The Wrong Woman

Stocks, investments, real estate, salary, benefits, bonuses, and savings-all together amounted to hundreds of millions. Sienna couldn't bring herself to calculate the exact staggering amount. She couldn't imagine how she would ever measure up to Daniel. Feeling inadequate, she suggested, "You should consider a prenup."Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Was Sienna really planning to take revenge on him and then leave him?

Daniel had no intention of letting Sienna leave after convincing her to marry him. He was determined to never give her any reason to consider divorce.

With a wry smile, he gently patted her head and said affectionately, "If I sign a prenup, how will you spend all my money? How will you get your revenge?"

Sienna had assumed his wealth was substantial, perhaps in tens of millions. Now, it appeared nearly limitless.

His considerable income would keep flowing as long as his investments remained solid and his family's business stayed afloat.

Sienna shied away from his touch, her smile tinged with bitterness. Lately, she had been consistently avoiding Daniel.

His heart sank. He handed her the documents. "From now on, you'll manage these."

Sienna reacted as if the documents were scalding. She quickly pushed them back toward him.

"I don't know a thing about managing finances, and I have no idea how to manage such a vast fortune. Please, don't burden me with this."

With those words, Sienna stood up abruptly and walked away into her room.

The door clicked shut, and Sienna leaned against it, inhaling deeply to steady her nerves. She felt completely useless.

After a lifetime marked by poverty, she was now on the verge of marrying into wealth. And yet, here she stood, paralyzed by the fear of accepting the fortune readily offered to her.

Was she truly afraid? She began to question why she had agreed to marry Daniel in the first place.

Wasn't it because she believed he was fickle? That he had returned to her out of convenience after failing to find someone better? At his core, he was just a jerk.

Hadn't she agreed to marry Daniel primarily for his wealth?

Sienna patted her cheeks and whispered to herself, "Stay focused. Stay focused. Pursue his wealth, not his affection. Otherwise, you'll end up hurt. Stay focused, Sienna. Don't fall for his affection." After repeating these words to herself, Sienna opened her laptop and started to work.

Around noon, there was a knock on the door. Sienna assumed it was Daniel and went to answer it.

A kind-looking middle-aged woman stood at the door, smiling warmly and nodding politely.

"Good day, ma'am. My name is Camille Odell. I'm the new maid. The cook has prepared lunch. Please come and have your meal."

"Hello, Camille." Sienna nodded politely and stepped out, looking around. "Where's Daniel?"

"Mr. Morrison received a call and had to step out."

Sienna pressed her lips together and nodded, then went to sit at the dining table.

The cook, Gloria Moxley, emerged from the kitchen carrying the food. After introducing herself politel

followed Camille back into the kitchen for their meal.

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Sienna looked at the spread of four dishes and a soup, suddenly overwhelmed by the opulence. How could one person possibly eat all this?

Determined not to waste any food,

she ate everything and finished the soup down to the last drop. She ended up stuffing herself completely.

Holding her bloated stomach, Sienna went to the kitchen and softly said, "Gloria, I won't be having dinner tonight. Also, a simple dish is sufficient whenever it's just me eating. It doesn't need to be large, and please make it light."

"Yes, ma'am," Gloria replied.

"Thank you." Sienna smiled and turned to leave, unable to suppress a burp.

In the evening, Daniel returned home, hoping to share dinner with Sienna.

However, Gloria informed him, "Madam Sienna ate too much at lunch, so she doesn't want any dinner. She's resting now."

Daniel looked at the guest room door, puzzled.

Ate too much?