All Chapters of Love Between the Two of US: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rain poured relentlessly outside the VIP suite of the Grand Hotel, but the coldness outside was nothing compared to the chill spreading through Sienna Javier’s chest. Her hands trembled as her fingers wrapped around the door handle of the room where her fiancé, Tristan, was supposed to be waiting.​She had wanted to surprise him for their second anniversary. But as she pushed the door open, her own world was shattered to pieces.​"Ah... Tristan, go slower..." a familiar female voice echoed from the king-sized bed.​Sienna froze. That voice belonged to Chloe—her half-sister who had taken everything from her ever since her mother passed away.​"Don't worry, Chloe," Tristan chuckled, pressing his lips against her neck. "Sienna will be out of the picture soon anyway. Once I get the final company shares from her, I'll toss her aside like garbage."​Sienna dropped the gift in her hands. CRASH!​The two spun around in panic. Chloe’s eyes widened, but a triumphant, mocking smirk quickly sprea

A suffocating silence settled over Ezekiel’s top-floor office in Vance Tower. Don Gustavo Vance stood before them, his gold-headed cane resting against the polished marble floor as his razor-sharp gaze pierced through Sienna.​"Grandfather," Ezekiel said, stepping calmly between them. "Sienna is my chosen wife. No one—not even you—will alter my decision."​"The exiled daughter of the Javier family?!" Don Gustavo’s voice boomed through the room. "Ezekiel, have you forgotten your position? The board votes on the next Chairman of the Vance Empire next month! If you marry a woman with zero wealth or political backing, I will hand the Chairman's seat to your cousin, Marcus!"​Sienna’s hand instinctively tightened around the edge of Ezekiel’s suit jacket. She felt the crushing weight of the Vance family dynamic. This wasn't just a contract; it was a high-stakes war for absolute control of the largest conglomerate in the country.​Instead of shrinking back, Sienna took a slow, deliberate ste

Tristan stood frozen in the middle of the grand ballroom, his eyes wide as he stared at Sienna in sheer disbelief. The quiet murmurs around them erupted into a buzzing wave of shock, spreading like wildfire through the crowd of high-society guests and media reporters.​"His... wife?" Tristan stammered, his face turning pale as all the color drained from his skin. "That's completely impossible! Mr. Vance, she's a fraud! She was literally cast out of the Javier family just last night!"​"Is that so?" Ezekiel raised a single eyebrow, his tone deceptively soft yet sharp enough to slice through the rising noise. He casually rested his heavy hand on the small of Sienna’s back, pulling her flush against his side in a possessive, intimate hold. "Sienna is the sole surviving heir of the original Javier Corporation. Any disrespect or hostile action directed toward her is considered a direct declaration of war against the Vance Empire."​Chloe’s jaw dropped. She stepped forward, her voice rising

The next morning, sunlight pierced through the glass floor-to-ceiling windows of the Vance Tower boardroom. A tense atmosphere blanketed the room as members of the board sat around the long mahogany table, whispering among themselves.​At the head of the table sat Don Gustavo, his gold-headed cane resting against his chair. To his left was Marcus Vance, leaning back with a smug, victorious smile while sipping his morning espresso.​The heavy double doors swung open, and Ezekiel stepped inside. Next to him, Sienna walked in with total composure, wearing a tailored navy-blue blazer dress and holding a thick leather folder.​Marcus chuckled softly, placing his cup down on the saucer with a sharp clink. "Ezekiel... I didn't realize this was a family gathering. Why is your new bride attending an executive board meeting?"​"Sienna is here as the representative of the Javier Group's thirty percent equity shares," Ezekiel stated, taking his seat at the opposite end of the table while Sienna s

​Silence hung heavy over the boardroom as Marcus stared back at Ezekiel, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his face twitched. The authority Ezekiel had displayed in dismissing the police with a single phone call proved just how deep his control over the city ran.​"You think you've won, cousin?" Marcus sneered, trying to regain his composure as he leaned back in his leather chair. "So you managed to pull a few strings at the precinct. That doesn't erase the fact that the Javier Group is bankrupt. You're tying yourself to a sinking ship."​"The Javier Group is only sinking because you've been secretly siphoning its capital into your shell companies," Sienna interjected, stepping forward beside Ezekiel. She pulled a thick stack of audited bank records from her briefcase and dropped it onto the center table with a heavy thud.​The board members immediately leaned in, their eyes scanning the bold red stamps of the forensic audit.​"These are certified records from the Internation