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 from the window. Feeling utterly helpless, she murmured, "Daniel,

soon as he set foot on the ship sent a sharp pang through her, causing her to tremble and her breath to catch in her throat. Tears

tearfully, "Sweetie, let's face death together. There's nothing to fear. We won't take

speedboat slowly pulling away. Pressing her

Alex had rigged the cruise ship with traps and was lying in wait

first, leaving the others to deal with the consequences. It seemed Vivian would be left to shoulder the blame for Daniel's and Sienna's

Sienna sank back onto the edge of the bed. She lowered her head and

bang from the bathroom startled Sienna, her eyes snapping to the door as anxiety clawed at her. Moments later, the sound

exit. Just as she was about to knock on the door she hesitated. She reasoned that whatever danger awaited inside the bathroom couldn't be worse than the threats lurking outside