Epilogue
Theo’s arms cradled a tiny bundle of warmth wrapped in soft pastel pink. The baby girl, not older than a few months, blinked up at him with curious, wide eyes, her tiny fingers curling instinctively around the edge of his shirt. He smiled, his voice tender as he looked at Sienna.
“She just woke up from her nap. Look at her,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over the baby’s cheek, his gaze filled with something gentle and fierce all at once. “Isn’t she the cutest little bean?”
Sienna leaned in, eyes softening at the sight. “She’s adorable. Looks just like Rosie.”
Laughter hummed in Theo’s throat. They were sitting in a warm, quiet little café tucked into a corner street. Sunlight spilled lazily through the large windows, casting a golden glow across the floor.
Rosie sat nearby, curled up in a cushioned chair with a caramel latte in hand. Her cheeks were flushed a healthy pink, her eyes closed and resting. She looked serene, entirely at ease in a way that made her glow from within.
Sienna glanced from Rosie to Theo. “Your family gave you back the position?” she asked quietly.
Theo nodded, rocking the baby slightly in his arms. “Yeah. They want me to return as CEO,” he said, his voice calm. “But I told them I’m not going back until Rosie’s completely okay. I’m taking a six-month break. The family will manage the business till then.”
Sienna smiled, settling back in her chair. “That’s good. And with my marriage to Adrian… the rumors have finally died down. You, and I are not a scandal anymore.”
Theo raised an eyebrow, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “Still, you and I are going down in history as the worst cheating, evil spouses.”
A loud giggle escaped Sienna as she covered her mouth. “Who cares?” she said, still laughing. “Let them talk. You and I know the truth, and that’s enough.”
She turned toward Rosie, her eyes soft. “She looks so round and happy,” she said teasingly. “Look at that flush on her cheeks. She’s been glowing ever since you two started going out in public without worrying about people finding out.”
Theo followed her gaze, his expression tender as he looked at Rosie. “She’s overjoyed,” he agreed softly. “I take her out every day now. Every single day. I have to make up for all the bad ones I gave her.”
As he spoke, his eyes drifted past the window, and his smile faded just a little. Across the street, leaning against a sleek black car, stood Adrian—dressed in a casual shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, and fitted pants. His arms were crossed, his sharp gaze locked on Theo with a glare that looked capable of burning holes through glass.
Theo exhaled through his nose, amusement flickering in his eyes.
The moment Sienna turned to look, Adrian straightened, instantly schooling his expression into a gentle smile, like he hadn’t just been shooting metaphorical daggers across the street.
“He’s either going to kill me,” Theo muttered under his breath with a quiet chuckle, “or badmouth me to you so much you’ll end up breaking your friendship with me. There is no in-between.”
Sienna snickered, shaking her head. “How long do you think it’ll take for the two of you to become friends?” she asked, a hopeful glint in her eyes. “So I can hang out with both of you at the same time and not have to switch sides like I’m playing dodgeball.”
Theo gave her a look, then tilted his chin toward the window where Adrian stood. “By the look on Adrian’s face? Probably next life,” he said, chuckling low.
Sienna grinned and stood, giving Rosie a warm smile. “Bye, Rosie. You look beautiful and sexy and glowing today. Love that for you.”
Rosie laughed softly, her cheeks flushing deeper. “Bye, Sienna.”
Sienna turned to Theo with a small wave, then stepped out of the café.
The moment her foot touched the pavement, Adrian pushed off from where he’d been leaning against the car and strode toward her, fast. Without a word, he grabbed her hand, entwining their fingers tightly as he pulled her toward the car. She glanced back at the café door instinctively, only to catch him throwing Theo another deadly glare before he yanked the car door open and gestured for her to get in.
With a sigh of amusement, Sienna slid into the passenger seat. Adrian followed swiftly, shutting the door behind him.
Inside, the air was thick with silence. Adrian leaned over her, pulling the seatbelt across her chest and buckling it with a firm click. Then he paused, his face just inches from hers, wearing a small sulky frown.
“I want a baby too.”
Sienna blinked, whipping her head toward him, startled. “What?”
Adrian’s expression shifted from playful to serious, his jaw tightening. “I’m not kidding. We should start working on it today. Let’s go home.”
Sienna gawked at him. “No! I told you, I’m meeting Jane and some of the girls at the bar tonight.”
Adrian arched a brow, already starting the engine. “Then we’ll make a stop at a hotel. Handle things there. Then you can go to your bar.”
Sienna narrowed her eyes. “Adrian, you and I both know that once we’re in a room together, you’re not letting me out again.”
A slow grin curved on his lips. “Exactly.”
Before she could say another word, he leaned in and captured her mouth in a rough, claiming kiss. His hand slid up, cupping her breast through her top, his fingers teasing and kneading until a soft moan escaped her throat. He flicked his thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath the fabric, and when she was breathless and dazed, he pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, “What about now?”
Sienna looked at him, her breath catching, cheeks flushed and heart racing. “Hotel,” she said in a whisper. “Right now.”
Adrian chuckled, smug and satisfied, as he shifted in his seat, one hand on the wheel, the other slipping between her thighs, already preparing her for the things they were going to do in the nearest luxury hotel.
***
He walked away on their wedding day. Now he’ll burn the world to get her back.
"I’ll never marry you! Since you took a ring from another man, you can marry him!"
Dante Kingsley never imagined his own jealousy would cost him everything. One reckless mistake—one moment of blind rage— and he shattered the woman who was his.
For months, Anya lived under his roof, enduring his stares that turned from cold to possessive, from distant to scorching.
She was his. His woman. His possession.
But then, on their wedding day, he left her. Walked away without a glance. Broke her heart like it meant nothing.
And now, Luca Stanson—a man no one dares to touch—is claiming her instead.
"You are the girl I’ve been searching for over a decade. My first love."
Luca’s words cut like a knife, but the real agony comes when Anya walks away, choosing a life where Dante no longer exists.
Regret is a slow poison. Watching her slip through his fingers is killing him.
She was his first. She will be his last.
And if she thinks she can escape him…
She’ll learn that Dante Kingsley doesn’t chase. He takes.
Merciless Billionaire’s Savage Desire