All Chapters of Owned by my boss : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sienna’s POVIt’s been days since I walked out of Nic’s life. Days since I chose to leave him, pretending as if what we shared had never existed. But the truth? I haven’t been able to move on. The memories—the laughter, the stolen moments, the warmth of his touch—still haunt me. Every time his name drifts through my mind, my chest aches. I won’t lie; it’s been unbearable.Now I sit quietly in the corner of the living room of our new apartment. Life with Ryan , Janet, and Ann has been steady, almost peaceful. Janet insisted we travel abroad to start over, and so far, everything has gone well. My father didn’t come with us; he claimed he needed to stay behind to handle work, the divorce with Diana, and to keep watch from the shadows.And then there was Ryan—a bright spark in our lives. His jokes filled the house with laughter, and for the first time in years, Ann and I felt a taste of what family should be. I’ll never forget the moment Janet and Ann met; tears flowed freely as decades o

Sienna’s POVMy heart thundered as I stumbled down a lonely road I didn’t recognize, one hand clutching my swollen belly. Every step felt heavier, my breath ragged, sweat dripping down my skin. The long white gown I wore swept the ground, tangling around my feet until I tripped and fell hard against the dirt.Loud footsteps closed in behind me. A rough hand grabbed my hair, jerking me back.“Let me go!” I screamed, thrashing in panic, but the grip only tightened—“Sienna! Wake up!”I jolted upright, gasping, my body trembling and drenched in sweat. Janet sat in front of me, worry in her eyes. She immediately pulled me into her arms.“Oh, dear, it’s just a nightmare,” she whispered gently, stroking my back.But it hadn’t felt like a dream. It had been too real. The fear still pulsed inside me, clawing at my chest. Janet tucked me back under the duvet, adjusting the heater for warmth, then kissed my forehead before leaving me to rest.Later, I stood by the window, staring down at the gl

Sienna’s POVMy mind wouldn’t stop racing as I stared out the tinted window, the city lights bleeding into streaks against the glass. I wasn’t supposed to be back here—not now, not ever. But when Clara used my father as leverage, I had no choice. I lied to Janet, telling her Kate had been in an accident. She’d wanted to come with me, but I convinced her it wasn’t serious. I promised I’d only be gone a day or two—our visas were ready, and we were supposed to leave the country in just days.Now, I sat in the back of Janet’s Maybach, the driver dressed in black, silent as the city swallowed me whole.Every honk, every blur of neon, every rushing figure on the sidewalks pressed down on me. The noise, the chaos—it felt like the city itself was mocking me. Every corner screamed of Nic, memories I couldn’t outrun. Even surrounded by life, I had never felt more alone.Then my phone buzzed.It was Clara, using my father’s number.Be here, bitch.An address followed.The warehouse loomed at the

Sienna’s POVI told him I wanted to see my father, to know how he was. Nic agreed without hesitation. At first, I tried to convince him not to come, told him I would be fine on my own. But of course, he refused. It was Nic—he always did whatever he wanted.After bathing and getting dressed, we arrived at the hospital. The moment I stepped inside, that sharp, sterile smell hit me. I hated it instantly. Cold. Suffocating. A mix of disinfectant and metal that clung to my lungs no matter how I tried not to breathe it in. To me, it was the smell of pain, of fear, of memories you wanted to forget but never could. The walls might have been white and clean, but the smell made everything heavy, as if hope was fragile here, and heartbreak lived in the air.My head throbbed faintly.“Are you okay?” my dad asked softly, his weak eyes fixed on me.“Yes. Just need some water,” I said, glancing at Nic. He understood without a word.“I’ll be right back,” he said, and walked out.The second the door c

3 Years Later—Sienna’s POV—The morning breeze slipped softly through my window, carrying warmth as the sun settled into its rightful place. Laughter and squeals filled the air, tugging me from sleep.“Mum! Mummy!” a tiny voice shouted as the bed bounced beneath me. “Chris said I can’t be a ballerina!”I opened my eyes to see Ava’s pouty face. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t listen to him. You can be whatever you want.” I pulled her close, kissing her cheeks. “And good morning.”“Good morning, Mummy.” Another voice joined in. I turned to see Chris standing by the door, his gray eyes—so much like his father’s—watching me.“Hi, my angel,” I whispered, smiling at him. Every time I looked at Chris, I saw Nic. The same eyes, the same quiet intensity. Even his messy black hair reminded me of him. No matter how much time passed, I couldn’t forget Nic—his touch, his dominance, the way he held me. It had been three years since I walked away from him, starting over here with Mum and Ann.My father had