SIENNA'S POV
If this was a dream, then I needed to fucking wake up.
I parked my car in the large garage of a very beautiful penthouse. I wasn't sure what Mom was doing here or why she wanted me to be here, but I didn't like the idea.
I felt like something bad was going to happen—worse than Mom's marriage to Theo's father. I didn't know what it was that I felt, but I didn't push any further.
I stepped out of my car, and my eyes roamed around, trying to figure out my way into the house. It was large, beautiful, and had a lot of luxurious exterior decorations.
One could tell that the person living in this house was very well-to-do. But the only problem was: who was that person?
I was sure this wasn't Mr. Robert's house. I had gone there before, and this wasn't where I came the last time for dinner.
And even if it was his house, I would definitely object to Mom's decision to live with them, even for the night. I didn't want to live with fucking married couples, especially not my mom and her new husband.
She had tons of ex-husbands—probably three or maybe four—and never had she sold the house. Never had she rendered me homeless or tried to persuade me into living with them.
Why now? Had she finally decided to stick to this one man? I cared less about that, though. But one thing I wanted to know was: where the fuck did she want me to stay?
The building had similar features to Mr. Robert's penthouse, but this one gave off a different kind of vibe. I just couldn't explain it, but I was sure something was off.
"Miss Sienna?" An unfamiliar voice called my name, jolting me out of my thoughts, and I turned around to meet the caller.
It was also an unfamiliar face—a young-looking lady. She had a maid uniform on and a polite smile glued to her face. I arched my brows as I stared at her.
"Who are you?" I muttered, and she flashed me a smile, revealing her beautiful set of teeth.
"Your mom is waiting for you inside. I'll lead you in." She answered. She had obviously skipped the question I asked, but she told me exactly what was important.
I could never have found the way into this penthouse without her help. I walked into the exquisite living room—furniture and everything was screaming money.
The smell of cedar wood mixed with a bit of wind hit my nose. The scent was familiar, reminding me of someone I knew pretty well, but I ignored it. I was being delusional.
My eyes roamed the whole room and finally fell on my mom's figure. She sat comfortably on the couch with a glass of wine held in her delicate fingers.
She hadn't even gotten out of her wedding dress—still in that beautiful, creamy short dress. It was beautiful and really expensive; her husband had made sure it was the best.
"Mom! What the heck is going on?" I half-yelled as I marched toward her angrily.
She stared at me, eyeing me from head to toe the moment I stood in front of her. She let out a small hiss before dropping her glass and standing to meet my gaze.
"Tsk, why did you leave the wedding when we weren't done? You didn't even get to take pictures with us," she probed.
Everyone seemed to be ignoring my questions today. Why was that?
"That was the main reason I left the wedding early. Why did you sell our house?" I retorted, and she scoffed.
The main problem here wasn't the fact that I didn't get to take stupid wedding pictures, but the fact that I was made homeless by my selfish mother.
"It was my house, remember? I decided what to do with it!" she uttered nonchalantly, and I chuckled lightly.
What the heck was wrong with this woman? Was this some kind of revenge or payback because I didn't support her marriage?
Did she really have to do this to her daughter?
"So where the fuck am I supposed to stay now? On the streets?" I retorted sarcastically, and she smiled.
She placed her arm across my shoulders with a wide smile on her face—so wide that I knew something was wrong.
"Here!" she replied excitedly, and I frowned.
"Of course. Who owns this place?" I whispered, literally both scared and excited.
Scared because I knew Mom was up to no good. It might look great, but something was really fishy. And I was excited because this place was very beautiful.
No one was going to be sad to live in such luxurious comfort.
"Don't worry—he agreed to let you stay here," she answered, ignoring my question again.
Who the fuck had agreed to let me stay?
"Mom? Who owns this place?" I asked again, louder this time, just in case she didn't hear me clearly.
"If it isn't Blake Sienna!" I heard the familiar voice of the one man I hated the most, and I thought I was dreaming.
Maybe this was just one of my weird and bad nightmares, but it was too vivid to be a dream.
"Mom? Are you fucking kidding me?" I gasped as I saw him step down the stairs gracefully. He had a lazy smile on his face and mischief glittering in his eyes.
I was fucking going insane. If this was a dream, I wanted to wake up from it right now!
"He said you can stay with him for as long as you want. You should thank him for his accommodation," she scolded me, and I chuckled lightly.
Of course—thank the devil for welcoming me into hell. This was just hilarious, too funny to be real.
Was Mom messing with me right now? Why did she think I would be grateful to live with someone like him? Someone like Theo?
Hell no! There was no way in hell I was going to fucking live here with the monster. No way.
"This has to be a sick joke or a fucking dream!" I exclaimed angrily, and she snapped.
"You can choose to stay here or fucking sleep in the streets!"
She immediately stormed out of the house, leaving me alone with the monster.
"This is a dream, right?" I stuttered, and he scoffed.
"Snap out of it, Blake!"