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Sienna had always been able to keep her emotions in check, always keeping a calm demeanor, always being the one in control. But when she met Damian Laurent, everything changed. At first, it was intoxicating—the way he looked at her, the way he held her, the way he made her feel like she was the only one in the world. Their chemistry was undeniable, and the physical attraction was undeniable too. They became tangled up in each other’s sheets, letting passion take over as they indulged in a dangerous, yet irresistible, fling.

But everything changed the day Sienna found the wedding photo.

That single image shattered the illusion that Damian was just a man who lived for the moment. In that photo, he was with a woman—someone who looked so much a part of his life, so undeniably connected to him. It raised questions Sienna wasn’t prepared to confront, and they gnawed at her. Had he been married? Did he have a past? And if so, where did that leave her in his life? She wasn’t foolish enough to think that this was anything more than a casual fling, but still, the weight of that photo settled in her chest.

Unable to ignore the constant unease that grew inside her, Sienna decided to distance herself from Damian. It wasn’t just the photo. It was everything. The possessiveness that crept into his actions, the way he seemed to always be watching her, the way he made her feel safe and wanted but also, inexplicably, trapped. She couldn’t deny how much she needed him, but she feared how easily she could lose herself in him if she wasn’t careful.

The decision was clear. She needed to walk away before she lost herself entirely.

But walking away from Damian Laurent wasn’t going to be as easy as it seemed.

Sienna knew that quitting her job at Velvet Noir was the only way to truly escape him, to cut the ties that bound them together. So, with a heavy heart and trembling hands, she handed in her resignation. It was the only way she could think to break free, to remove herself from t

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Sienna sighed as the familiar ache curled through her lower abdomen. She hated this—hated how her body seemed to turn against her once a month, draining her energy and leaving her feeling miserable. She had barely slept, tossing and turning in Damian’s bed, but the cramps had only worsened. 


Now, wrapped in a thick sweater, she pulled a blanket tightly around her shoulders and walked into the living room. She sank onto the couch, curling up with a deep sigh. 


"I hate periods," she muttered to herself. 


The front door opened, and Damian stepped in. His black T-shirt clung to his body, damp with sweat, his dark hair slightly tousled from an early-morning workout. He looked like he had just come from the gym—broad shoulders tense, veins slightly visible along his arms. 


His sharp gaze landed on her immediately. 


"You okay?" His voice was rough, still edged with exertion. 


Before she could answer, he leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to her forehead. 


CHAPTER 16