They Stole My Wedding I Returned To Paris

Chapter 3

Damian never got the chance to answer.

The next second, the front door flew open.

Vanessa rushed in, wrapped in an elegant cashmere coat, and went straight to Damian.

Tears streamed down her face.

She spoke timidly,

"This is all my fault. I... I was desperate for a place in the competition. That promotion is within reach, and this is the only award I'm missing..."

Damian gently wiped away her tears, his face full of tenderness.

"This isn't your fault. I'll take care of it."

The scene was almost too absurd to believe.

I drew a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and spoke one deliberate word at a time,

"I don't care how many tears you shed. I am entering that competition.

"The original drawings are still in the safe. I'm getting them now. I'll see you at the review hearing."

Damian's gaze darkened.

He strode toward the study.

I realized what he intended. My face changed, and I lunged forward to stop him.

"Damian, what are you doing?"

But Vanessa grabbed me and held on.

Damian opened the safe, pulled out the thick stack of my original drawings, and carried them into the room.

"Damian, don't touch my work!"

I threw myself at him, nearly screaming.

He glanced at me, a moment of hesitation crossing his eyes.

"Damian..."

Vanessa called to him softly.

At the sound of her voice, Damian stopped hesitating.

He flicked a lighter. The flame leaped to life.

3 months of painstaking work turned to ash.

He turned to me, his voice gentler than it had been all night.

"Sienna, why can't you just be reasonable?"

"Damian, you've lost your mind!"

I braced myself against the coffee table and struggled to my feet, trembling from head to toe.

"What gave you the right to burn my drawings? They were mine. I'm calling the police!"

I pulled out my phone, but before my finger could reach the screen, "The police? Are you ever going to stop making a scene?"

Damian's face went cold.

He snatched the phone, smashed it on the floor, then grabbed my arm and dragged me deeper into the house.

He opened a hidden door I had never known existed and shoved me inside.

The lock clicked behind me.

Darkness swallowed me whole.

Walls boxed me in. No windows, no light, the air hot and suffocating.

I hurled myself at the door and pounded. My nails scraped across the wood with a sickening screech.

"Damian! Let me out! I'm claustrophobic!"

Vanessa's sweet, coy voice drifted through the door.

"Damian, I want to go buy a purse... something to celebrate getting into the competition."

Damian was silent for several seconds.

"Stay in there and think about what you've done, Sienna."

Their footsteps faded into the distance.

My breathing grew faster. Cold sweat soaked through the back of my dress.

"Let me out... Please, let me out..."

I curled up on the floor, wrapped both arms around my knees, and dug my nails into my skin.

Then the pain started in my lower abdomen.

Cramp after cramp tore through me, each rolling over the last like a relentless wave.

I doubled over until my entire body was folded into itself.

Something warm and sticky began running between my legs and down my inner thighs.

"My baby? No... please, no!"

I collapsed onto the floor as my vision began to blur.

With the last of my strength, I reached for the phone Damian had thrown to the ground.

I called 911, managed to give the dispatcher my address, and blacked out after the final word left my mouth.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital.

The doctor looked at me with regret.

"I'm so sorry. We couldn't save the baby."

The doctor sighed before continuing,

"Where is your family? Is there anyone we can call to take care of you?"

'My baby... My baby is gone...'

I pressed a hand to the emptiness of my abdomen. It felt as if my heart had been carved into pieces.

Tears slipped silently down my face. I could only stare ahead and whisper,

"I don't have anyone."

A moment later, I tapped the screen of my phone and sent it.

Sienna: Lumi, plans changed. Get here ASAP.