The Wrong Woman

"Take Daniel's wife downstairs and lock her up. Guard her well and don't touch her. Understand? I want no traces that could lead the police to us," Alex commanded. "Yes, boss," the bodyguards replied in unison.

They approached Sienna and gestured politely, "Please, follow us."

They carefully avoided touching her.

Sienna gave Vivian one last scornful glance, believing Vivian deserved whatever was coming her way.

Before, all Sienna wished for was for Daniel to come to her rescue. But now, she prayed he would stay away, steer clear of the ship, and save himself from the deadly trap. She simply hoped Daniel would stay alive and not risk looking for her alone.

Sienna was locked in a room, guarded by several bodyguards stationed outside.

As the minutes passed, her anxiety escalated. She felt a wave of despair as she gazed out at the sea from the window. Feeling utterly helpless, she murmured, "Daniel, please don't come. I beg you. Don't try to save me."

Sienna's heart ached, throbbing painfully. The thought of Daniel being shot as soon as he set foot on the ship sent a sharp pang through her, causing her to tremble and her breath to catch in her throat. Tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably.

There's nothing to fear. We won't take your dad with us this time, okay? He needs to stay

pulling away. Pressing her face against the glass, she watched intently, hoping it wasn't the speedboat bringing Daniel aboard

still discern Alex's silhouette. Alex had rigged the cruise ship with traps and was

the consequences. It seemed

bed. She lowered her head and stared at the ring on her finger. A wave of sadness

eyes snapping to the door as anxiety clawed at her. Moments later, the sound

heart pounded

as she was about to knock on the

awaited inside the bathroom

whatever

be worse than the threats lurking outside

the bathroom. Trying to dispel her fear, she reassured herself that it was probably just a broken pipe or something. After all, it was daytime, and ghosts weren't

buckled as she slowly turned the handle. After pushing the door open, she didn't dare to enter but

was empty, yet the faucet was on and water spilled endlessly into the sink. Sienna wondered who