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Right in the center, her parents were seated with Theo.

“Shit,” she whispered under her breath.

16 His Plan

Her wide eyes met Theo’s, and his expression mirrored hers—troubled and tense.

“Mom? Dad?” She forced a smile and stepped forward. “What are you doing here?”

Just as she reached to sit, Pamela stood up abruptly, blocking her with a sharp glare.

“This is what you call a good marriage?” her mother snapped. “It’s New Year’s, Sienna! And you left your husband alone to go out in the middle of the night?”

“Mom, I had something important—”

“What could possibly be more important than your marriage?” Pamela cut her off, voice rising. “You’re Theo’s wife now! He’s a good man. He doesn’t question you, doesn’t doubt you. That doesn’t mean you can take advantage of his trust!”

“I know, Mom… I’m sorry.” Sienna lowered her eyes, her voice soft. “It’s my fault. I should have done better.”

“I’m fine, Mom,” Theo jumped in quickly, trying to de-escalate. “Sienna had something to take care of. It’s okay.”

“Theo, let me talk to my daughter,” Pamela cut him off, her tone sharp.

Then her gaze snapped back to Sienna. “If we hadn’t come here unannounced, we would’ve never known how carelessly you behave!”

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Sienna repeated, her expression full of guilt. “I promise, I’ll be more careful.”

She tried to calm Pamela down, repeating her apologies again and again.

Only after that did Pamela finally ease up, giving her a disappointed nod and letting her go.

Sienna sighed and waved goodbye, watching her mother leave the house. But Theo was still there. He glanced at Sienna, his expression serious.

“We have to make your mom believe we’re in a good relationship,” he mumbled, then suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs to the first floor.

Dragging her out onto the bedroom balcony, he positioned her right at the edge, right where her parents could clearly see them from the garden below.

Without hesitation, he pulled her close, pressing his thumb against her lips before leaning in. One hand slid to the back of her neck as he tilted his head, making it appear as though they were locked in a passionate kiss.

Then Theo pulled away slightly.

“Do you think they bought it?” Sienna whispered.

Theo stole a glance down. He dipped his head into the curve of her neck, pressing in closer like he was still kissing her.

“They’re still downstairs,” he murmured. “But I think they saw us. That’s good. We have to keep pretending.”

He moved to the other side of her neck, his lips brushing her skin again to keep up the act. To anyone watching, it looked like they were completely caught up in a heated moment.

What neither of them realized was that Sienna’s parents weren’t the only ones watching.

Adrian had followed Sienna. Standing in the house next door, he watched everything from a perfect angle. Every movement. Every touch. Every kiss. His eyes locked onto Theo’s hands on Sienna, his lips on her skin, and rage exploded through his chest.

He had followed Sienna home. But nothing could have prepared him for what he saw now—Theo with his hands all over her, kissing her, holding her like she belonged to him.

Adrian’s jaw clenched so hard it ached. His eyes blazed with fury.

The moment Theo kissed Sienna, Adrian’s fist flew out and slammed against the brick wall beside him. His knuckles split open, blood dripping down his hand as he burned with rage. But he didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look down at the injury. His focus stayed on Theo, and Sienna.