All Chapters of LIES BEFORE VOWS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

The apartment was silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the muffled city noise that seeped in through the window. Damon sat across from Sienna, his body tense, his eyes never leaving her. He had already poured everything out his truth, his regrets, his mistakes but the real battle wasn’t what he said. It was whether her heart would accept it. For nearly an hour, they talked. Damon’s voice carried a raw honesty that Sienna had never seen in him before. He told her about the moments he stayed awake at night thinking of her, about the weight of guilt that had followed him like a shadow, and about how much he hated himself for the chaos he had brought into her life. Sienna sat still, her hands folded tightly in her lap. She listened, really listened, and she wanted to forgive him. Part of her heart longed to drop her defenses and lean into the man in front of her. But another part, the wounded part, held back. Every betrayal, every heartbreak, every sleepless night re

The morning light slipped through the curtains of Sienna’s small apartment, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. For the first time in what felt like forever, she woke with a smile tugging at her lips. She blinked slowly, adjusting to the light, then turned her head to see Damon lying beside her on the couch where they had drifted off together. His arm was still wrapped protectively around her, his breathing deep and steady. For a moment, she just watched him at peace, vulnerable in a way she rarely saw. He looked younger, softer, stripped of the weight of the world. A part of her wanted to stay there forever, cocooned in that quiet. But life was waiting. Sienna gently slipped from under his arm, padded to the kitchen, and put on a pot of coffee. The smell soon filled the apartment, and before long Damon stirred awake, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “Good morning,” he mumbled, his voice rough from sleep. She chuckled. “Morning. I made coffee.” He sat up,

The morning sun broke over New York like it wanted to announce something itself. Golden light spilled across glass towers, casting long shadows over the streets below. The hum of traffic, the blur of voices, the scent of coffee and bagels rising from corner shops it was just another day in Manhattan, except it wasn’t. Screens blazed across Times Square with Damon Caldwell’s name. Newspapers stacked at kiosks carried his picture. Social media was ablaze with theories, memes, and fiery debates. “Caldwell Heir Walks Away Empire Abandoned!” “From Power to Passion: Damon Caldwell’s Leap of Faith with Phoenix Ventures.” “Is Love the New Business Strategy?” Outside Caldwell Holdings’ headquarters, cameras and microphones swarmed. Former colleagues hurried through the lobby under the weight of flashing bulbs and shouted questions. Analysts sat in TV studios, some calling Damon’s move “visionary,” others calling it “foolish beyond measure.” For the first time in years, the story of the