All Chapters of Wicked Vows: The CEO'S Secret Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Siena’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the headache—vicious and unforgiving, like my skull was a drum someone kept pounding from the inside. The second was the scent: crisp linen, subtle cologne, and champagne… lots of it.The third?I wasn’t in my bedroom.I blinked slowly, disoriented, hoping my vision would clear the confusion from my brain. But the sight that met me only made things worse.The ceiling was high, the crown molding elegant, with gold-tinted detailing that looked far too expensive for any hotel I could afford. Velvet curtains filtered sunlight through soft golden threads, casting gentle patterns on the white marble floor. Everything screamed luxury—way beyond the usual bachelorette suite I thought I’d booked with Kendra.The sheets clung to my body, silky and cool. I sat up with a gasp. The movement made the fabric fall off my shoulders, exposing too much skin. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. Or underwear. Just the thin straps of a shi

POV: Siena BlakeI didn’t know what I was doing, not really—not in the way that made sense to anyone with a shred of self-preservation. My entire life had gone up in flames in the span of a single morning, and instead of retreating into the shadows to lick my wounds and gather what was left of my pride, I found myself walking straight into the lion’s den.I should’ve gone home. I should’ve collapsed under the crushing weight of humiliation and heartbreak, should’ve pulled the covers over my head and let the shame drown me in silence. I should’ve sat with the grief and let the betrayal simmer until it cooled into logic, into reason. But instead, I was moving with purpose, my heels clacking sharply against the pavement, my eyes fixed on the glittering tower ahead like it held the answers to everything that had gone wrong.There was no logic in what I was doing. Maybe it was desperation. Maybe it was the aching, gnawing knowledge that my father—my sweet, stubborn, brilliant father—was si

POV: Siena BlakeI didn’t remember walking down the hallway again.My mind had gone completely blank, emptied by pain so deep it didn’t allow thought anymore—just movement. Mechanical. Soulless. My heels struck the marble floors with sharp clicks that echoed like gunshots in my skull, but I didn’t feel them. The sound existed in another world, distant and disconnected, like I was watching someone else move through the grand, cold corridor. My limbs were heavy, my skin numb, and yet every nerve in my body was lit with raw, open agony. It felt like my soul had been ripped from me and my body was just dragging itself along, out of habit, out of necessity, because collapsing wasn’t an option—not yet.I reached the lobby, spine straight, chin lifted, walking like a woman who still had something to lose, though inside I was nothing but a collapsing cathedral of grief and rage. My face wore a mask of calm, but behind it, I was crumbling. Shattered. Splintering.Inside, I was a ruined symphon