All Chapters of Love Between the Two of US: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

With the Javier family scandal officially resolved, Sienna focused all her energy on integrating the Javier shipping routes into the Vance Empire’s logistics network.​Late Friday evening, the seventy-story Vance Tower was nearly empty. Sienna stood in Ezekiel's spacious office, reviewing structural blueprints on her tablet while Ezekiel finished reviewing international trade documents at his desk.​"You should head home, Ezekiel," Sienna said, looking up from her screen. "It's past nine o'clock, and you've been in meetings since dawn."​Ezekiel closed his laptop, standing up and buttoning his suit jacket. "A Chairman doesn't leave while his partner is still working. Let's go together."​They walked out into the dimly lit hallway toward the executive elevator. As the metallic doors glided open, they stepped inside. Ezekiel pressed the button for the underground parking garage, and the elevator began its smooth descent.​Silence filled the sleek, glass-walled cab. Sienna looked at thei

The news of Don Gustavo’s official backing sent shockwaves across the financial district by sunrise. Every major business journal carried the same front-page headline: Ezekiel Vance Named Permanent Chairman of Vance Empire; Announces Grand Marriage to Sienna Javier.​Inside the luxurious penthouse master suite, Sienna stood before a floor-to-ceiling mirror. A team of high-end stylists zipped up a stunning, off-the-shoulder emerald green silk gown that clung perfectly to her curves, complementing her pale skin.​The bedroom door opened, and Ezekiel walked in. He wore a crisp, tailored black tuxedo that highlighted his broad shoulders and towering stature. He gestured for the stylists to leave, and the room fell into an intimate silence.​Ezekiel walked up behind Sienna, looking at her reflection in the glass. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. Opening it, he revealed a mesmerizing twelve-carat tear-drop diamond ring that caught the morning light.​Sienna’s breath h

The grand ballroom of the St. Regis Hotel was draped in gold and crystal, glowing under the light of massive chandeliers. The city’s elite—billionaires, politicians, and media moguls—chattered softly, sipping vintage champagne as string quartets played in the background.​When the double doors opened, a sudden wave of hush swept through the room.​Ezekiel Vance stepped in, looking breathtakingly handsome in a bespoke midnight-blue tuxedo. Beside him, Sienna Javier was an absolute vision. She wore a floor-length crimson gown with a daring side slit and a low-cut back. Around her neck sat a vintage sapphire necklace—a Vance family heirloom given directly by Don Gustavo himself.​Together, they radiated pure power and unyielding authority.​"Look at them," a prominent board member whispered to his associate. "They survived the elevator sabotage and locked down the shipping routes in less than a week."​"Marcus doesn't stand a chance," another added in a hushed tone.​Sienna held Ezekiel’

The romantic tension on the balcony vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, deadly seriousness.​Ezekiel stepped back, his expression turning into steel as he took the tablet from Secretary Yang. Sienna moved to his side, her eyes scanning the encrypted satellite report flashing across the screen.​Two of the Javier Group’s massive container vessels—carrying high-value tech cargo—had been forced off course near international waters. The GPS tracking dots flickered ominously on the digital map, hovering right near the boundary of contested maritime territories.​"Who is claiming responsibility for this?" Sienna asked, her voice dropping into an authoritative, razor-sharp tone that demanded immediate answers.​"The Red Anchor Syndicate," Secretary Yang answered grimly, adjusting his glasses as he swiped to the dossier. "They are a rogue maritime cartel that operates in the grey zones of the international trade routes. They’re claiming that your late father owed them a massive protection