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Chapter 31 The night had a weight to it that pressed against Sienna’s chest. Even after Damien left the study, she could still feel the echo of his hands, the ghost of his lips, the pull of his presence. The city outside glittered indifferently, but inside the penthouse, her heart was a storm she couldn’t quiet. She tried to focus on anything—her book, the fireplace, even the ticking of the clock—but every shadow in the room seemed to whisper his name. Every sound of movement made her think he had returned. And when he didn’t, a strange emptiness took hold, sharper than any anger she had ever felt at him. Meanwhile, Damien was in his private office, pacing. His mind was a battlefield. Every inch of him screamed to go back, to take her in his arms, to claim her fully—not just in name, but in every way a man like him could. And yet, he didn’t. He couldn’t. Not yet. Every time he thought of her lips, the brush of her skin against his, the fire in her eyes when she dared him… it made

Last Updated : 2025-12-15

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The atmosphere in the penthouse had changed—subtly at first, then completely. The air felt heavier. The silence felt sharper. The distance between them felt deliberate. Damien moved like a shadow through the hallways, quiet, polished, controlled. He didn’t slam doors. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even look angry. He simply… withdrew. And somehow, that hurt Sienna more than any harsh word could. Three days passed with barely a sentence exchanged. Three days of lingering glances that neither of them wanted to acknowledge. Three days of walking past each other, brushing shoulders, feeling warmth and refusing to react to it. It was torture. Slow, burning torture. Sienna felt it in her chest every morning when she woke and reached for a man who was no longer beside her. Damien had stopped sharing the bed. He’d opted for the guest suite on the opposite side of the penthouse, his explanation short: “Work.” That was it. One word. No explanation, no reassurance, no attempt

Last Updated : 2025-12-15

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The dining hall of the Valerius estate looked like something out of a royal portrait—towering ceilings, crystal chandeliers, polished marble floors that reflected soft gold light. It was meant to impress. Overwhelm. Intimidate. And tonight… it succeeded. Sienna stood at the entrance, fingers twisting together at her side as she watched the long table fill with people who didn’t want her there. Damien’s mother, Camilla, sat at the head like some cold, flawless statue. His sisters whispered behind crystal glasses. His uncles and cousins barely acknowledged her presence. And on the other side of the table, her own family had arrived—her father looking stiff and irritated, her mother picking at her nails, her older sister lifting her chin as if everything around her was beneath her. Two families. One table. One girl they collectively judged. And Damien… He hadn’t said a word to her since they stepped into the mansion. He walked ahead. He sat ahead. He didn’t look b

Last Updated : 2025-12-15

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CHAPTER 34 — SILENCE AND SORROW The penthouse felt colder than usual. Sienna sat in the library, shoulders stiff, fingers curled around a glass of wine she barely tasted. The soft glow of the fireplace didn’t comfort her tonight. Nothing could. Damien hadn’t said a word to her since the dinner. Not one word. And the silence wasn’t the gentle, comfortable silence they sometimes shared. This was deliberate. Punishing. Like every breath he took in the same house as her reminded her he could ignore her completely without remorse. She didn’t want to cry. She refused to. But the ache in her chest was relentless, and every tick of the clock felt like a drum pounding in her ears: He let them hurt you. He let them say what they wanted. And he didn’t care enough to stop it. Her hands shook slightly, and she gripped the edge of the armchair to steady herself. Damien stood in the doorway, as if appearing silently were somehow less dangerous than speaking. “Can I… come in?” His voice wa

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

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CHAPTER 35 — THE STORM BEFORE CONFESSION The penthouse was quiet, almost unnervingly so. Sienna sat on the edge of the sofa, her legs curled beneath her, a book in her hands she wasn’t really reading. The soft glow of the table lamp didn’t warm her, didn’t distract her from the ache in her chest, or the memory of the family dinner. Damien hadn’t spoken a word since that night. Not even a glance that suggested concern. Not even the smallest attempt to bridge the distance. And yet, she felt his presence everywhere. A shadow of him in the doorway. A scent lingering in the hallway. The faint echo of his footsteps in the kitchen. She swallowed hard, pressing the book to her chest like a shield. She wouldn’t go to him. She couldn’t. Not yet. She could hear him moving in the other room. Quiet, deliberate. Like a predator circling. She stiffened, but didn’t look up. “Why are you so stubborn?” His voice came from the doorway, low and dangerous. Sienna’s fingers tightened around the bo

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

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CHAPTER 36 — A MOVE HE CAN’T DENY The night had fallen heavy over the Westwood estate, the sprawling mansion silent except for the occasional murmur of servants and the faint hum of the city beyond. The air was thick with unspoken words, each hallway seeming to stretch further than it should, each shadow pressing closer to Sienna’s skin. She sat alone in the music room, her fingers idly tracing the keys of the grand piano. She wasn’t playing; she couldn’t focus. Every note she touched rang hollow in the vast, empty space, echoing her frustration, her hurt, and her growing need for Damien—a need she stubbornly refused to acknowledge aloud. Her heart still ached from the memory of the family dinner. Every insult, every cold glance, every whisper against her name replayed in her mind like a broken record. And Damien… Damien had done nothing. Not a single word of defense, not even the smallest sign that he cared enough to step between her and the venomous words of his mother, his fathe

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

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CHAPTER 37 — COLLIDING HEARTS The house was unusually quiet that evening, the kind of quiet that pressed against Sienna’s chest and made it hard to breathe. She sat at the dining table, nursing a cup of untouched tea, her thoughts a whirlwind of frustration, hurt, and confusion. The memory of last night’s encounter with Damien refused to leave her mind—the intensity in his eyes, the heat radiating from him, the way his words had struck a chord deep in her chest. And yet, she was angry. Furious, even. Because even though he’d made a move, he hadn’t said the right words. He hadn’t truly apologized for the way he’d allowed his family to treat her. Her fingers drummed against the rim of the teacup, and she barely noticed the soft click of the door behind her. “Still avoiding me?” Damien’s voice cut through the air like a blade, low and sharp, sending a ripple of tension straight through her. She didn’t look at him. “I’m not avoiding you,” she said evenly, though her heart thudded pai

Last Updated : 2025-12-17

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CHAPTER 38 — UNRAVELING IN THE NIGHT The mansion was cloaked in darkness, the kind of quiet that carried the faint hum of the city through tall, unshuttered windows. The air smelled faintly of polished wood and burning candles, and Sienna’s senses were unusually heightened, catching every subtle sound—the distant tick of a grandfather clock, the soft scuff of Damien’s shoes against the hardwood floor, even the barely-there rustle of the curtains. She sat on the edge of the chaise lounge in the drawing room, arms wrapped around her knees, staring blankly at the patterned carpet beneath her. She was restless, tangled in thoughts she didn’t fully want to confront. Thoughts of Damien. Of the way his dark eyes had pierced her last night, of the heat that lingered between them, and the ache she could no longer deny. A soft sound from the doorway made her stiffen. “I didn’t expect you to be awake,” Damien said, his voice low and rough, almost a whisper, carrying both reprimand and someth

Last Updated : 2025-12-17

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CHAPTER 39 — NIGHT OF TENSION The Westwood mansion had settled into a hushed calm by the time night fully descended. Candles flickered along the hallway, casting dancing shadows across the walls, shadows that seemed to stretch and twist with each flicker of light. Sienna stood at the window of her bedroom, gazing out at the sprawling gardens below, her reflection barely visible in the glass. She felt restless, the kind of restlessness that had been gnawing at her since the last confrontation with Damien. Her fingers traced the edges of the windowsill absentmindedly as her mind replayed every moment from earlier in the week—the cold glances at the family dinner, the silent treatment Damien’s family had dished out with surgical precision, and, most painfully, the way Damien hadn’t defended her. The frustration bubbled in her chest, mixing dangerously with the residual heat of her thoughts of him—the way his dark eyes had held hers, the brush of his hands on her skin, the weight of his

Last Updated : 2025-12-17

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CHAPTER 40 — NIGHT OF UNRAVELING The mansion was quiet, but not empty. Shadows stretched long across the walls, cast by flickering candlelight that lined the hallways, and the faint hum of the city outside was just barely audible through the thick glass windows. Sienna’s room, at the far end of the upper floor, felt like a sanctuary and a trap all at once. She stood by the window, arms folded across her chest, staring out at the sprawling Westwood gardens bathed in silver moonlight. The cool breeze slipped in through the slightly open window, brushing against her bare shoulders, and she shivered, both from the chill and from the storm of thoughts in her mind. Her fingers traced the edge of the windowsill over and over, a nervous rhythm she didn’t notice until she realized her heart was pounding painfully fast. Every moment since the dinner—every cold glance, every whispered insult from Damien’s family—had been weighing on her chest like a stone. And yet, underneath that frustration,

Last Updated : 2025-12-18

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