Sienna Southern Charm Novels & Stories

“Maybe I just wanted to say hi.” “Well, you’ve said it. You can leave now.” Luca chuckled, leaning back as if he had all the time in the world. “You’re feisty, you know that?” “Do you enjoy annoying people, or is it just me?” “Just you,” he said with a grin. Sienna stared at him, her irritation warring with a flicker of curiosity. Luca Deveraux was a walking contradiction—a perfect storm of arrogance and charm, confidence and chaos. But she didn’t have time to figure him out.

Not flirtatious—just intent. We talked a little longer until the tension finally settled like dust. Eventually, the night wound down, but I barely slept. Because tonight was La Promessa. And Sienna was marrying a man she didn’t want to marry. . By evening, we were dressed, styled, perfumed, and emotionally exhausted. My stomach had been twisting since morning. Sienna looked beautiful—but in the way a porcelain doll looked beautiful: perfectly arranged, perfectly painted… and breakable. She squeezed my hand as we stepped out of the car.

"Told him she was leaving him. That she and Charlotte belong with me. You should've heard her—so convincing. So cold." Sienna's eyes met mine for a brief second. Something flickered there. Recognition? Understanding? "Did he believe it?" she asked. "Completely. He was devastated." Damien laughed. "Now we just wait for him to send the money out of guilt. Or desperation. Either way, we win." "Right." Sienna slipped her phone back into her pocket. "We win." She moved around the basement slowly, as if examining the space. Her fingers trailed along the concrete wall. Her eyes scanned the corners, the ceiling, the support beams.

As the elevator doors open, she exits. "If Valeriya doesn't tell Daddy you threatened her..." I slot the pieces together. "Exactly." Sierra glances over her shoulder. "She doesn't want him to realize what she's been doing behind both our backs." "Impressive." She mocks a tiny curtsey. "Why thank you, kind sir." Her Southern accent peeks out, reminding me of the other times she's let me hear it. My chest aches at the memories. Jay holds the door of the car as we both climb into the rear seats. With the middle space between us, we head to dinner. I stare at the scenery outside as we glide through the streets, determined to keep these old feelings for Sierra from rising too far.

“She’s a hopeless party girl. She’s hardly ever at her desk. She always finds somewhere else she needs to be.” “Hello,” a girl says as she rushes down the aisle and drops into her chair. She’s breathing hard and holds out her hand. “I’m Sienna.” I shake her hand and smile. “I’m Seraphina.” Sienna is younger than me and very pretty. She has a honey-colored bob haircut and bold makeup. She looks fashionable and very New York. “Turn on your computer, Seraphina, and I’ll show you how our programs work,” Lucas says.

“You came. I’m glad.” I tilted my head. “I’m not. Seems boring.” The air in the room thinned instantly. People had gone quiet—just enough to hear bits and pieces. Fingers hovered over phone screens. Eyes flicked between us like we were the only show on stage. Sienna let out a laugh, loud and musical. “You think charity is boring?” I shrugged. “No. Just the company.” A few gasps. Someone whispered did she really just say that? Sienna’s eyes narrowed just slightly, but her posture stayed relaxed, practiced. She took a slow sip from her champagne flute. “You know, Evie, I underestimated you. Thought you were the quiet type. A little shy. A little desperate.”

she muttered to herself, “or they’ll smell the broke on you.” Sienna had no business attending the Moretti Foundation’s annual charity gala—not as a guest, anyway. She was here for one reason: to corner a client who owed her six months’ worth of legal fees. Apparently, the only way to catch a slippery millionaire was to blend into his natural habitat. And blend she did, if only because no one suspected the woman nursing a glass of overpriced champagne was, in fact, a barely-scraping-by lawyer from the south side of the city.

she said with a mischievous grin. “Thank you Chaswick. I do hope this works out for the best. For both of us.” The unfamiliar female voice had him turning to the corner of the room near the window seat. Killian staggered unsteadily on his feet totally hit with an untellable force by the sight he just set his eyes on. Clad in a denim cutoff and loose tank the woman looked right at home in all her ethereal beauty. Her slim mocha-toned legs were crossed at the knee showing off dainty feet with a glimmering toe ring. Killian swore he now had a foot fetish. His eyes took in the curve of her calves to the smoothness of her firm thigh. Though sitting he sure can tell she carried well behind there.

Natalia adds, hoping to corner Sienna. Sienna, unbothered by her question, shrugged. “Isn’t it obvious?” She tilted her head slightly and when Natalia maintained an unfazed countenance, Sienna proceeded. “I came to Portsmouth for business and during my stay here, I want to associate myself with the best of the best. Are you saying the DeMarque isn’t the best and I shouldn’t associate myself with you?” Sienna questions provocatively, finding pleasure in the steams that came out of Gisela’s ears. “You don’t fool anyone, Sienna Clairvoyant,” Gisela spat. Sienna chuckled, maintaining her composure.

“Nothing much. He was just afraid I would end up like you. And I am not sure if that is possible. I already have Sophia, as you know. Just because I am dating a younger man shouldn’t be that big of a deal. At least that’s what I think anyway.” I was quiet. Maybe she just didn’t know what she got herself into. “It’s not just about the age, my dear. It’s the person. I bet he is different from everyone you ever dated.” “Yes.” “I bet he is a young man with a noble dream.” “Yes.” “I bet he pleases you like a Goddess and talks sweet words without any male ego.” “Yea…” I saw something familiar in Sienna, so I pressed on. “And I bet the sex is mind-blowing, and it lasts for hours. His stamina is unl