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.

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

to the window and saw a speedboat slowly pulling

could still discern Alex's silhouette. Alex had rigged the cruise ship

first, leaving the others to deal with the consequences. It seemed Vivian would be left to shoulder the blame for

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

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

heart pounded as

she was about to knock on the door she hesitated.

awaited inside the bathroom

whatever danger.

the threats lurking outside the

breath, she gathered her courage and edged closer to the bathroom. Trying to dispel her fear, she reassured herself that it was probably just a

became shallow, her palms slick with sweat, and her legs nearly buckled as she slowly turned the handle. After pushing the door open, she didn't dare to enter but instead

endlessly into the sink. Sienna wondered who could have