Became His Mistress to Pay for My Brother's Sin
Sienna Clark’s life took a sharp turn when her brother, driving under the influence, hit the wife of the wealthy Elijah Morgan. The accident caused her to miscarry and left her infertile, resulting in her brother being sentenced to prison. Desperate to secure his release, Sienna agreed to Elijah’s conditions and moved into a house he arranged.
The first night was shrouded in darkness, with only faint moonlight illuminating his face. His striking features were sculpted like a god’s, distant and untouchable. He carried a cool, intoxicating scent, and his voice, low and velvety, asked her softly, "How old are you?"
Overwhelmed with pain, she couldn’t answer and bit his shoulder in frustration. He groaned, a sound both sharp and restrained, before his actions grew harsher. Elijah was a man of undeniable power, and after only a few encounters, she found herself pregnant. Ten months later, she gave birth to a robust, healthy boy.
Sienna, barely more than a girl herself, became a mother before she could even process the reality of her situation. The burden was heavy, and though she had only wanted to fulfill her part and leave, the child tethered her heart.
The baby was allergic to formula and could only tolerate breast milk, binding Sienna further. A month of feeding him, of holding him close, intertwined her blood and soul with his in a way she couldn’t escape.
On the eve of the confinement period’s end, Elijah appeared again. He was in his early thirties, tall and imposing, his tailored dark suit outlining his strong frame. Sharp eyes glinted beneath his glasses, piercing through her defenses. His voice, low and magnetic.
"Sienna," he said, "do you want to stay with your son?"
Hope flickered in her eyes, but she clenched her resolve and shook her head. "No. I won’t be a mistress."
"Not a mistress," Elijah replied, his words deliberate, "but a wet nurse."
"A wet nurse?" she echoed, her lips trembling as she repeated the term. A spark of longing ignited within her.
"Does that mean… I don’t have to leave him?"
The man nodded, his eyes flashing with steely determination.
But Sienna had been too naive to understand the full extent of his words. Being a "wet nurse," as he put it, entailed far more than simply feeding the child.
That night, Elijah approached her with his usual calm demeanor, his hand settling firmly on her shoulder. He pinched lightly, as if testing her resolve, before saying in an unyielding tone, “Take off your clothes.”
By morning, he was gone, leaving her alone to face the aftermath. As she washed up, her reflection in the mirror confronted her with bruises—faint purple marks tracing the path of his loss of control. Her cheeks burned in memory of the night before.
At first, she had resisted, her pride clinging to the idea that this was no different from being kept as his mistress. But Elijah was nothing if not skilled—both with his actions and his words. It wasn’t long before her defenses crumbled, and all she could do was clutch him tightly and cry.
Afterwards, he held her close, his voice low and coaxing, “Don’t think too much. Whether it’s once or countless times, it’s all the same. This way, you can stay with the baby and help your brother get out sooner.”
His reasoning hit its mark. Sienna couldn’t deny the truth of his words. Her parents’ untimely deaths had left her brother as her only family. He had raised her, paid for her education, and treated her like a cherished princess. If this was what it took to repay him, how could she refuse?
Yet, as she watched Elijah’s satisfied expression that night, a bitter thought crept in—she had been outmaneuvered from the start.
From then on, Elijah moved into the villa. Apart from his necessary social engagements, he returned each evening to spend time with her and the baby. It became a routine she both cherished and feared.
When she saw him cradling their child in one arm, while reading through documents with the other, an unbidden illusion would arise—that they were a family of three, bound not just by circumstance but by love.
Yet she knew this life was borrowed, stolen even, and that one day, the price for it would have to be paid.
That day came sooner than expected, when an uninvited guest arrived at the small villa.
Sienna froze as she opened the door to face Courtney, Elijah’s wife.
This wasn’t their first meeting. The last time she had seen her, Courtney was sprawled in a pool of blood, her pallor ghostly white. Now, though, she was radiant—her skin glowing from meticulous care, her figure as graceful and striking as that of a supermodel.
Standing before Courtney, Sienna felt small and insignificant, like a clownfish swimming beside a shark.
Chapter 2
Elijah’s mother arrived unannounced, accompanied by Courtney. Without warning, she shoved Sienna aside and demanded arrogantly, “Hand over my grandson.”
Sienna steadied herself, swallowing her anger. She spoke as respectfully as she could manage. “Madam Nancy, the child is still very young and needs breast milk. Elijah agreed that I could care for him a little longer.”
Her words barely left her lips when Nancy, Elijah’s mother, slapped her hard. The force of the blow sent her reeling, leaving a burning imprint on her cheek.
“You shameless woman!” Nancy spat, her voice dripping with venom. “You’re nothing but a tool for giving birth. Even if Elijah has any interest in you, it’s just a fleeting novelty. Don’t think for a second you’re anything more than that.”
Courtney stepped forward, her voice soft as if trying to calm the situation. “Mom, don’t be so angry. She’s still young. Let’s explain it to her calmly.”
Nancy sneered, her anger unrelenting. “Young? She’s already an expert at seducing men at this age. Courtney, you’ve always had too kind a heart. I’ve told you before, the one thing I can’t stand is a mistress.”
Courtney’s face turned pale, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Mom, I’m just… afraid of Elijah.”
“Afraid? What’s there to fear? If the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you.” Nancy turned back to Sienna. “Now, give me the child. We’re leaving.”
Sienna’s heart pounded in panic. She knew if they took the baby, it would be near impossible to get him back. Desperately, she reached for the child, engaging in a tug-of-war with Courtney.
In a calculated move, Courtney let go of the child. The baby, barely a month old, fell to the floor with a heart-stopping thud. He let out a single cry, piercing the room like a knife, before falling silent.
Horrified, Sienna froze for a moment, then rushed forward, desperate to check on the child.
Nancy erupted in fury. “You vile woman! How dare you throw my grandson? I’ll kill you!”
As she lunged toward Sienna, chaos ensued. Sienna, frantic to get to the baby, pushed Nancy aside. The older woman stumbled, her forehead striking the sharp corner of the table.
A bloodcurdling scream filled the room as Nancy crumpled to the floor, clutching her head. Hot blood trickled down her face, spilling into her eyes.
Courtney’s voice trembled with panic. “Mom! You’re bleeding! Don’t move—I’ll take you to the hospital. Please, hold on!”
Courtney showed no concern for the child. Instead, she focused on helping Nancy, guiding her out of the villa without a backward glance.
Sienna’s hands trembled as she picked up the baby. His tiny face was pale, his lips tinged with blue. He cried weakly, his little voice barely audible. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gently cradled him, pressing her face close to his, softly murmuring, “It’s okay, baby, Mommy’s here.”
Still, the fear gnawed at her. She couldn’t risk anything—she needed to get him to a hospital. Barefoot and frantic, she hailed a taxi, holding the baby tightly against her chest.
At the hospital, the doctor reassured her that the baby was fine, but the ordeal had left him shaken. Relieved yet exhausted, Sienna sat in the hallway to catch her breath. She realized then that in her rush, she had sprained her ankle. Wincing, she limped to the pharmacy to get some medicine, only to freeze in her tracks when she saw Courtney.
Sienna’s first instinct was to approach her, to apologize to Nancy despite everything, but she hesitated. If she made things worse, it might affect her child’s safety. Gritting her teeth, she decided against it and returned home silently.
That night, the baby was restless. His small body was wracked with a fever, and he vomited milk several times. Sienna stayed by his side, rocking him gently, wiping his forehead with a damp cloth, and whispering soothing words. She didn’t sleep, not even a moment, until dawn began to break.
When she finally closed her eyes, exhaustion pulling her under, the sound of heavy footsteps jolted her awake.
Opening her eyes, she saw Elijah standing at the door, his expression dark and foreboding.
Before she could utter a word, he grabbed her wrist, his grip like iron. “Come with me.”
He dragged her into the next room, his movements sharp and unforgiving. Once inside, he slammed the door shut. His tall frame loomed over her as he pinned her down.
“Sienna,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’ve gotten bold.”
Sienna shrank beneath him, her heart pounding. “Elijah, you’ve misunderstood. Let me explain—”
He cut her off, grabbing her hands and pressing them against the pillow, trapping her completely. “I hate excuses,” he said coldly.
“I didn’t hurt her intentionally,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “I would never—”
“You didn’t?” His sneer was like a dagger to her chest. “Then what about my mother? Do you think I’ll believe a word you say?”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean to—”
But her voice faltered as she met his gaze, filled with mockery and disdain. He didn’t believe her. He never would. To him, she was nothing more than a tool—a vessel for his child, a convenient scapegoat.
Her throat tightened as his hand brushed her neck, his grip lingering with an unspoken threat.
In that moment, Sienna thought bitterly: If he strangles me now, it’ll all be over. No more pain, no more humiliation.
Chapter 3
Without warning, Elijah tore off her thin pajamas, his actions cold and devoid of care. She didn’t dare make a sound. Her teeth bit down hard on her lower lip, drawing blood, while her trembling fingers gripped the bed sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Each passing moment felt like an eternity. Just when she thought she might lose consciousness from the agony, he leaned down and crushed her lips with his own, his kiss as cold and suffocating as his presence. It wasn’t an act of comfort; it was domination, a brutal reminder of her powerlessness.
For a fleeting second, Sienna truly believed he intended to destroy her completely—body and soul.
When Elijah returned, freshly dressed and composed, he tossed her clothes at her without care, his tone sharp and impatient. “You have ten minutes. Get up and go to the hospital with me to apologize.”
...
In the hospital ward, Elijah pushed Sienna forward and said firmly, “Apologize to my mother.”
Nancy frowned in disdain, her tone cutting. “Tell her to get out and stop causing trouble for me.”
“Mom,” Elijah said smoothly, a calculated calmness in his voice. “The doctor mentioned the baby is weak and needs breastfeeding. I left the child in her care, and it’s my fault for not clarifying things sooner. This misunderstanding is on me.”
He subtly nudged Sienna, signaling her to speak. Panicked, she quickly stammered, “Madam, I’m sorry. I truly didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
Nancy let out a huff, but seeing her son take responsibility, she relented. She shot Sienna a scornful look before turning her attention back to him. “You’re supporting her now?”
Elijah met her gaze without flinching, lying with perfect ease. “Support her? Of course not. Who started such baseless rumors?”
His mother’s sharp eyes shifted to Courtney, who froze under the weight of her gaze. Courtney’s face paled, and she quickly lowered her head, her hands trembling slightly.
Satisfied, Elijah turned back to his mother, his authoritative tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ll keep an eye on her and the child myself. Surely, you have no objections to that, right?”
Nancy thought for a moment before speaking, her tone softer but still firm. “Then let her live in the Morgan Family home. It’ll prevent further gossip and rumors.”
Sienna’s heart sank, her watery eyes darting to Elijah. Desperation filled her gaze, silently pleading for him to refuse. She knew living under the same roof as Nancy and Courtney would be a nightmare.
But Elijah remained unmoved. Ignoring her silent protest, he nodded decisively. “Fine. She’ll move in with the child tomorrow.”
Outside the ward, Sienna finally found her voice. “Do I really have to go? Can’t I stay where I am?”
Elijah’s response was ice-cold. “No. You don’t have a choice.”
Her lips quivered as she bit back tears, her voice barely above a whisper. “But—”
“Do you want to lose the child?” he interrupted sharply, his words a blade to her heart.
Sienna clenched her fists, her voice trembling as she asked, “And my brother...?”
When Sienna mentioned her brother, Elijah’s lips curled into a chilling smile, one that sent shivers down her spine. It wasn’t a smile of amusement but one cold and bloodthirsty, sharp enough to cut through her resolve.
“I forgot to tell you,” he drawled, his tone laced with cruel indifference. “I’ve heard your brother isn’t doing too well in there. In fact, he might not survive.”
Sienna’s legs buckled as a wave of panic washed over her. Desperation overtook her, and she clung to his shirt as though it was her lifeline. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling, “don’t do anything to him. He didn’t mean for the car accident to happen. Please, I’m begging you.”
Elijah’s expression darkened, and in a swift motion, he pinned her against the wall. His sharp, piercing eyes bore into hers, leaving no room for hope. “Sienna,” he said slowly, his voice like a blade against her skin, “if you want your brother to stay alive, you will do exactly as I say.”
Her heart sank, and an icy dread spread through her veins. She felt trapped, regretting every choice that had led her to this moment. She didn’t want to continue this nightmare, to be reduced to nothing more than a wet nurse and a pawn. But she had no escape. Her brother’s life depended on her submission.
Without another word, Sienna left, her steps heavy with resignation, and began packing her belongings.
The next morning, Elijah’s assistant arrived in a sleek black car to escort her and the child. The vehicle glided through the city streets before arriving at Orchid Grove, the Morgan Family estate.
As the massive black iron gates creaked shut behind her, Sienna felt a suffocating weight settle over her chest. The estate was grand, sprawling, but to her, it felt like a gilded cage—her freedom now locked away with an uncertain fate.
The housekeeper, a middle-aged woman with a rigid posture and an icy demeanor, met her at the door. Without sparing a glance at Sienna, she led her into the nursery.
“This is the young sir’s room,” the housekeeper said curtly. “Take good care of him. Do your job and don’t cause any trouble.”
Sienna lowered her head, biting back a retort. She placed her luggage in a corner and carefully lifted the baby into her arms. His small, fragile frame stirred her heart, but it also reminded her of her predicament—her tether to the Morgan Family’s cruelty.
The Morgan mansion was eerily silent, its vast halls echoing with emptiness. With Nancy still in the hospital, the oppressive stillness felt even more pronounced. Every shadow seemed to loom, every corner a reminder of the cage she was now confined to.
Chapter 4
Sienna stood by the window, cradling the child in her arms. The view outside was suffocating—towering trees obscured the sky, their dense canopy casting shadows that seemed to echo the weight of her own confinement. The estate felt vast and isolating, the heavy atmosphere of a deep courtyard trapping her like a forgotten bird in a gilded cage.
As evening fell, the stillness was disrupted. Cars began arriving, their headlights cutting through the encroaching darkness. The sound of doors slamming and muffled voices carried through the house. The housekeeper soon came to take the child, leaving Sienna standing alone in the dimly lit room.
Half an hour later, the child was returned, cradled in Elijah’s arms. His imposing figure filled the doorway, his expression unreadable.
Sienna quickly reached out to take the child, her heart racing. But instead of handing the baby over, Elijah held both of them, pulling her into his embrace.
Her body tensed in resistance, but she dared not struggle for fear of hurting the baby. “Mr. Morgan, please don’t,” she murmured, her voice trembling, her words a plea rather than a command.
He smirked, his gaze sharp and teasing. “Don’t what? Don’t want the child?” His voice dripped with mockery as his cool lips brushed her cheek.
Sienna turned her face away, her lower lip trembling as she bit down to suppress the tears welling in her eyes. What did he think of her? What did he see when he looked at her—a toy to amuse himself with?
After he had teased her enough, he finally handed the baby over. “It’s late. Put him back in the crib,” he instructed, his tone casual, as if the intimacy of moments ago had meant nothing.
Relief washed over her like a fragile reprieve. She carefully placed the child in the crib, her hands trembling slightly. But just as she straightened, Elijah’s presence was upon her again, his tall frame pressing against her back as she leaned over.
His breath tickled her ear, his voice low and intimate. “Be good, and I’ll arrange for you to see your brother tomorrow.”
Her hands gripped the crib’s railing tightly, her knuckles white. “You’ll be seen,” she whispered, fear lacing her words.
“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured, his lips grazing her ear. “Be good.”
Shame, despair, and helplessness coursed through her as she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out. The man who towered over her, relentless in his control, showed no sign of mercy despite having claimed her body just the night before.
Suddenly, the sound of a voice broke the oppressive silence from outside the room.
“Elijah, are you here?”
It was Courtney.
Sienna recoiled in alarm, her wide eyes darting toward the door. “Stop!” she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your wife is here!”
But Elijah didn’t even flinch. “Don’t worry about her,” he said with chilling indifference, his actions unrelenting. “She’s nothing.”
His disregard for the situation only seemed to fuel his intensity. Sienna’s heart pounded in terror. She didn’t even register the venom in his words; she just wanted it all to end.
The footsteps grew louder, each one echoing closer and closer. They were almost at the door.
Sienna’s face drained of color, her entire body trembling with fear. If she was caught in such a compromising situation with Elijah in his wife's house, she could already imagine the fallout—a scandal that would ruin her completely.
"Elijah, stop now," she whispered desperately, her voice barely audible.
Finally, he relented, finishing quickly. Without missing a beat, he moved away, his expression calm as he straightened himself and adjusted his clothes.
With an air of indifference, he walked to the door and opened it, the tension in the room palpable. Courtney stood there, poised to enter, her hand half-raised. Elijah pushed past her without hesitation, brushing her aside as if she were invisible.
From where she stood, Courtney couldn’t see Sienna hidden behind the screen, but the heavy, musky scent in the air told her everything she needed to know. Her sharp eyes darted toward the room as she caught the sound of uneven breathing from within. The scene unfolding in her mind twisted her face with hatred, and her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
Just as she was about to storm into the room, Elijah glanced back over his shoulder. “Weren’t you looking for me?” he asked coldly, his voice a pointed challenge.
Courtney froze, then quickly schooled her expression, forcing a smile. “Yes, Elijah, I needed to talk to you.” Her voice was sickeningly sweet now, her demeanor shifting to gentleness as she followed after him.
Their voices and footsteps receded into the distance. Left alone, Sienna slid to the floor, her strength drained. Tears blurred her vision as she hugged her knees, the weight of shame and fear crushing her.
--
The next day, Sienna requested leave and went to visit her brother in prison.
A black business car was waiting outside the Morgan Family estate, its tinted windows gleaming under the sun. Elijah’s assistant, Liam, was behind the wheel, his expression unreadable as he opened the door for her.
At the prison, when Sienna finally saw her brother, she covered her mouth to stifle a sob. Gavin sat across from her in a gray prison uniform, his face marred with fresh bruises. It was clear he had been in a fight.
"Gavin, why did you get into a fight again?" Sienna asked, her voice tight with anxiety.
Gavin lifted his head, his sharp eyes dark with anger. “Sienna,” he growled, “tell me the truth. Are you with Elijah?”
Her heart skipped a beat. Panic surged through her veins. “I’m not,” she lied, her voice unsteady.
“Don’t lie to me!” Gavin roared, slamming his fists against the table. The loud bang drew the attention of a nearby guard.
“479, maintain discipline,” the guard barked, his tone stern.
Chapter 5
Gavin leaned closer, lowering his voice to a harsh whisper. "Do you think I don’t know? You were with him, bore his child—how could you stoop so low?"
Sienna was already sobbing, her voice trembling as she tried to explain. "Gavin, it’s not like that. Please, listen to me."
Gavin exhaled deeply, his anger giving way to frustration. His tone softened, though his eyes remained filled with worry. "Sienna, listen to me. You need to leave him. Go as far away as you can. He’s not someone you can handle—he’s dangerous, a demon..."
"Visiting time is over!" the prison guard called out sharply.
Gavin's words cut off abruptly. He stood, his posture stiff as he gazed at his sister with deep concern. “Promise me, Sienna. Be obedient—leave him.”
--
When Sienna exited the prison, she saw the black commercial vehicle waiting for her, but this time, the driver’s seat was occupied by Elijah himself.
He leaned casually against the door, his face shadowed by a slight scowl. The ground beside him was littered with cigarette butts, a sign that he’d been waiting for some time.
Noticing her red, swollen eyes, he raised a hand to brush away her tears. “Little girl,” he murmured, his voice deceptively gentle.
Sienna flinched, pulling her face away sharply—and in her haste, her head struck him lightly on the cheek.
The sound wasn’t loud, but it was enough to make Elijah pause. His expression darkened as anger flickered in his eyes.
Sienna froze, her heart pounding. She fully expected him to retaliate, perhaps even strike her. But instead, Elijah grabbed her arm and unceremoniously pulled her into the car.
"Let me go!" she cried, struggling against his iron grip. Her resistance was futile; she was no match for his strength.
“Fasten your seatbelt,” he commanded coldly, his voice laced with menace. “Unless you want to die right here.”
Sienna’s chest heaved as she tried to compose herself. Gathering what courage she had, she turned to him, her voice trembling with accusation. “Did you tell my brother about me?” Tears streamed down her face, her emotions a chaotic blend of fear and anger.
Elijah’s jaw tightened, and a sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes. “It’s better this way,” he said flatly. “He was going to find out eventually. Did you really think you could keep it a secret forever?”
His sarcastic words only fueled the fire of her anger. Without a second thought, Sienna yanked open the car door, ready to escape.
The chill in Elijah’s eyes deepened. He extended his hand to stop the door, his voice icy. “Sienna, are you sure you want to challenge me?”
Her eyes, red and swollen, remained silent, but the frustration she had carried for days surged to the surface. “Just leave me alone,” she muttered, barely able to contain her emotions.
Elijah’s face flickered with something unreadable, but his smile grew even more mocking, his voice low. “Then go. Get out.”
Without hesitation, Sienna jumped from the car, her movements sharp, as if to prove a point.
Before she could regain her footing, the car sped off, its engine roaring as it disappeared into the distance, nearly sending her stumbling.
Bitterness tightened in her chest as she walked quickly, her mind clouded with frustration. But as she glanced at the winding road ahead, a sinking realization hit her—how foolish she had been.
The sky above darkened ominously, thunder crashing, and heavy rain began to fall in torrents.
Sienna stood alone beneath the oppressive sky, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. She felt like the last person in a world crowded with people, abandoned in the downpour, lost, unable to find her way.
Suddenly, the sleek black car reappeared, stopping in front of her. The door opened, and the tall figure of Elijah stepped out, holding an umbrella. “Get in,” he commanded, his voice surprisingly gentle.
Sienna lifted her wet face, her lips trembling as she silently climbed into the car.
Elijah tossed her a clean towel, his gaze intense and focused on her.
The white shirt clung to her body, damp against her skin, tracing every curve with the rise and fall of her breath. Gone was the innocent girl he once knew—now, she held the allure of a woman, her beauty wrapped in a quiet, intoxicating charm.
The sweet, milky fragrance that lingered around her only added to the heat spreading through him.
His hand reached for her, and Sienna’s heart skipped. When her gaze met his, the intensity in his eyes was unmistakable—desire burned in them, raw and unmistakable.
Her hand trembled, and the towel slipped from her fingers, falling to the floor.
Outside, the storm raged on, but inside the car, a different rhythm took over—one that pulsed with unspoken tension.
…
That night, neither of them returned to Morgan's house.
Instead, Elijah booked a hotel in the mountains, and there, he pushed her limits, his torment stretching through the hours, filling the silence of the night.
Chapter 6
Even though she gazed at him, a man who exuded such restraint, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he always seemed unsatisfied, as if something was missing in him.
Sienna had suffered intensely, and the cold rain had taken its toll. The next day, she fell ill.
She lay in bed, her body heavy with exhaustion, but her thoughts kept drifting back to her child. She urged the man to leave and return home, but Elijah’s expression remained serious.
“I’m not going back today,” he said flatly.
She assumed he hadn’t had enough of her company, so with a frustrated grimace, she insisted, “I have to go back. I need to see the baby.”
His gaze darkened, and his voice dropped seriously. “Something’s happened to your brother.”
The words didn’t quite register at first. "What do you mean? What happened to Gavin?"
He was gone.
Gavin had been involved in a fight with criminals in prison and had been stabbed in the neck with a sharpened toothbrush. He bled out before he could be saved.
Sienna had no other family, and so Elijah accompanied her to the morgue to identify the body.
The body had already been prepared, the blood drained from his lifeless form. Gavin’s features, so familiar and handsome, remained unchanged, but the unnatural pallor of his skin made him look almost unreal. If it weren’t for the cold, ashen color of his complexion, she might have sworn he’d open his eyes and call out her name.
"Gavin!" she cried, her voice breaking as she rushed forward to hold his body.
Her last family member, her final piece of hope, was gone.
She continued to shake him, her mind refusing to accept the reality of it. They had just spoken yesterday. How could he be gone? He had to be playing some cruel trick on her, like he always did. Her brother, the master of mischief, wouldn’t just vanish.
Watching her sob uncontrollably, Elijah stood frozen. He squeezed his fists by his side, torn between sympathy and helplessness. Finally, he called Liam, instructing her to come in and pull Sienna away.
“Miss Clark,” Liam’s voice was soft but firm. “There is no resurrection after death. Please forgive me.”
Sienna lifted her tear-soaked face and met Elijah’s eyes, her gaze filled with raw, desperate pain. “You promised you’d take care of him. You promised you’d make him better…”
Elijah pulled her into his arms, his voice heavy with regret. "I'm sorry."
Sienna pushed against him, her fists pounding on his chest in a frantic attempt to break free. "You killed my brother! You’re the one who caused this! It was a traffic accident, but you insisted on sending him to prison! You killed him!"
Elijah's expression grew colder, his arms tightening around her in an effort to prevent her from hurting herself—or him.
Sienna’s cries began to subside, her body shaking with exhaustion. She looked up at him, her eyes hollow, broken. "Elijah," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I can’t do this anymore."
He stared at her, confusion flickering across his face. "What do you mean?"
"I won’t be a nanny anymore. I’m leaving the Morgan Family... I’m leaving you."
Chapter 7
The shift in his expression was immediate, his features darkening as the weight of her words settled in. "You don’t want the baby anymore?"
Sienna shook her head vehemently. "No... He's not my baby. He’s yours."
He stepped back, his jaw clenched as he grit out, "Don’t even think about it. Your brother’s death was his fault, don’t pin it on me. Just stay by my side until I’ve had enough of you!"
The words cut deeper than any punch, and Sienna was left standing in a haze of confusion and pain. She was physically and mentally drained—her body ravaged by illness and grief.
Sleep evaded her completely, her nights plagued with nightmares. Her hair fell out in clumps, and she wandered through her days in a daze. Sometimes, she forgot to feed the baby, or, worse, she’d absentmindedly shove a biscuit into his mouth when he cried for milk.
One evening, the confinement nurse caught her off guard, witnessing the horrifying scene. Elijah noticed the changes too—the sleepless nights, the emptiness in her eyes when he held her, and the distance that had grown between them.
Concerned, he took her to a doctor, who diagnosed her with postpartum depression. The doctor’s words were like a cold slap, confirming what Elijah feared. Sienna was no longer fit to care for the baby.
Yet Nancy was unrelenting. She wanted to kick Sienna out of the house. But Elijah, despite his frustrations, refused to let that happen.
"Even if you can't breastfeed, you still need to take care of him," he insisted. "You're responsible for his daily needs."
A new wet nurse was brought in, one who could provide an abundance of milk, but the child rejected her. Even though he was hungry, he refused to eat, crying weakly and intermittently, as if he could sense the absence of the woman he truly needed.
Sienna could hear him crying every day. His pitiful sobs tore at her heart, and the guilt of being unable to comfort him only deepened her despair.
She had been taking milk-enhancing medicine, but for the sake of the child, she had stopped, choosing instead to drink soup. The grief of losing her brother began to fade, its weight lessened by the small moments of joy she could still find in caring for the baby.
Finally, the milk returned. Though the pain was unbearable, she endured it long enough to express the remaining milk, then cradled the baby in her arms once more. His cries gradually subsided, and as he fed, Sienna's heart melted. The baby swallowed greedily, his tiny body making soft whimpering sounds, reminiscent of a kitten.
Once she had finished breastfeeding, she returned to her room, only to be confronted by a sudden flurry of activity. Nancy stood at the center, her voice commanding as she ordered the bodyguards, "Tie up the murderer of my grandson."
Confusion clouded Sienna’s mind, but the mention of death sharpened her senses. In a panic, she shouted, "What's happening? What's wrong with the baby?"
Before she could react, a sharp kick landed in her lower abdomen. Nancy's venomous words followed. "You wretched woman, what did you give the baby to drink?"
Ignoring the pain that flared in her abdomen, Sienna fought to explain. "It's nothing. Just my breast milk. The baby won’t drink formula, so I... I squeezed it into the bottle for him..."
Before she could finish, the housekeeper rushed in, holding the baby in his arms. His face was pale, his body limp. "Madam, the young sir... he's not breathing."
Sienna’s heart stopped as she watched the child’s lifeless form, blood and foam dripping from his mouth—the same mouth that had been drinking her milk moments ago. With a heart-rending cry, she broke free from the grip of the two men holding her and lunged for her child.
Her hands trembled as she scooped the baby up, his small body stiffening in her arms. "No!" she wailed, her voice breaking. She ran for the door, her every step heavy with fear.
Nancy’s voice rang out, cold and commanding. "Stop her! Get my grandson back!"
In an instant, several men and women surged forward, pinning Sienna to the floor. The baby was ripped from her arms and returned to Nancy's, who held him tightly, her expression unreadable.
Sienna, desperate and frantic, pleaded, "Please... please... take him to the hospital! Hurry!"
Her words seemed to pierce through the cold atmosphere. Nancy’s eyes widened in realization, and she quickly barked orders. "Call the driver. Get the car ready to go to the hospital. And someone, get Elijah!"
The coldness returned as she turned to the bodyguards. "What about this woman?"
"Throw her out. Don't let her see the child again."
Without a second thought, Sienna was shoved out of the house, her phone and money taken from her. She stood outside, disoriented, but too afraid to leave. She wandered aimlessly around the grounds of Morgan's mansion, unsure of what to do next.
She had hoped to wait for Elijah to return, to explain everything to him and perhaps find some semblance of resolution. But instead of Elijah, she found herself face-to-face with Wesley Wood, her university professor and her late brother’s close friend.
The car stopped in front of her, and Wesley’s voice broke through her dazed thoughts. “Sienna, is that really you?”
Seeing a familiar face, Sienna felt a lump form in her throat, and her nose tingled with the sharp sting of unshed tears. “Mr. Wood…”
“It’s so late. Why are you out here by yourself? Get in the car,” he said, concern evident in his voice.
Wesley had returned from abroad after hearing about his friend’s death. As soon as he’d come back, he’d searched everywhere for Sienna. Seeing her now, he didn’t ask questions. Instead, he simply drove her back to his place without a word.
The next morning, Sienna, desperate and lost, asked Wesley to lend her some money. She needed to get to the hospital, where her heart was bound, despite the uncertainty. She took a taxi there, trying to steady her breath.
At the hospital, she arrived to find two bodyguards in suits standing at the door of the ward, blocking her way. She couldn’t get in.
Just as she was about to give up, Courtney appeared. With a sly grin, she deliberately shoved one of the bodyguards aside, creating an opening for Sienna. Seizing the chance, Sienna rushed toward the door, hoping this might be the moment she could hold her baby again.
But what she saw made her blood run cold.
Courtney was standing over the crib, her hands around the baby’s neck. Sienna’s heart raced. She didn’t think, only reacted. She lunged at Courtney, pushing her away with all her strength and scooping the baby into her arms.
“What are you doing?” Sienna screamed, her voice cracking with terror and fury.
Courtney blinked, momentarily stunned, before an eerie, malicious smile spread across her face. “Sienna, even if you save him once, it won’t matter. I’m Mrs. Morgan now. There’s no room for this little boy. I’ll make sure he doesn’t survive for long.”
Sienna’s stomach twisted as the realization hit her. “It was you… You poisoned the baby, didn’t you?”
Courtney’s smile grew wider, more sinister. “Yes. The little boy is lucky to be alive, but it’s just a matter of time. There will be plenty of chances, and I’ll make sure he dies. For good.”
Chapter 8
"You... I need to tell Elijah," Sienna muttered, her voice shaking with urgency.
Courtney scoffed, her tone dismissive. "Go ahead. See if he believes you, a lunatic, or if he believes me. By the way, I heard he plans to send you to a mental hospital."
"You’re lying!" Sienna’s voice cracked with desperation. "He’ll believe me. I’m going to find him now."
Courtney’s laughter rang out, crazy and unsettling, sending a chill down Sienna’s spine. The sound lingered in her ears as she ran, clutching the baby tightly to her chest. She had to get the child away from Courtney, away from everything.
But Courtney didn’t chase her. Instead, Sienna heard her shout, her voice filled with malice. "Someone’s coming! The child is lost! Sienna took him!"
Elijah received the news as soon as he arrived at the hospital, his eyes burning with fury. His fists clenched. This woman—this liar—had stayed the night with another man and now she was stealing his child. What exactly was she trying to do?
Courtney rushed into his arms, clinging to him with feigned distress. "Elijah, it’s all my fault. I didn’t stop her."
Elijah barely glanced at her as he turned to find someone to help. His thoughts were consumed by Sienna, his mind clouded with confusion and rage.
It wasn’t long before they spotted her. She was standing at the bus stop, looking lost in thought.
"Sienna!" Elijah’s voice cut through the tension.
Her face lit up when she saw him. But just as she took a step forward, she froze, her eyes narrowing at Courtney who stood behind him. Sienna’s heart sank, and her steps faltered.
"Sienna, give me the child," Elijah said, his voice stern as he held out his hand.
Sienna shook her head and took a step back, her feet nearly stepping into the road. "No, Elijah. I can't give him to you. The woman you’re with—she’ll kill him."
Courtney’s expression twisted, and she feigned innocence. "Sienna, stop making things up. I can't even have a child of my own. Do you really think I’d harm him?"
Elijah’s gaze hardened. Ignoring their arguments, he took another step closer. "Sienna, give me the child. You’re unwell. You need to focus on getting better. Once you’re stable, you can see him again."
Unwell? Was he really going to send her to a mental hospital?
Distracted by his words, Sienna barely had time to react before he lunged forward and snatched the baby from her arms.
"Give him back!" Sienna cried out, her voice filled with panic. She reached for him, but he pushed her away with a harsh shove.
The impact sent Sienna stumbling backward. Her body collided with the speeding car that came out of nowhere.
Bang!
She soared through the air like a butterfly with its wings clipped, her body twisting helplessly before crashing to the ground with a sickening thud.
A violent tremor wracked her body, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the ground beneath her. The pain was unbearable, a searing agony that consumed her from within. Her vision blurred, everything around her turning into dark, indistinct shapes. She couldn’t see the figure rushing toward her.
Am I dying?
