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.

the minutes passed, her anxiety escalated. She felt a wave of despair as she gazed out at the sea

shot as soon as he set foot on the ship sent a sharp pang through her,

lower abdomen, speaking tearfully, "Sweetie, let's face death together. There's nothing to fear. We won't take your dad with us this time, okay? He needs to stay alive and

turned to the window and saw a speedboat slowly pulling away. Pressing her face against the

accelerated, yet Sienna could still discern Alex's silhouette. Alex had rigged the cruise ship

deal with the consequences. It seemed Vivian would be

a heavy sigh, Sienna sank back onto the edge of the bed. She lowered her head and stared at the ring on her finger. A wave of

snapping to the door as anxiety clawed at her. Moments later, the sound of water

as she rose and walked toward the room's exit. Just as she was about to knock on the door she hesitated. She reasoned that whatever danger awaited inside the bathroom