All Chapters of Rise Of The Billionaire’s Secretary: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sienna’s POVThe first light of morning was beginning to creep through the curtains when I stood in front of the mirror in my hotel suite, fastening the last button of my blouse. Washington looked different from the view outside the window, but the city itself had not changed enough to erase what it represented to me. Five years ago, I had left this place with nothing but pain, disappointment, and a determination to build a life far away from the people who had destroyed me. Now I was standing in a luxury suite, preparing to walk back into the company where everything had fallen apart.I adjusted the collar of my blouse and studied my reflection carefully. The woman looking back at me was not the secretary who had once waited outside Damian’s office for instructions or the woman who had spent nights wondering whether he would finally choose her. I was the CEO of Solvane Energy, a woman who owned forty percent of a company worth twenty-five billion dollars and had just purchased fifty

Damian“That won’t work.”Sienna’s words immediately changed the atmosphere in the boardroom. I looked across the table at her, expecting her to explain herself, but she simply opened the folder in front of her and began going through the figures on the screen. She looked completely calm, while several executives shifted in their seats and glanced between the two of us. I had spent weeks preparing the recovery plan she had just dismissed, and now she was sitting there as though she had already found every weakness in it.“What exactly won’t work?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.“Your recovery strategy,” she replied. “The cost reductions are too small, the financing only gives Apex temporary breathing room, and your projections assume the company can return to stable growth before the underlying problems are fixed. They haven’t been fixed.”One of the directors leaned forward as Sienna continued, pointing toward the figures displayed on the screen. She explained that several of our

DamianBy eight the next morning, my office no longer looked like mine. Two assistants were standing near the entrance while another employee removed my name from the brass plaque on the door. I stopped several feet away and watched them work, feeling something twist inside me as the name I had seen every morning for years disappeared from the wall. Nobody seemed uncomfortable about it. They were simply doing their jobs, and that somehow made the humiliation worse.“Mr. Kane,” Ethan said from behind me, making me turn around. He stood there holding my laptop and a box containing several personal items from my desk. His expression was professional, but there was something in his eyes that told me he was trying very hard not to react to the situation.I looked at the box before taking it from him. “Where am I supposed to work now?”Ethan hesitated briefly before answering, “The board has assigned you the executive conference office for the time being. Ms. Carter’s office is being prepar

DamianI remained in my car across the street from the hotel long after the delivery had been completed, watching the valet return from the entrance with the confirmation slip in his hand. I had sent the orchids myself, making sure there was no card, no name, and nothing that could immediately connect them to me. I wanted Sienna to recognize the flower without an explanation because the meaning behind it had always belonged to the two of us. Every Monday during the three years we had been together, I had left a white orchid on her desk, and she had never needed to ask why.The delivery had been a calculated gamble, but I needed to know whether the old ritual could still reach her. Maybe she would be angry, maybe she would be confused, or maybe she would simply throw the flowers away. Even that would tell me something. What I couldn’t accept was the possibility that she might look at the orchid and feel absolutely nothing, because that would mean the woman who had once loved me had tru

(Sienna’s POV)I had been staring at the hospital records for almost twenty minutes when I realized I had read the same paragraph four times without taking in a single word. My office at Apex was quiet apart from the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional sound of people passing in the corridor, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything outside the folder sitting in front of me. Five years ago, I had left Washington believing that whatever happened on that staircase would remain something I had to live with on my own. Now, someone had finally found the paperwork that should have been examined from the beginning, and I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to keep reading or throw the entire folder across the room.My phone rang beside my laptop, and I picked it up when my lawyer’s name appeared on the screen. “I’ve gone through everything you sent me,” I said as soon as I answered. “Tell me what you found, because I don’t want to spend another afternoon reading medical terminology that