All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sienna’s POVI heaved a long sigh as I lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling like it held the answer to my entire life. I thought this phase would be simple like writing out the alphabet. Predictable. Straight lines. No surprises. But life never listens, and with Desmond in the picture, everything was turning into a complicated essay with missing punctuation.My phone chimed.A part of me definitely not the part I’d ever admit out loud expected it to be Gabriel. But it wasn’t. An unknown number blinked across my screen.Hello.Just that. One word. I stared at it like it would suddenly rearrange itself into the explanation for the strange, conflicting feelings I’d been battling ever since Desmond kissed the back of my hand last night like it was the most natural thing in the world.I typed back, "Hi."My screen lit up with the familiar three dots of someone typing.It’s Claribel. I’m texting with my sister’s phone.Oh. Of course. Claribel.Before I could respond, the same number st

Gabriel’s POV“You can’t tell me what to do, Gabriel!” Sylvia’s voice rang through the house like a siren, sharp and piercing. “I brought up a discussion, and now you’re deflecting, trying to blame it on me!”Before I could say another word, she grabbed the plates on the counter and flung them across the kitchen. The sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the house. I froze for a second, watching her chest heave in anger. This wasn’t the first time she’d lost control like this, but every time it happened, it still startled me.The house was in chaos, and right then, little Aria came running down the stairs, her small feet padding across the tiles. She clung to my leg, her big brown eyes brimming with fear.“Daddy… Can you please tell Mommy to stop?” She whispered, her voice trembling. “She’s scaring me.”My heart clenched. I crouched down, brushing a tear from her cheek. “Go to bed, sweetie. Daddy will talk to Mommy now, alright?”She nodded reluctantly, her eyes darting to Sylv

Sienna’s POVI was shocked by Desmond. I genuinely didn’t expect the kiss. I knew we were to act like couples, but kissing in public? Was definitely not part of what I saw coming. in front of a swarm of flashing cameras. The lights from the paparazzi burst like tiny explosions around us, shouts from reporters rolling across the carpet like waves. But to be honest, at that moment, none of those things mattered.What mattered was Desmond’s lips. It was soft, warm, and deliberate, moving against mine with a confidence that sent a jolt of electricity through every one of my nerve endings. My entire body reacted before my brain could catch up. The world dimmed around us, even with all the blinding lights.And then there were his hands… resting around my waist, possessive yet gentle, grounding me in a way that almost felt dangerous.I swear I felt a jolt in every fucking nerve ending. After a moment, he pulled back. His eyes stayed locked on mine, and a sly smirk curved across his lips. It

Sienna’s POVI placed my tiny palm on Desmond’s big, warm hand. His fingers curled around mine, firm but gentle, like he was instinctively shielding me from everything around us. The warmth that spread through my skin was instant, almost too instant. He held my hand with a kind of protectiveness that felt territorial… predatory… like I was something he had already claimed without asking for my permission.Gabriel stood a few feet away, silently watching us. It wasn’t regret in his eyes, not exactly. Regret would’ve been easier to understand, easier to swallow. What I saw instead was rage. A cold, controlled kind of fury that masked every remaining emotion I couldn’t name. He didn’t speak. He didn’t blink. He just stood there, shoulders stiff, jaw clenched, like the world around him had gone still.And when Desmond and I turned to leave, Desmond paused mid-stride. He looked over his shoulder, his expression unreadable but sharp enough to cut glass.“I don’t want to ever see you close t

Sienna’s POV I noticed Sylvia and Gabriel slipping out just after my name was announced. Typical. Sylvia, with her perfect little smile, still couldn’t stand it when I succeeded, and Gabriel… Well, his absence didn’t sting like it used to. Maybe it should’ve. But honestly? I didn’t care. Or at least, I told myself I didn’t.Let them go. Tonight wasn’t about them.The lights hit the stage, bright and unforgiving, but I didn’t flinch. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I stepped forward, and I felt a little thrill. This wasn’t some small gathering; it was the event of the season. Cameras, reporters, city elites. Even if Gabriel and Sylvia refused to see me in person, they would see me online. They would see me shine.I adjusted the microphone; it was too tall, like it was daring me to fail. I smiled, the kind of smile that said, Watch me.“Thank you, everyone,” I began, letting my voice fill the hall. “And thank you, Mr. Rodriguez, for honoring me tonight. Your support has