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.

at the sea from the window. Feeling utterly helpless, she murmured, "Daniel, please don't come. I

heart ached, throbbing painfully. The thought of Daniel being shot as soon as he set foot on the ship sent a sharp pang through her, causing

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

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

the cruise

with the consequences. It seemed Vivian

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

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

heart pounded 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 couldn't be worse than the threats lurking outside