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.

lowered her head and touched her lower abdomen, speaking tearfully, "Sweetie, let's face death together. There's nothing to fear. We won't take your dad with us

saw a speedboat slowly pulling away. Pressing her face against the

boat accelerated, yet Sienna could still discern Alex's silhouette. Alex had rigged the cruise ship with traps

the others to deal with the consequences. It seemed Vivian would

back onto the edge of the bed. She lowered her head and

bang from the bathroom startled Sienna, her eyes snapping to the door as anxiety clawed at her. Moments later, the

heart pounded as she

walked toward the room's exit. Just as she was about

awaited inside the bathroom

that whatever danger.

worse than the threats lurking outside

her courage and edged closer to the bathroom. Trying to dispel her fear, she reassured herself that it was probably just a broken pipe or something. After all,

nearly buckled as she slowly turned the handle. After pushing the door open, she didn't

empty, yet the faucet was on and water spilled endlessly into the