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.

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

the ship sent a sharp pang through her, causing her to tremble and her breath to

her head and touched her lower abdomen, speaking tearfully, "Sweetie, let's face death together. There's nothing to fear. We won't take

at Sienna. She turned to the window and saw a speedboat slowly pulling away. Pressing her face against the glass, she watched intently, hoping

still discern Alex's silhouette. Alex had rigged the cruise ship with traps and was lying in wait

deal with the consequences. It seemed Vivian would be left to shoulder the blame for Daniel's and

bed. She lowered her head and stared at the ring on her finger. A wave of

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

as she was about to knock on the door she hesitated. She reasoned that whatever danger awaited inside the bathroom couldn't be