Wicked Vows: The CEO'S Secret Heir

Siena’s POV

The first thing I noticed was the headache—vicious and unforgiving, like my skull was a drum someone kept pounding from the inside. The second was the scent: crisp linen, subtle cologne, and champagne… lots of it.

The third?

I wasn’t in my bedroom.

I blinked slowly, disoriented, hoping my vision would clear the confusion from my brain. But the sight that met me only made things worse.

The ceiling was high, the crown molding elegant, with gold-tinted detailing that looked far too expensive for any hotel I could afford. Velvet curtains filtered sunlight through soft golden threads, casting gentle patterns on the white marble floor. Everything screamed luxury—way beyond the usual bachelorette suite I thought I’d booked with Kendra.

The sheets clung to my body, silky and cool. I sat up with a gasp. The movement made the fabric fall off my shoulders, exposing too much skin. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. Or underwear. Just the thin straps of a shimmery silver dress pooled around my hips.

No. No, no, no.

A cold wave of panic crashed over me.

Where was I?

What did I do?

Slowly, I turned my head to the right, fear curling in my gut.

And there he was.

A man lay sprawled on the other side of the bed, one arm slung over the pillow, the other resting across the duvet like he had no care in the world. Even asleep, his features were breathtaking—sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, thick lashes, and tousled dark hair that looked like it had been tugged more than once. His bare chest rose and fell with the slow rhythm of sleep, golden skin marked by faint red scratches and a purple bruise at his collarbone.

My eyes widened.

I had no idea who he was.

I pressed a trembling hand to my mouth to stop the scream threatening to escape. My chest tightened. My stomach turned. Everything inside me felt wrong.

This couldn’t be real.

My thoughts raced. Last night had been my bachelorette party. Kendra and I had planned it for weeks—just a fun night out. Dancing. Drinking. One last wild memory before I became Mrs. Siena Callahan.

I remembered the beginning. I remembered the club—the neon lights, the laughter, the spinning sensation after too many tequila shots. Furthermore, I remembered Kendra pulling me into the crowd to dance, the music pounding in my ears like a second heartbeat.

But after that?

Nothing. Just a black void.

No memory of coming here. No memory of this man.

My hands trembled as I touched my aching head again. Had I been drugged? No… I didn’t think so. But why couldn’t I remember anything?

I needed to get out. Now.

I moved quietly, careful not to wake him. I reached for my clutch, which had fallen on the floor beside my heels. My phone was inside, thank God. My keys were gone, but I could figure that out later. My