Silena Beauregard Movies Novels & Stories

The sweet air was shattered by a recording and photos that no one expected, splashing across the screen for all to see. Whispers and gasps swirled around me, growing louder by the second. "The Wallace family sure knows how to put on a spectacle!" "He's marrying his brother's widow?" "Doesn't Emily see what's happening?" "Perhaps they've joined forces to kill Jeffrey so that there's more inheritance to go around." Chaos reigned on the stage. Emily's screams pierced the air, begging for the screen to be shut off, her earlier joy wiped away in an instant. Margaret, catching sight of the screen's contents, collapsed. This time, it was not for show.

“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.

I still wonder if my dad was so eager to move on that he couldn't wait till the mourning period was over before going after this woman. Beside Vero was Caroline, her daughter. Twenty three years old, slender. Her dark straight hair fell on both sides of her shoulders, her face twisted in what looked like disgust. "Speak, you idiot!" Vero spat. "Oh, wait. You can't speak. That's right." She chuckled as if it were funny, Caro joining her. They were both laughing at me, devoid of guilt. I bit my cheeks to hide the tears that were fighting to run down my cheeks. I blinked profusely, my eyes already blurry.

Silas was more than he appeared, and I couldn't help but wonder about the secrets he held. "Hey, come on, you two, let's grab some breakfast," Gerald invited, his tone warm and inviting, a bit of a contrast to the formal setting. He motioned towards the dining area, signaling for us to follow. Silas replied with a short, "Sure, Dad," but I could sense the hesitation in his voice. It was subtle, but there, telling me he wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of a new Luna, especially my mom, Kendall. As we headed to the dining area, I walked alongside Silas, stealing a glance at him. There was a whole mix of feelings written on his face, hinting at a deeper story. It was clear he was grapplin

So, bar the occasional out-of-town mountaineer that might stumble into the area, we were pretty free from outside interventions. Which meant that no one would think to come looking for Sienna here. If there was indeed anyone that would miss her. She seemed pretty adamant earlier today that she needed to get back to the orphanage. Which meant that surely she at least had friends there? It was the only reason that I could think that anyone would choose to return to a life of being decidedly alone. That is… unless there was a boyfriend in the picture? I look down at the rag that Beta Devon had handed me once Sienna was settled. It was supposed to be a sequined dress, but it looked like there wa

Her name is Sienna Lang! The camera cut, then an absolutely flawless and perfect face appeared on the screen!

She looked elegant, her silver hair perfectly coiffed, a glass of amber liquid in her hand. "Silas," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "You’re late for your own funeral." "The reports of my death were exaggerated, Mother," Silas said, stepping into the room. He didn't look at the directors; he looked at her. "But yours? That’s still up for negotiation." Beatrix set her glass down, her eyes shifting to me. The disgust was back, sharper than ever. "And you brought the human. Bold. I wonder how long she’ll stay bold once the Seekers finish mapping the vulnerability in that Mark on her neck."

Then, Jillian saw her. Clara Linley stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, her back to the room. She was dressed in the same deep emerald silk gown she had worn the night they first met at the Grand Horizon Gala. Her hair was styled perfectly, her makeup immaculate, her silhouette striking and ethereal against the twinkling city lights. But her posture was rigid, cold, and entirely unyielding.