We were on our way now going back. I didn't want to, but I know she would have gone without me if I didn't agree. Damien and soon guys were following closely behind us.
I didn't tell her.
I should have. The decent thing would have been to tell her exactly what Kaion the phone said. What i knew, to lay it out like a confession and let her decide how to feel about it.
I didn't. Coward.
She saw the shift anyway.
She always does.
I don't know how, but she reads me like I'm written in her native language. The way her shoulders squared, the way her fingers flexed slightly at her sides… she knew something had crawled under my skin.
"Is there something you are not telling me?" She asked. I shook my head.
"You're lying," she said. Not accusing. Calm.
I turned to her. "I'm fine."
She inched closer. I felt her before I heard her. The air changed.
"You know people never say they're fine unless they're not."
Damn her.
I pressed the brakes parking and then turned to face her. I had a lot to say but didn't know where to start from.
"Talk to me," she said quietly. Not demanding. Not soft. Just… real.
I scrubbed a hand down my face.
"Do you have to go?" I asked finally.
Her eyes sharpened but didn't break. "Yes. We can't keep running Cyrus. I'm done running. "
"Do you remember the reason i agreed to marry you to get revenge on my parents, but we haven't been able to do that. I haven't been able to do that because I was scared. "
"I'm tired of running Cyrus no... I'm done running whatever the outcome will be. I'll take it even if it means I end up dying"
Silence.
"I'm not going to allow you to die, Sienna, so never say that again." I said, starting the engine zooming off.
We drove for a while, and soon we were out of the desolate forest out of our supposed safe zone.
City noise exploded around us cars, horns, and life happening like nothing in the world was wrong.
Her fingers tightened in mine.
I didn't let go.
"Where are we heading now."
"Where else my company, of course I have to take it back," she said determination in her eyes.
Her company.
The word sat between them like a loaded gun.
Cyrus didn't argue. He just tightened his grip on the steering wheel as glass buildings rose in the distance, gleaming and cold, like they didn't know lives were about to crack open inside them.
"You're insane," he muttered under his breath.
Sienna's lips twitched. "You married me. That makes you worse."
Traffic slowed. Red lights. People crossing the street, laughing, texting, living like her world hadn't been stolen.
She stared out the window.
"This is where they started breaking things," she said quietly. "Not with lawsuits. Not with threats. With smiles."
Cyrus shot her a glance. "Your parents?"
She nodded. "They taught me how to run a company before they taught me how to be a person."
The building was there before they said another word.
Tall. Glass. Untouchable.
She stepped out of the car before he could open her door.
Guards at the front stiffened.
"Ma'am..."
"I'm not a guest," Sienna said, voice cold as polished steel. "Move."
They hesitated.
Cyrus stepped up behind her, radiating silent threat.
"She's not asking."
The guards stepped aside.
Inside, marble floors. Soft music. Polite lies floating through the air.
The lobby went quiet.
Whispers started.
She's back.
Is that her?
Didn't she disappear?
The elevator doors dinged open like something out of a horror movie.
Sienna walked in. Cyrus followed. The doors slid shut.
Her mask cracked for exactly half a second.
Her voice dropped. "If I freeze… don't let me turn back."
He stepped closer. "You won't freeze."
The elevator climbed.
One floor.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six...
DING.
Executive floor.
The doors opened to glass walls and familiar ghosts.
And standing by the window, hands folded behind his back, like he'd been expecting her…
was her father.
The one who made her entire life miserable.
He turned slowly.
Sienna's breath caught.
Cyrus felt it the way her fingers trembled inside his.
The man smiled.
"…You finally came home."
Silence dropped like a blade.
Sienna stepped forward. Her voice was steady.
"Move."
He didn't.
So she walked straight through him.
Her shoulder hit his chest hard enough to make him stumble.
Power shift.
Cyrus smiled to himself.
That's my wife.
Behind the glass, her assistant watched in frozen horror.
Sienna reached the door.
Her old office.
Her hand hovered over the handle.
Cyrus leaned in close, voice low.
"Whatever happens in there…" he said, "you're not alone."
She didn't answer.
She pushed the door open.
And walked back into the place that once tried to break her.