Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns: Bab 241 - Bab 250

Chapter — Sienna’s POVThe silence inside the lounge thickened.Five men sat around the polished table, their expensive suits and half-finished glasses of whiskey glowing under the soft golden lights. The smell of aged oak and alcohol hung in the air.They hadn’t expected me.That much was obvious.For a moment, none of them spoke. They simply stared, as if trying to figure out whether I was real or just an inconvenient hallucination.I closed the door behind me.The quiet click echoed through the room.“Miss Moretti,” Bianchi finally said, rising slowly from his chair. His smile was polite, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “This is… unexpected.”“Yes,” I replied calmly. “It usually is when people attempt a coup before midnight.”A few of them shifted uncomfortably.DeLuca leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. “You misunderstand the situation.”“Do I?”I stepped closer to the table, my heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. Each step felt deliberat

Sienna’s POVThe silence between us was louder than any argument.It pressed in on me, thick and suffocating, filling every corner of the room until it felt like I couldn’t breathe. The city lights beyond the glass windows flickered like distant stars, but even their glow couldn’t soften the sharp tension coiled between us.Desmond stood across from me, unmoving.Watching.Always watching.His presence was overwhelming in the worst way tonight, not comforting, not grounding, but suffocating. Like he could see through every layer I’d carefully built around myself.And maybe that was the problem.Maybe he did see too much.“I’m done, Desmond.”The words left my lips before I could second-guess them. Cold. Flat. Final.But my chest tightened the second they settled in the air between us.His expression didn’t change at first. That was the thing about him—he didn’t react like normal people. He absorbed. Processed. Calculated.But I saw it.That flicker.That almost imperceptible shift in

Siennna’s POV I almost didn’t answer the call.Gabriel’s name lit up my screen, and for a moment, I just stared at it, my chest tightening in a way I couldn’t quite explain. Not pain. Not anymore. But something uneasy. Something I did not trust.I had spent so long trying to untangle myself from him, from everything he had done, that even hearing his voice again felt like stepping too close to a fire I had barely escaped.Still, when the phone stopped ringing, a strange restlessness settled in me.Then it rang again.I exhaled slowly before picking up.“What do you want, Gabriel?”There was no softness in my voice. No warmth.Just distance.“Sienna… please,” he said, his tone unusually low. Almost careful. “I need to talk to you. In person.”I frowned slightly, shifting my weight as I glanced toward the living room where my children were.“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”“It’s important,” he insisted quickly. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t.”I almost laughed.Almost.“You’ve said th

Siennna’s POVI did not sleep.Not even for a second.The night stretched endlessly, filled with thoughts that refused to quiet and memories that would not let me go. By morning, I felt hollow. Drained. Like something inside me had been stripped away, leaving nothing but exhaustion behind.But the worst part was not the pain.It was the clarity.Because somewhere between the tears and the silence, I had made a decision.I could not stay there anymore.The penthouse did not feel like home. Not after everything. Not after what I had seen, what I had heard, what I could no longer ignore.Every corner of that place carried memories of him.Desmond.The way he used to walk in like he owned the world. The way his presence filled the space without effort. The quiet moments. The tension. The warmth I had never expected to find.It was everywhere.And I could not breathe in it anymore.So I packed.Not slowly. Not carefully.Just… quickly.Like if I stopped, even for a moment, I might change m

Gabriel’s POVEverything was falling into place.For the first time in a long while, I felt in control again. Not the desperate kind of control I had been clinging to while everything slipped through my fingers, but something steadier. Calculated. Intentional.Sienna had seen the video.That alone had shifted everything.I knew her. I knew how her mind worked, how deeply she felt things, how betrayal cut through her in a way nothing else could. Once doubt settled in, it would not leave easily.And Desmond… he had made it too easy.All I had to do was push.Now all that remained was to remove the last obstacle.Sylvia.I looked down at the papers in my hand. Divorce papers. Clean. Final. Necessary.There was no future with her. There never had been, not in the way I had once convinced myself. What we had built was never real. It was convenience. Strategy. A way to get ahead.But now it was a liability.And I was done carrying it.By the time I got home, she was already waiting.Of cour