All Chapters of Ruined by Desire: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The first week in the Maldives unfolded with a kind of quiet magic that made Sienna feel as though the world had been reduced to nothing but sunlight, warm air, and the soft hush of the ocean. Luca and Sienna spent their days relaxing and just being together. On the first day of their secong week, she woke slowly, her body sinking deeper into the plush sheets as she listened to the rhythmic lap of waves beneath the villa. For a moment she didn’t move, letting the peace of it settle into her bones. The air smelled faintly of salt and tropical flowers, and the light filtering through the sheer curtains painted the room in soft gold. Luca was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet on the polished wooden floor, staring out at the endless stretch of turquoise water. The early sun cast a warm glow across his bare shoulders, and there was something in

 The Monaco penthouse was quiet in the early morning, the kind of quiet that felt suspended, as though the world hadn’t quite decided to wake up yet. Soft light filtered through the sheer curtains, brushing pale gold across the marble floors and the edge of the bed where Sienna sat, her knees drawn up, her fingers curled loosely around the duvet.  She had woken before Luca — unusual, considering he was always the first one up, always the one to start the coffee machine, always the one to kiss her forehead before she even opened her eyes. But today, something had tugged her awake, something she couldn’t name, something that had settled low in her stomach and refused to let her drift back to sleep.  She slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to disturb him. Luca slept deeply, one arm stretched across her

 The morning of the move‑in dawned bright and warm, the kind of Mediterranean morning that made the air shimmer above the stone paths of the Moretti estate. Sienna stood on the balcony of the Monaco penthouse, watching the removal vans pull up below, her hands wrapped around a mug of ginger tea. She didn’t even like ginger tea, but Emilia had insisted it helped with nausea, and Luca had insisted she drink it “just in case.” She wasn’t even nauseous. But she was pregnant, and apparently that meant she wasn’t allowed to do anything anymore. She heard footsteps behind her and didn’t need to turn to know it was Luca. His hands slid around her waist, warm and protective, his chin resting on her shoulder. “Don’t lift anything today,” he murmured.

 The world felt impossibly small in the quiet hours before dawn, the Menton house wrapped in a hush so complete it felt sacred. Sienna lay in the hospital bed, exhausted and trembling, her hair damp against her forehead, her body still humming with the shock of what it had just done. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp and the faint spill of early morning light through the blinds. Luca sat beside her, his hand wrapped around hers, his thumb brushing slow circles over her knuckles. His eyes were red, his hair a mess, his shirt wrinkled from hours of pacing and worrying and refusing to leave her side. But he was smiling a soft, stunned, reverent smile. Sienna followed his gaze to the small bassinet beside the bed where their baby lay. Their daughter. Tiny, perfect, wrapped in a pale blanket, her little chest r

The late‑afternoon light drifted lazily through the Menton house, warm and golden, settling across the wooden floors like a soft blanket. The sea outside shimmered in the distance, calm and endless, its rhythm a steady heartbeat beneath the quiet of the home. Sienna stood by the open balcony doors, swaying gently with her daughter in her arms, the baby’s tiny fingers curled around the fabric of her shirt. It had been two weeks since they returned from the hospital. Two weeks of sleepless nights and soft mornings. Two weeks of learning the shape of their new life. Two weeks of falling in love with someone so small she fit perfectly in the crook of Sienna’s elbow. Luca appeared behind her, his footsteps soft, his presence warm. He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as he looked down at their daughter.