All Chapters of Unholy Fantasies: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 2: Late Nights Begin.I arrived at the office at 7:45 p.m. on Friday.The building was mostly empty, the way it always was by this hour. Only a few scattered lights remained on the marketing floor, and the silence felt heavier than usual. I had spent the entire day preparing the creative direction deck, reworking slides until my eyes burned. Now the files sat on a USB drive in my bag like they weighed more than they should.Lucian had said we would review them together. Alone.I took the executive elevator up, watching the numbers climb. My reflection in the mirrored walls looked composed — black blouse tucked into a charcoal pencil skirt, hair pinned back neatly — but my pulse was already quicker than it should have been.When the doors opened, his assistant’s desk was empty again. I walked straight to his office and knocked once.“Come in.”His voice carried through the door, low and even.I stepped inside and closed it behind me.Lucian was standing by the floor-to-ceiling

Chapter 4: Crossing the Line.Sienna's PoV:I told myself I wouldn’t stay late again.After Friday night, I had spent the entire weekend trying to convince myself that the tension between us was all in my head. That Lucian Kane was just a demanding boss who expected excellence, and I was reading too much into the way he stood too close or let his voice drop when he spoke to me.But Monday morning at 8:27 a.m., I was standing outside his office door with the revised deck on a USB drive in my hand, wearing the black blouse he had told me to wear.I knocked.“Come in.”His voice was calm, but it still made my stomach tighten.I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Lucian was already at his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled up. He looked up when I entered, and for a second, his eyes moved slowly down my body before returning to my face.“Lock it,” he said.I hesitated for half a second, then turned the lock on the door.He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. “Sit.”I sat,

Chapter 6: Jealousy & Control.Lucian’s POVI saw it the moment it happened.We were in the main conference room for the mid-week campaign sync. Fourteen people around the long table, the room filled with the low murmur of discussion and the occasional click of a laptop keyboard. Sienna was presenting an updated timeline for the Hale & Partners shoot when one of the junior creative directors — a man named Ethan — leaned in slightly and said something that made her smile.It wasn’t a big smile. Just a small, polite curve of her mouth as she nodded at whatever he had said. But it was enough.Ethan kept talking, his voice low enough that only she could hear properly. He was leaning too close. His eyes lingered on her face longer than necessary. When she turned to adjust something on the screen behind her, his gaze dropped briefly to her legs before returning to her face.I felt something cold and sharp settle in my chest.I kept my expression neutral. I always did. But my hand tightened

Chapter 8: Emotional Crack.Sienna’s POVThe presentation had been a disaster.I stood at the front of the main conference room, trying to keep my voice steady as I walked the client through the revised campaign direction. Lucian sat at the far end of the table, watching me with that unreadable expression he wore whenever we were in public. The client — a sharp, middle-aged woman named Victoria Hale — had been polite but clearly unimpressed from the start.By the time I reached the media strategy section, my hands were slightly unsteady. I had worked on this deck for days. I had barely slept. And now, every time I spoke, I could feel Lucian’s eyes on me, silently judging every word.Halfway through my explanation of the phased rollout, Victoria interrupted.“This feels… safe,” she said, tapping her pen against the table. “We hired you because we wanted something that would cut through the noise. This doesn’t feel like it’s cutting through anything.”The room went quiet.I opened my m

Chapter 10: Choosing Each Other.Sienna’s POVI stood outside Lucian’s penthouse office on the top floor of the building at 9:15 p.m., my heart hammering against my ribs.The rest of the building had emptied hours ago. Only the night security remained on the lower floors. This late, it felt like the entire city belonged to just the two of us.I had spent the last few days thinking about everything — the stolen moments, the risks, the way he looked at me when no one else was watching, the way I felt when he touched me. I had tried to convince myself I could walk away. That it would be smarter. Safer.But I couldn’t.I knocked once.“Come in.”His voice was low, steady, and it still sent a shiver down my spine.I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, locking it.Lucian was standing by the large windows overlooking the glittering Chicago skyline, hands in his pockets. He had taken off his jacket and tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone. When he turned to look at me, his expr