All Chapters of He Wore My Ring on Her Skin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

My fiancé, Dominic Carvalho, heir to Chicago's most notorious crime family, was a ghost for four days. I found him not in a ditch, but on Instagram, tangled in the sheets of a Peninsula suite with his ex. Both of them covered in hickies.So I burned my hundred-thousand-dollar wedding dress, called off the engagement, and told him to get the hell out of my life.For four days, Dominic, who usually smothered me with attention, was a ghost.My calls went to voicemail, my texts were left unread.I was sick with worry, convinced he’d been snatched by a rival family.I had my father’s men scouring the city for him.Then I saw the Instagram story from his ex, Vivienne.A selfie. A messy bed.Her bare shoulder. His hand on it. I knew those knuckles anywhere.On his ring finger was the Cartier LOVE ring—one half of our one-of-a-kind engagement set.The caption read: "He still remembers every inch of my body. Four days in heaven."That son of a bitch.The only thing I heard was the roar of my La

Chapter 2

Three days later, I had blocked his number and wiped our photos from existence.His texts, his calls, the messages from friends begging me to take him back—I ignored them all.I called my old professor in Paris. He'd been disappointed when I turned down the offer.When he heard I'd changed my mind, he immediately found me a position as an Art Director at a prestigious gallery.Work was the only drug that worked.Until my best friend Harper called."Babe, Marcus is having a party on his yacht tonight. You have to be there.""I don't want to see anyone from that circle.""If you hide, you lose. That's exactly what Vivienne wants," Harper said, her tone serious. "You're going. You're gonna wear your hottest dress, your killer makeup, and you're going to show everyone that you're thriving without Dominic Carvalho."She was right. I wasn't going to let them see me as a joke.But the moment I stepped onto the yacht's deck and saw him, my heart still seized up.Dominic.He was leaning against

Chapter 3

Dominic stared at my phone, his face ashen.Marcus coughed awkwardly. "Sienna, how much did you hear?""Enough," I said, stopping the recording. "Thanks for the material."Dominic finally found his voice, a raw whisper. "Sienna, you don't understand—""Oh, I understand," I cut him off. "I understand exactly how fucking arrogant you are."I turned and walked away.I heard his footsteps chasing after me, but I didn't look back.The Lamborghini screamed through the Chicago night.My mind flashed through the last two years.The full scholarship to the Paris College of Art. I gave it up. He said three years was too long to be without me.The recommendation letter from Anselm Kiefer's lead assistant. It expired.I changed how I dressed. Traded my bohemian, free-spirited style for the elegant look he preferred.I learned to make his favorite Old Fashioned, just the way he liked it.I gave up my weekends in the studio to attend his boring family functions. I even learned to quiet my laugh beca

Chapter 4

I stared at Elena's text for a long time.Mama's promise.The words were a silver bullet, aimed right at my heart.My mother died when I was fifteen.Elena knew that. She always sent me white orchids—my mother's favorite flower—on my birthday. She held me when I cried. She treated me like her own daughter.And now, she was using it against me.I deleted the text and turned off my phone.No reply.The next afternoon, I was at the gallery with a major collector from New York.He was about to sign the contract to purchase a Picasso.My assistant's voice came through the intercom. "Ms. Sienna, you have an important guest waiting.""I'm busy right now—""She says she's Mr. Dominic's mother."My blood ran cold.The collector noticed my expression. "Is it an emergency? We can do this another time.""No, it's fine," I said, forcing a calm I didn't feel. "Please, give me just a few minutes."My legs felt weak as I walked to the reception area.Elena was sitting elegantly on a leather sofa.A be

Chapter 5

Dominic's POVThe line went dead.My hands trembled on the steering wheel. I floored it.The Ferrari’s engine roared. The speedometer needle climbed. 140. 150. I pushed it harder.On the passenger seat, an Edward Hopper. A rare study for Nighthawks. The real thing. It took me three months to pry it from a private collector. The one painting Sienna wanted more than anything. I’d just tossed it there.I wanted to prove I remembered every one of her dreams.Too late now.I got to the airport.I slammed on the brakes, tires screaming, right at the arrivals curb. A security guard was yelling. I ignored him and sprinted inside.I knew Sienna. Her dream was Paris. If she was running, she was running to Paris."The gate!" I roared as I vaulted the counter and grabbed the clerk by his tie. "Paris!""Sir, please calm down—""Tell me!""Gate C37. Boarding closed ten minutes ago. The plane's gone."I didn't collapse. My legs just gave out.Ten minutes.I missed her by ten minutes.People were star

Chapter 6

Dominic's POVIce slid through my veins. "Who?""Not sure. They look professional. Our guys tried to grab them, but they're good. Slipped away every time.""More men. I want her protected.""Yes. But Boss," Marco hesitated. "Could it be the Russos? They've been looking for a weakness."The Russo family.Our biggest rivals in Chicago.If they found out what Sienna meant to me—I couldn't even think about it."Find out who it is," I said, standing up. "And from now on, I want us to be seen in public less.""Boss?""I won't let her become a target."Just then, my secretary knocked. "Mr. Carvalho, a Ms. Vivienne is here to see you."I froze.Vivienne?Why was she back?"Send her in."She was just as beautiful as I remembered.But her eyes held something new. Something I couldn't read."Dom," she said, her voice still a soft purr. "Long time no see.""What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice flat."I need your help." She sat down across from me. "I made some enemies in Europe. They want

Chapter 7

Dominic's POVHer eyes went dead flat. Cold as a shark's. "Fine. I'll leave.""But before I do," she said, holding up her phone, "I'm keeping these. As a souvenir."I should have known then.But I was desperate to end the charade, desperate to get back to Sienna.I thought I had it all under control. Until Sienna saw Vivienne in the hotel lobby.Until she saw the pictures.The fire in the fireplace died down.The photos, the letters, the memories—all ash.I sat on the floor, Sienna's voice replaying in my head:"The worst part of love isn't the betrayal, or the lies. It's the stupid, hopeful waiting for an explanation."I thought I was protecting her.But my arrogance, my plan, had pushed her away.My phone rang.Marco's name."Boss, the DNA report is in."I answered. "Talk to me.""The baby isn't yours. The doc's report says she's six weeks along. You were with her two weeks ago. The math doesn't add up."I closed my eyes.Of course."Also," Marco's voice turned grim. "We found the gu

Chapter 8

Sienna’s POVFall in Paris was more beautiful than I'd imagined.The scent of osmanthus on the Champs-élysées, the rich smell of coffee from the cafés along the Seine.I threw myself into my work.Anselm Kiefer's studio treated me like a star.In just two weeks, they decided to host a solo exhibition for me."Sienna's work has a rare emotional power," Anselm said in a meeting. "Her paintings speak."I stood in the gallery near the Louvre, watching the crew set everything up.My paintings went up on the walls, one by one.Dusk on Lake Michigan. Snowy Night in Chicago. Broken Sunflowers.Each one a piece of my heart."Miss Sienna," my assistant said, approaching me. "A reporter from Art Weekly wants to schedule an interview.""Of course," I smiled.This was my new life.No betrayal, no lies. Just art and dreams.The next morning, I was in the studio making final preparations for the show.Anselm burst in, his face grim."Sienna, we have to postpone the exhibition."The brush fell from my

Chapter 9

Sienna’s POV"So, thank you," I said with a small smile. "Thank you for betraying me. It taught me how to love myself."Then I gently closed the door.Leaving Dominic alone in the setting sun of a Parisian autumn.With the door closed, I leaned against it and took a deep breath.Enough.I was done being walked on. Done being slandered.Time to fight back.I took the evidence Harper sent me and sat down at my computer. I turned on the camera.I adjusted the angle so my paintings were visible in the background.Then I hit record."Hello, everyone. I'm Sienna Romano."I looked into the lens, my voice clear and steady."A lot of false reports about me have been circulating online. I feel it's time to set the record straight.""First, I am not a homewrecker."I held up a stack of printed documents."This is the official announcement of my engagement to Dominic Carvalho, published in June 2023. Vivienne returned to Chicago in November 2023.""The timeline is clear. You can decide who the oth

Chapter 10

I hung up the phone and walked out of the gallery.Paris was glittering, the Eiffel Tower sparkling in the distance.The streets were full of people, happy and alive.I took a deep breath, savoring my victory.As I was about to head back to my apartment, a familiar figure caught my eye.Dominic.He was standing across the street, in front of a small café, wearing a simple black coat.He looked thinner, more worn than a few months ago, but his eyes were clear.Our gazes met across the street.Time seemed to stop.He walked toward me, his steps slow, hesitant."Congratulations, Sienna," he said, stopping in front of me. His voice was soft. "The show was a huge success.""You came?""I've been in that café." He gestured behind him. "For the past few months, whenever you had a big event, I came.""But I never bothered you."I looked at him, my heart a complicated knot."Why?""Because I knew you needed your own space," Dominic said, his eyes sincere. "You needed to prove yourself. To find

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