The Wrong Woman

Stocks, investments, real estate, salary, benefits, bonuses, and savings-all together amounted to hundreds of millions. Sienna couldn't bring herself to calculate the exact staggering amount. She couldn't imagine how she would ever measure up to Daniel. Feeling inadequate, she suggested, "You should consider a prenup."

Was Sienna really planning to take revenge on him and then leave him?

Daniel had no intention of letting Sienna leave after convincing her to marry him. He was determined to never give her any reason to consider divorce.

With a wry smile, he gently patted her head and said affectionately, "If I sign a prenup, how will you spend all my money? How will you get your revenge?"

Sienna had assumed his wealth was substantial, perhaps in tens of millions. Now, it appeared nearly limitless.

His considerable income would keep flowing as long as his investments remained solid and his family's business stayed afloat.

Sienna shied away from his touch, her smile tinged with bitterness. Lately, she had been consistently avoiding Daniel.

His heart sank. He handed her the documents. "From now on, you'll manage these."

Sienna reacted as if the documents were scalding. She quickly pushed them back toward him.

"I don't know a thing about managing finances, and I have no idea how to manage such a vast fortune. Please, don't burden me with this."

words, Sienna stood up abruptly and walked away

clicked shut, and Sienna leaned against it, inhaling deeply to steady her nerves. She

into wealth. And yet, here she stood, paralyzed by the fear of accepting the fortune readily offered to

began to question why she had

That he had returned to her out of convenience after failing to find someone better? At

to marry Daniel primarily for his

focused. Stay focused. Pursue his wealth, not his affection. Otherwise, you'll end up hurt. Stay focused, Sienna. Don't fall for his affection." After repeating these words to herself, Sienna opened her laptop and started

on the door. Sienna assumed

at the door, smiling warmly

maid. The cook has prepared lunch. Please come and have

nodded politely and stepped out,

a call and

pressed her lips together and nodded, then went to

cook, Gloria Moxley, emerged from the kitchen

Camille back into the kitchen for

she

suddenly overwhelmed