Semua Bab Wicked Vows: The CEO'S Secret Heir: Bab 31 - Bab 40

POV: Siena Blake“Mama, please,” Roman whispered softly, tugging on the hem of my blouse with both of his small hands like his grip alone could change my mind if he held on tightly enough.I looked down at him where he sat cross-legged on the thick living room rug, his sketchpad sprawled open beside him with bright crayon lines zigzagging across the page. The blue crayon was still in his hand, his fingers smudged with bits of color. His curls were wild and slightly messy from an entire afternoon spent drawing pictures of dragons breathing fire and tall buildings with tiny people inside them. At some point, he had even drawn a pink purse and labeled it “Mama’s Bag.” His cheeks were flushed from excitement, his dimpled smile wide and hopeful, and in that moment, I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no even if I tried my hardest.He tilted his head slightly and gave me the look I had come to recognize all too well. It was the same look he gave whenever he knew I was close to breaking. The bi

POV: Lucian VossI didn’t return to the office after Siena walked out of my building.I couldn’t bring myself to go back.For the first time in years, I canceled everything without hesitation. I told my assistant to wipe my schedule clean. No board meetings. No calls with investors. I skipped the lunch meeting I was supposed to have with the Minister of Commerce. I turned off my phone. I shut out the world.And I sat in silence.Not just any silence—but the kind that crawls under your skin and eats away at your peace. The kind that forces you to think about everything you’ve done and everything you didn’t do. The kind that leaves you sitting alone in your penthouse with only your thoughts for company.And it was unbearable.Her voice kept echoing in my head. Her words hit me like tiny knives, again and again, refusing to fade.You let them drag me out.You tossed me five hundred thousand dollars.You looked at me like I was nothing.I kept hearing them, and the worst part was—I believ

POV: Siena BlakeI never thought I would see him again so soon. Not after everything that happened yesterday. Not after the truth had come crashing into our lives like a storm I wasn’t ready for.But there he was.Standing right in front of my apartment door early in the morning, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. As if he belonged there. As if everything between us had always been this simple.The only reason I even knew he was there was because Roman had opened the door before I could get to it. He was wearing his favorite green dinosaur pajamas, the ones with the tail on the back that he refused to stop wearing even though they were getting too short for him.“Mama!” Roman had shouted, his voice full of excitement, like he’d just seen Santa Claus. “Mr. Lucian is here!”I froze in the kitchen.My hands were sticky with pancake batter. My hair was messy from a restless night of tossing and turning. I was still wearing my old robe, the soft beige one with a loose belt an

POV: Siena Blake and Lucian VossSiena BlakeThe office felt different today. Not just in a small, forgettable way, like a flicker of cold air or the quiet hum of a new machine. It felt different deep down, like the walls themselves had shifted during the night, like something unseen had moved through the space while no one was looking and left behind a silence that didn’t quite belong. I walked in that morning expecting the usual: clipped greetings from the front desk, the rhythmic tapping of keyboards, the gentle hum of printers, and the low murmur of voices exchanging numbers and tasks. But as I stepped into the familiar space, I realized the air carried something new—something quieter, heavier, uncertain.At first, I thought maybe it was just me. Everything I’d been through in the past few weeks had left marks I couldn’t see but could feel pressing against my chest every time I tried to breathe. I still woke up every morning with a tight knot of dread curled under my ribs, afraid

POV: Lucian Voss & Siena BlakeLucian VossThe ride back home was quiet, but it didn’t feel strange or awkward.Roman had already drifted halfway into sleep in the backseat. His head rested softly on Siena’s lap, and his tiny hand was still holding on to the edge of my sleeve, like he didn’t want me to go anywhere just yet. His messy curls covered part of his forehead, and every now and then, he let out a little snore that made me glance back at him with a small smile I didn’t even realize I was wearing.Siena kept gently running her fingers through his hair. Sometimes she looked at me, and other times she looked out the window. We didn’t talk much. But for once, silence didn’t feel heavy. It felt soft. Like something fragile was beginning to grow between us, even though neither of us dared say it out loud.When we finally pulled up in front of her building, I got out of the car first. I opened the back door and glanced at her. She started to move like she was going to carry Roman her