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.

As 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, please don't come. I beg you. Don't try to save me."

Sienna's 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 to tremble and her breath to catch in her throat. Tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably.

She lowered her head and touched her lower abdomen, speaking tearfully, "Sweetie, let's face death together. There's nothing to fear. We won't take your dad with us this time, okay? He needs to stay alive and continue to thrive."

Time dragged on, and hunger began to gnaw at Sienna. She turned to the window and saw a speedboat slowly pulling away. Pressing her face against the glass, she watched intently, hoping it wasn't the speedboat bringing Daniel aboard the ship.

The boat accelerated, yet Sienna could still discern Alex's silhouette. Alex had rigged the cruise ship with traps and was lying in wait for Daniel to board.

Yet, Alex had escaped 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 deaths.

With a heavy sigh, Sienna sank back onto the edge of the bed. She lowered her head and stared at the ring on her finger. A wave of sadness overwhelmed her.

Suddenly, 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 faucet reached her ears.

Sienna's 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

awaited inside the bathroom

reasoned that whatever danger. né

couldn't be worse than the threats lurking outside the room.

With a deep breath, she gathered her courage and edged closer to the bathroom. Trying to dispel her fear, she reassured herself that it was probably just a broken pipe or something. After all, it was daytime, and ghosts weren't real.

Her breathing became shallow, her palms slick with sweat, and her legs nearly buckled as she slowly turned the handle. After pushing the door open, she didn't dare to enter but instead peered cautiously into the bathroom.

The bathroom was empty, yet the faucet was on and water spilled endlessly into the sink. Sienna wondered who could have turned it on. The atmosphere felt eerie.

Taking a deep breath to steel herNôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

nerves, she stepped into the bathroom to shut off the faucet. Suddenly, as she looked into the mirror, she noticed a section of the ceiling was missing. Her face went pale. She spun around and stumbled back against the sink, her eyes drawn upward to the hole in the ceiling.

Then, a rustling sound from behind the shower curtain made her heart leap. Before she could scream, a dark figure burst forth and clamped a hand over her mouth. Her cries

were muffled, her face turned

deathly pale, and her eyes

dened

With terror as she met the intruder's

gaze.