Lahat ng Kabanata ng Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Sienna’s POV I tugged the condom back into his pants before he could come out, then lay quietly on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling until my tears blurred everything. I cried so hard that night my eyes could barely breathe. I had left everything for him—my family, my inheritance, my name. I told my parents I couldn’t live by their rules anymore. I said I didn’t want to be the heiress. I just wanted to live like a normal woman. But this was where it had led me. I had abandoned the billion-dollar company that bore my family’s name. I gave him everything—my savings, every investment I could access. I poured it all into his business, believing we were building something together, a future for our family. I had faith in him. By the time I woke up the next morning, he was gone. The sheets were cold, and a note sat neatly on the pillow beside me. I left for a business trip. Don’t wait up. I could almost hear his voice in those words: cold, distant, and detached. A gentle knock

Sienna’s POV The first thing I heard was the beeping. Slow, steady, and unnatural. Then came the smell of antiseptic, cold metal, and something faintly floral beneath it. My eyelids felt heavy, glued together, but I forced them open. The ceiling above me was white and sterile. My throat burned when I tried to swallow. My head pulsed, like someone was driving nails through the inside of my skull. I didn’t know where I was, or why my body felt like it had been broken and stitched back together. A woman in blue scrubs appeared at the foot of my bed, her face kind but weary. “Miss,” she said softly, “you made it.” Made it? The words sounded strange, as though they belonged to someone else. She noticed the confusion etched on my face. “You were in an accident,” she continued. “You’ve been unconscious for two days.” My brain stumbled, trying to gather the scattered pieces: hotel lights, rain, a sharp turn, and a scream that might’ve been mine. And then nothing. “You made it,” she r

Sienna’s POV“Nothing good ever comes out of them,” my mother said, her Italian accent wrapping around each word like warm silk. Marionella, my mother always spoke with that soft voice and sharp meaning. It had been so long since I’d heard her in person that the sound of it made something twist deep inside me.I knew she was going to rub it in. She had warned me about Gabriel years ago, warned me in a dozen different ways, but I was too stubborn and too in love to listen. I thought things would work out. I thought I’d build a life with him that would make all her fear and her anger worth it.Well… look at me now.Ten years later, I was sitting on a ridiculously expensive couch in the living room of my father’s house in Italy. My childhood home. My gilded cage. The place I’d escaped at seventeen. Sunday sunlight washed over the marble floors and gold-trimmed walls, but none of it felt like warmth.My triplets were in Los Angeles, safe with their nanny. Max, Milo, and Maya, were my enti

Sienna’s POVI hadn’t meant to be rough, but my hand moved faster than my thoughts. I snatched Maya out of the stranger’s grip… no, not stranger. Gabriel. His name tasted bitter on my tongue even in my mind. My heart hammered violently, betraying me in a way my pride wished it wouldn’t. I told myself for five long years that the day I saw him again, he would look like a mistake. A piece of trash washed up from a memory I should’ve burned.But the universe was wicked, and my heart, stupid treacherous heart, skipped instead.I hated it.A thousand emotions crashed through me: the exhaustion of remembering, the sting of betrayal, the shame of still reacting. There were no clean words to describe it, only broken ones that lodged in my throat.“No, sweetheart. I don’t know him,” I said sharply, my voice thinner than I intended. “How many times have I told you not to talk to strangers?”Maya’s face fell, her small lips pursing in guilt. “I’m sorry, Mommy,” she whispered quickly, grabbing my

Sienna’s POV I slipped out before I could stop them, bitter and shaky. I hated how he made me feel. This was supposed to be nothing but a business contract, a clean transaction, an arrangement. Yet watching him with another woman, watching his hands on her waist, his lips curved in that smile I thought he only gave me … it stung in a place I pretended didn’t exist. I wished to God I hated that I wished it was me. His eyes lifted and found mine; it was sharp and direct. Too familiar. The moment they locked with mine, my breath stuttered. I quickly stepped back like the floor beneath my feet had caught fire. I shut the door faster than I intended, palms trembling against the handle. I walked a few steps away and pressed my back against the wall, forcing deep breaths into my lungs. “Get a grip, Sienna,” I whispered to myself. “This is only a business contract. Nothing more.” We would soon get over with all this, and it would finally be over. Maybe. I inhaled again, rearran