Marlowe Sienna Novels & Stories

Emily Warner I leave the room, completely dressed, after my long phone call with Mary where she explained what Socrates, Odyssey and Olympus is. And also, of course a few thoughts on Lucas. As I exited my room, trying to pull my black dress down as it kept riding up my thick thighs, annoying the hell out of me. This is why I don’t like wearing bodycon dresses, they are so uncomfortable but it does look pretty when I suck my tummy in so… “Hey- why are you wearing your shoes?” I ask him as I look at him standing near the door with keys in his hands.

“Sienna, from the very first day I set my eyes on you, I knew you were my angel sent from heaven. You've been a really amazing girlfriend, you're my best friend and I cannot imagine a single day without you in my life. Going further I want to wake up by your side every morning and walk through life with you all the way, I want you to be the mother of my children and I want you to make me the happiest man in the world if you say yes. Sienna Abigail Monroe, Will you marry me?” At this point tears was already running freely down my eyes. A very dramatic act you would imagine, but no! Everything reminded me of Marcus, how he proposed to me and promised to stand with me between the heavens and th

Fortunately, she wasn’t hurt. “Come on. Let’s move away from here.” I took her hand. Sienna briefly turned toward Joshua. “Thank you, Joshua.” Joshua nodded politely. “You’re welcome, Mrs. Sienna.” I led Sienna away from the area. However, as we walked, my eyes accidentally caught sight of someone among the crowd. Wilona. I froze for a fraction of a second. She was wearing a dark maroon dress with an open back. I immediately looked away. No, I didn’t want to think about her.

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.

Underneath the photo, a single typed line, no signature: Resign as owner before the season’s first month ends — or these get sharper, and so does everyone’s memory of where you were the night your marriage ended. Sienna sat down slowly on the edge of the hotel bed, the photograph trembling slightly in her hand. She understood, with a cold clarity that cut straight through the gala’s warm afterglow, that someone out there had been watching her for longer than she’d known to be afraid.

looked like Sienna—real, sharp, and fierce. "Marcus said you were staring at a blank Excel sheet for four hours," Sienna said, crossing her arms as she walked straight toward my desk. I leaned back in my leather chair, letting out a heavy breath. "Marcus talks too much." "He talks just enough," she said, stopping right in front of my desk. She placed both hands on the wood and leaned down, locking her dark eyes right onto mine. "You asked me a question this morning, Dominic. And you didn't wait for me to answer before you ran off to hide in your office." My chest tightened. I stood up slowly from my chair, coming around the desk until I stood right across from her. "I asked," my voice dropp

He turned around to face me. "Can you send me her details? I might offer her a job in my company." He nodded quietly and walked away. A few days later, Sierra showed up for the interview, and she walked into my office. She was radiant, as always. When she saw me, she paused. "You're Reynard Vincenzo?" I gestured for her to sit down. "Have a seat, Ms. Nevada." She sat down facing me. "Why would you flirt with me knowing that you're married to another woman?"

Through people. I clicked on another article. "Sterling Marlowe Spotted with Model at Charity Gala." There was a photo of him with a tall brunette in a dress that probably cost more than my car. His hand was on her lower back. She was laughing. He looked bored. Next article. "Marlowe-Ashford Engagement Ends After Two Years." A photo of Sterling with a stunning blonde woman. Victoria Ashford, hotel heiress. The article said it was mutual. The comments said he'd cheated on her. Multiple times.

“Ms. Lyon, I was wrong. Please don’t send me to prison. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll apologize to Callum. I’ll kneel and beg for forgiveness. I’ll do anything!” Sienna grabbed Matt’s face and tilted it up. The face she had once longed for had become utterly repulsive to her. She could no longer muster even a shred of affection for him. “Matt, you’re so vicious and despicable. Just wait! You’ll spend the rest of your life in prison!” With that, she kicked Matt aside and walked away coldly. Just before she left, she heard Matt’s laughter echoing through the hospital.

“You look like you’re preparing for psychological warfare.” Sienna folded her arms tighter across her chest while staring at the elegant white place cards arranged near the entrance of Milan’s charity gala. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead while string music drifted softly across the ballroom. And directly beside Luca’s name? Viviana Moreau. Theo followed her gaze and immediately winced. “Oh no.” “Who is she?” “You know who she is.” Sienna absolutely did know who she was. Viviana Moreau was a French actress and international campaign model who was frequently photographed wearing obscene diamonds while leaving yachts beside impossibly famous men. Also apparently? Luca’s ex-girlfriend.