Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 259

Her tone was phrased as a question, but she delivered it with absolute, unshakable certainty.

Silas was still smiling.

But beneath that smile lurked something so twisted it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

A moment later, his wicked smirk returned. “And what exactly do you want?”

Sienna offered a faint smile. She casually crossed her legs, looking completely unfazed, yet every word she spoke carried an undeniable edge.

“Because of you, I suffered endless torment in a hollow, agonizing marriage. If I don't pay you back ten times over, I will never find peace.”

The second she finished speaking, she calmly pulled the final document from her envelope, placed it on the desk, and slid it toward him.

Silas glanced down.

In a split second, the arrogant facade he had desperately tried to maintain shattered into a million pieces.

“I searched for a long time, trying to find your ultimate weakness.”

Sienna stared at him, an icy detachment settling over her beautiful features.

“Women don't catch your eye, and the man you obsess over clearly wants nothing to do with you in that way.”

A faint, victorious curve touched her lips. “After thinking it through, I realized that the only way to force your hand was to expose a secret you've been burying for two decades.”

The aura around Silas turned downright murderous.

Sienna didn't bother hiding her total disdain, letting her judgment crash down on him.

It acted like a blade, ruthlessly slicing through the deep-seated inferiority and darkness he fought so hard to conceal.

No one knew the truth. The glamorous, high-ranking Eldest Draken was never the legitimate heir to the Draken empire.

Over twenty years ago, the true Draken heir had vanished without a trace, leaving the family's foundation crumbling.

To secure their power and corporate empire, The Drakens dragged Silas—an illegitimate, unacknowledged son—out of the shadows, dressed him up as the returning heir, and groomed him as an imposter.

Sienna spoke slowly, her logic pristine, ripping open every one of his scars with surgical precision.

“The moment this leaks, The Drakens will annihilate you. Decades of scheming will turn to ash, and you will face the absolute worst The Drakens have to offer.”

She set her phone on the table, tapping the screen twice.

“I've already set a scheduled email. The second the clock strikes noon, every filthy, underhanded move you've made over the last decade will be blasted across the internet.”

Sienna leaned in close. “And you know perfectly well that Maloney despises deceit. He has zero tolerance for liars and fakes. Once this hits the headlines, the pristine reputation, power, and network you've bled for will be completely destroyed.”

She smiled coldly, watching his smirk rigidify. “Now we're even.”

The shock and rage drained from Silas's face, and his previously tense, iron-clad expression slowly relaxed.

He stared at Sienna for a few seconds before letting out a laugh—a laugh so chilling it sent a spike of terror straight to her bones.

By the time Sienna sensed the danger, it was already too late.