All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sienna’s POVI let myself cry, the tears flowing freely, unrestrained, while Desmond sat beside me, steady as a rock. His hand rested lightly on my back, patting gently in a rhythm that seemed to soothe not only my body but my mind. The simple act was so tender, so careful, that it felt like something out of a romance movie, and I couldn’t help but feel, for a fleeting moment, that all the chaos, betrayal, and heartbreak in my life had been worth it just to be here with him.When my sobs finally slowed, I lifted my head, brushing wet strands of hair from my face. “I… I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I know this isn’t part of the contract. None of this—this crying, this emotional… mess—should be part of it.”Desmond shook his head gently, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Sienna,” he said softly, his voice low and calm, “maybe it’s not part of the contract, but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy to do it. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to

Sienna’s POVThe soft hum of the morning filled the penthouse as I moved through the kitchen, still dressed in yesterday’s oversized hoodie and leggings, hair loosely tied back. The children were at school, their laughter and chaos replaced by a quiet, almost eerie calm, and I found myself missing it more than I thought I would. The silence was comforting but also strangely heavy, as if the house itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to break it.Desmond had returned not long ago from taking the children to school. He had been quiet, professional even, but there had been that subtle warmth in his eyes when he looked at me, the kind of warmth that made the world outside the penthouse seem irrelevant. I had briefed him about the situation—the celebrity posts, the exposure, the tampered deliveries—and he had listened intently, leaning casually against the counter, fingers drumming lightly as if pondering a strategy in silence.“Alright, hold on a moment,” he had said, fina

SIENNA’S POVFor the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up without an alarm blaring in my ears or Milo shaking me by the shoulders because he couldn’t find his socks. The sun filtered through the curtains lazily, casting pale morning light across my bedroom walls, and for a few blessed seconds, I simply lay there, staring at the ceiling and breathing.The nanny had resumed work.That thought should have filled me with relief and nothing else. I didn’t have to rush out of bed, wrestle with buttons and shoelaces, or speed through morning prayers while flipping pancakes. I didn’t have to braid hair in a hurry or reach for school bags while gulping half‑cold tea.I should have been happy.Instead, my chest felt… hollow.I rolled onto my side and frowned at the empty space beside me. The sheets were still neatly spread. Untouched. Cold.Desmond hadn’t come back last night.I told myself not to care. I had no right to care. He wasn’t mine. He never promised to stay, and this arran

Sienna’s POVI stood there, my hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, my chest tight and my mind racing. Desmond’s eyes bore into me like steel, sharp and unyielding, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He looked… angry. Really angry. My stomach churned. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.“I can’t believe you let this happen,” he said, his voice low but dangerously smooth. “You—”“Desmond, please,” I cut him off, raising my hands in a placating gesture. “Just… let me go. Please. I’ll fix this. I can handle it.”He stepped closer, and my pulse quickened as his presence pressed down on me. “Handle it?” he repeated incredulously. “Sienna, someone—someone came into your home, into our life, and tried to spy on your children! Do you even realize how serious this is?”I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. “I… I know. I just… I didn’t know. I thought she was… I don’t know… I thought she was just a nanny.” My voice faltered, tinged with shame and frustration.He let out a low

Desmond’s POVI was fucked. Plain and simple. And the terrifying part? I didn’t even want to fight it anymore. This whole thing—this plan, this scheme, this supposed mission to infiltrate Sienna’s life and gather intel against the Marino empire—was spiraling into something I couldn’t control. The walls I’d built around myself, the rules I’d lived by for so long, were crumbling faster than I ever imagined possible. I was… falling. Falling for her. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t have a clue how to stop it.I stared at my phone, the screen glowing with a message I had sent to Sebastian a few minutes ago: “I’m fucked. This is getting harder than I thought. I think I’m really falling for Sienna.” I read it over and over, almost hoping that if I did, the truth would vanish, that the words would somehow lose their weight. But they didn’t. They were there, staring back at me like a mirror reflecting the parts of myself I had been trying so desperately to ignore.I hadn’t seen Sie