All Chapters of STOLEN BY THE DON: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"I pictured her looking for me too," Sienna continued, tears streaming freely now. "Thought maybe she couldn't find me, maybe she tried but the system made it impossible. I never imagined she just didn't care enough to try." "Sienna—" Luca started. "Did she ever ask about me?" Sienna interrupted. "In those communications with the Vitale family, did she ever express any actual concern about my wellbeing, any sisterly feeling beyond strategic calculation?" Luca hesitated, then decided honesty was kinder than comforting lies. "No, every mention of you is strategic, focused on how your situation can be exploited.There's no indication of genuine familial affection or concern." Sienna made a sound between a laugh and a sob. "Of course not; why would she care about the sister she abandoned, the inconvenient truth of her perfect life? She looked at Luca, her eyes full of betrayed misery. "Is anyone in my life not using me? Is there anyone who sees me as a person rather than a tool

"If Serena had been the one you kidnapped," Sienna said slowly, "if you'd actually captured the right twin would you have developed these feelings for her?" Luca considered carefully. "No," he finally said. "Because Serena would have played me, would have manipulated and calculated and used my obsession for her own advantage.There would have been no genuine moments, no real connection, just strategic performance." "But you didn't know that about her," Sienna pointed out. "You thought she was your angel." "True," Luca acknowledged. "But I would have discovered the truth eventually, would have seen through the performance once I was looking clearly and then what? I'd be holding captive a woman who was actively working to destroy me, who viewed me only as strategic target." He shifted slightly closer, still not touching. "With you, I found the opposite - someone genuine, someone who remained herself despite captivity, someone who couldn't perform innocence because she actually

The day passed in heavy anticipation. Sienna spent most of it in the art studio, attacking canvas with violent strokes.Dark reds bleeding into blacks, twin faces that looked identical but felt completely different. One angelic, one demonic. Both lies. She didn't know which one she was painting. Evening came too quickly. Sienna dressed carefully in a fitted black dress that Maria had somehow procured. Elegant but severe, armor disguised as sophistication. She left her hair down, refusing to soften herself with careful styling. Let Serena see her raw. Luca knocked at seven-thirty. "She'll be here in thirty minutes." "I'm ready," Sienna said, though her hands trembled slightly as she fastened simple silver earrings. Luca studied her reflection in the mirror. "You look beautiful. And fierce." "I look like her," Sienna corrected flatly. "That's all anyone will see." "No," Luca said, moving closer. "You look like yourself. Similar features don't make you the same person." Sienna

"It's exactly what's happening right now," Serena interrupted. "You spent twenty years chasing the fantasy of me, the angel who saved you, the pure thing that proved goodness existed. And when you found me and discovered I'm not that angel, you simply transferred the fantasy to my twin. She's your new mythology, your new proof that light exists in darkness." "You're wrong," Luca said, but there was something in his voice, hesitation, uncertainty that made Sienna's heart clench. "Am I?" Serena asked. "Or am I just saying what you haven't admitted to yourself? You don't love Sienna, you love what she represents. You love that she's the angel you thought I was. You love that she ran toward danger, showed compassion, and remained kind despite captivity. You love that she's the proof you needed that your childhood fantasy was real, just embodied in the wrong twin." "That's manipulative psychology," Luca said. "Twisting genuine feeling into something calculated." "I'm a manipulator,

"I'm preventing everyone here from dying for my mistakes," Serena corrected. "If I leave, if I lead Viktor away from here, you and Luca have a chance.""How noble," Sienna said, unable to keep the sarcasm from her voice. "The calculating con artist suddenly develops altruism.""Not altruism," Serena said. "Self-interest dressed up slightly better. If Viktor attacks the Romano estate because of me, Luca will blame me for any casualties. That burns a bridge I might need someday. Better to leave voluntarily, maintain the possibility of future alliance."There it was—the calculated reasoning beneath the softer presentation. Sienna should have felt vindicated, but instead she just felt tired."When are you leaving?" Sienna asked."Today," Serena said. "Before nightfall. I have resources, identities Viktor doesn't know about yet. I'll disappear properly this time, leave no trail for him to follow back here.""And you came to tell me this because...?""Because you're my sister," Serena said