Marlowe Sienna Novels & Stories

She kept her face plain and her feet moving. Near dark Mara came out with a book and stood in the dust like the yard belonged to her, which it did. “Books now,” she said. “Sienna. The wife. Inside.” The workroom was hot from the day. Ledgers. A map. Names. Lily-Rose sat because her legs had started to go. Sienna opened the book and showed her the lines like she had done before. “This one is closed,” Sienna said. “This one still pays.”

Shit I don’t get anxiety but tonight it was overwhelming at the thought of introducing her to the guests we have tonight. “What? of course not” Maria denied straightening herself out as she was left standing on the last step alone since Aimee was now being caressed in Lorenzo’s arms. His previous furry no longer visible as he placed a kissed to her lips. “You look exquisite” Marcel complemented offering Maria his hand, her smile was so bright and genuine that I made a mental note to bring it out again tonight, I loved the site. “Thank you, it was a gift from a very handsome man” she said placing her hand in his as she allowed him to help her from the last step.

maybe a tiny selfish part of my heart never wanted Siya to be married to neither Drew nor anyone else. After Amy's unexpected wedding with Drew, I was shocked to know that Siya was getting married to Adrian. I felt betrayed by her, thinking that she had indeed been in a vile relationship with Adrian. I was angry at her for letting another man touch her body and at myself for thinking that she was innocent.

The man, who till now, still stared at her intensely, silently peeling off every layer of clothing she had on. “Aaron DeMarque, lovely to meet you,” Sienna said, a strained smile on her face. _______

Alessia Moretti The soft clinking of porcelain cups and the subtle scent of vanilla-scented candles should have made the ambiance feel warm and inviting. But there was nothing warm about this room. Nothing inviting either—except maybe the way the wedding planner kept batting her overly mascaraed lashes at Nikolai Volkov. I hated her already. Her name was *Sienna Delacroix*, an award-winning wedding coordinator from Beverly Hills, apparently famous for orchestrating weddings so perfect they made P*******t boards weep. According to her website, she believed in “creating fairytales, one vow at a time.”

"Actress-Turned-Gold-Digger: Sienna Brooks’ Scandalous New Role?" "Maxwell Hollandale’s Fiancée Exposed: Is She in It for the Money?" I sighed, tossing the phone onto the bed. I should’ve known this would happen eventually. Sienna had a knack for attracting chaos, and being attached to her was bound to come with collateral damage.

“And I know that threatening Lillian in front of a room full of women who’ve survived worse than you could ever imagine is also your biggest mistake.” “And if you have forgotten…” Maddox takes another step forward and smirks. “It’s you who wrecked a marriage first. Not the other way around.” Something in Sienna’s eyes shifts, but just slightly. She scans the faces around her. She sees the clenched fists. The defiant stares. The woman standing behind me, not beside her. But she doesn’t back down. Instead, she smiles. A slow, cold, cruel smile that curls her lips like a dagger unsheathed.

an evil smile found it's way to my face as I continued looking at the mansion, I would make him regret ever thinking he could toy with me. I Sienna Cross won't back down that easily "it's the mansion that captivating?" An unfamiliar voice came, I quickly turned curious to see who it was, the person standing behind me was a tall obviously well built man, he had short black hair, and charming hazel eyes, he is ..... Handsome.

But the conditioning ran deep. "Hello?" I answered, tucking the phone between my shoulder and ear so I could keep typing. "Aria! Did you see my post?" Sienna’s voice was a sugar-coated frequency that set my teeth on edge. It was the voice she used when she wanted something. "I did," I said, my fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard. Clack-clack-clack. "Congratulations, Sienna. The ring is... substantial." "Isn't it?" She squealed. "Marcus has such good taste. He’s the CFO of NeXus Gaming, you know. You work with games, right? Maybe you've heard of it?"

“Stop this drama.” “But why?” I paused. “Why do you keep doing this?” I croaked, lifting my head from the pillow to face him. Noah crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe. His face was unreadable. “I told you before, Sienna,” he said, the words cutting through me like a blade. “I’m bored. I find this marriage boring.” He turned to me, his eyes apathetic as he looked straight at me. “I find you boring, Sienna.”