All Chapters of A Bargain Of Hearts : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sienna's POV I awoke earlier than usual the next morning, my head still pounding after having to face the paparazzi I had been away from for so long again. Plus, I hadn’t even slept properly the night before. I had a room to myself, but I jolted awake every now and then, just entirely uncomfortable. Now it was morning, I decided to take a look around the house. The house was massive—far too big for one person, let alone two people who could barely stand to be in the same room together. I had spent the better part of the morning wandering aimlessly, trying to familiarize myself with the place. There were endless halls, grand rooms, and ornate furniture that probably cost more than my former apartment. Every now and then, I’d find a door that led to another room full of paintings or some kind of antique collection. Who even lived like this? By the time I reached the library—a sprawling space with shelves that reached the ceiling—I was already exhausted. I sat down in one of the ove

Sienna's POVThe club's neon lights flickered behind me as I stepped out onto the darkening street. Dusk had settled in quicker than I’d realized. I had been so engrossed in the fun and how much I had missed it. I had forgotten I was a missing person – literally. My earlier sense of freedom was now replaced by a growing anxiety."I need to get back," I muttered to myself, pulling my hoodie tighter around me.The streets were quieter now, the occasional car zooming past. As I walked, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. It started as a whisper of a sensation at the back of my neck, but it grew stronger with every step.I glanced over my shoulder, and there he was—the same man from the club, the one in the hoodie. He was trailing behind me, his pace steady and deliberate."Don’t panic, Sienna," I whispered, quickening my steps.I took a few sharp turns, hoping to lose him, but every time I glanced back, he was still there. My heartbeat ham

Max’s POV I hadn’t wanted to fire Harry. He was one of the best men I had on staff, someone I trusted to do the job right. But when Sienna got herself into trouble, his failure to keep her safe had left me no choice. Or so I thought. Bringing him back wasn’t a decision I made lightly. The truth was, I didn’t need Sienna’s nagging to know Harry wasn’t the problem—Sienna was. She couldn’t seem to stay put or follow simple instructions. Firing Harry had been more about making a statement than addressing any real incompetence. When Sienna gave me that ultimatum— “Bring Harry back or forget about my security”—I’d almost laughed in her face. But the deal was the deal, and keeping her safe was part of it. So, Harry came back, and the look on her face told me she thought she’d won. If only she knew how little any of this mattered to me. Firing Harry was simply my show of power; to remind her that the time she decided to misbehave, even sligh

Max’s POVI leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. Sienna’s absurd question replayed in my mind, and I couldn’t help but scoff. Did she seriously think I’d remember some random encounter from years ago?The audacity of it was laughable. She looked at me with those wide, desperate eyes like she’d uncovered some profound connection between us. As if we were star-crossed lovers or something equally ridiculous.“Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath.Sleep wasn’t coming, and the irritation simmering in my chest wasn’t helping. Plus, in recent days, sleeping alone had been quite not it… I thought quietly as I observed the bulge within my underwear. With a sigh, I swung my legs off the bed and grabbed my robe, draping it over my shoulders before stepping out of the room.The hallway was quiet, the soft glow of the overhead lights casting long shadows. I headed toward the kitchen, intent on grabbing a glass of wine to dull my restless t

Sienna's POVThe woman stared at me, her sharp eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and superiority. She was tall, elegant, and exuded confidence in a way that made me instantly uncomfortable.“Well,” she said, tilting her head slightly, “I didn’t expect to find you here.”I blinked, still trying to process her presence. “I’m sorry—who are you?”She let out a soft laugh, the kind that grated on my nerves. “I could ask you the same thing, but I already know who you are.” She took a step closer, her heels clicking against the marble floor. “Sienna Brooks. The famous actress turned... what? Housemaid?”I stiffened. “Excuse me?”“Oh! I believe he hired you or something to serve me and do the chores, am I right?” She replied, sounding as natural as ever.Well played.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I replied.“Oh, don’t get so defensive,” she said, waving a manicured hand dismissively. “When I walked in, I thought maybe you were part of the staff. But now, seeing you up close, I