The Wrong Woman

Mila asked, "Aren't you curious about how Daniel's been lately?"

"Wanda, I need to go. My mom's calling me. Let's talk later when I have time," Sienna said before ending the call.

Mila frowned, her eyes welling up with tears. She slumped into Nathan's embrace, blurting out, "I'm devastated. Sienna's getting married. What about Daniel?"

"But didn't you say he's assertive? What's there to worry about? If he truly cares for Sienna, he could turn the situation in an hour, let alone a month," Nathan reassured her.

"Really?" Mila asked, blinking her eyes.

Nathan gently stroked her hair and kissed her. "You've looked up to him since we were kids, and there's a good reason for that. Have faith in him, and let's see how things unfold." "Okay."

In the lobby of a nice hotel in Eastville, Sienna forced a smile as she came back to the table. "Sorry about that. I had to take a call."

Sienna's mother, Shelly Cruz, kicked her sharply with her foot. Sienna winced and turned to Shelly.

apologize for the interruption. Sienna's usually quite sensible. That call she just took

Linton, showed up

get for the wedding. Mrs. Lawson, you mentioned wanting a gift worth 500 thousand,

with a grin, then hesitantly added, "Just so you're aware, Sienna hasn't been in a relationship before. She's hardworking, great at homemaking, and cooks amazing meals.

doable. If Sienna delivers a son for the Lintons, we'll sweeten the deal with another 500 thousand. And if she blesses us with two boys, that's a total of gifts worth

excitement evident in her sparkling eyes. "Absolutely! Sienna's incredibly fertile and in excellent health Even fortune

felt suffocated. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being treated like a mere baby-making machine, discussed solely in terms of productivity, and

her, remained silent and

Sienna's phone lit up with a flurry of notifications, buzzing incessantly. The sudden noise

Sienna uttered, "Oops, excuse

of photos flooded her screen, all sent from an unfamiliar sender, numbering more than