Max at countless charity events, but I had never approached him or spoken to him. He had a reputation for being arrogant and stuck up and I didn't believe the assertion until now. I walked as fast as I could, fearing that people would now recognize me until I finally hailed a cab and went straight to my home. I regretted not acc

Max's POV I should have known better than to let my guard down that night. One night of drinking to drown out my company’s losses and the pressures of my grandfather’s demands, and I ended up in bed with Sienna Brooks. Sienna Brooks. It wasn’t just her face plastered all over the tabloids that bothered me—it was her reputation. The stories about her being manipulative, violent, and a liar were impossible to ignore. I had no reason to doubt them, and waking up to her in my bed only confirmed what I thought: she was trouble. “Disgusting,” I muttered to myself as I adjusted my cufflinks in the mirror. But then came the twist I didn’t see coming—a child. My child. She hadn’t even been subtle about it, messaging me as if I would jump at the news. At first, I ignored her. What did I care about her or her sob story? But then I remembered my grandfather’s ultimatum. No trust fund unless I had an heir. And Sienna, whether I liked it or not, had handed me the perfect solution. I would marr

Sienna's POVI kept my head down as I slipped out of the crowded garden and made my way toward the house. Every step felt heavier under the weight of the stares burning into my back. No matter where I turned, eyes were on me—judging, whispering, dissecting my every move.I reached the terrace, hoping for a moment of peace, when a group of journalists appeared, cameras at the ready. My stomach dropped.“Miss Brooks!” one of them called, hurrying toward me. “Can we have a moment of your time?”I hesitated, my instinct screaming at me to turn and leave. “I’m not giving any interviews,” I said quickly, keeping my voice calm.“Please, just a few questions,” another reporter chimed in, stepping closer. “We’d love to hear your side of the story.”My side of the story? That was a laugh. No one cared about my side.But as I looked at their eager faces, something inside me wavered. The questions didn’t seem hostile—at least, not yet. Maybe this was my chance to regain a bit of control.“Fine,”

Sienna's POVI stood by the window, staring out at the garden below. My parents were with Max, their body language tense even though their smiles were still plastered on. Max stood tall, his posture calm and unbothered as always. But there was something about the way he spoke—controlled, deliberate—that made me pause.He wasn’t just talking to them. He was defending me.Again!I could read it in the atmosphere. For a moment, I felt the strangest sense of relief. But it didn’t last long.What was I doing? Hiding up here, letting Max deal with everyone while I stayed out of sight? How long could I keep running like this? From the reporters, my parents, Edwina... even Max.My hands tightened around the edge of the window frame. Was I really going to let him take the reins of my life completely? That thought terrified me more than anything else.I exhaled slowly and squared my shoulders. No. I couldn’t let this become my reality. I couldn’t keep hiding.