Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 385

"I didn't hurt Grandpa, I really didn't. Sienna, you have to believe me... I'll do anything you say, just please don't hurt me anymore. I'm so scared... I'm so scared of you..."

Her voice trailed off, eventually dissolving into broken whispers.

She lay flat on the floor, her forehead pressed against the cold concrete.

Outside the glass window behind Sienna stood several detention center directors and Jarred.

The one-way mirror displayed everything happening inside in agonizing detail.

Celeste's pathetic posture on the floor, her shivering body, and her shattered voice were fully observed by everyone.

Human nature naturally favored the weak; no one bothered to dig into the filthy calculations hiding behind the mask of a victim.

Jarred stood at the very front of the group, his posture rigid, his dark eyes brooding as he stared intently at the scene unfolding through the glass.

Sienna had always been proud and fierce, transparent in her loves and hates.

She never played dirty behind people's backs, let alone orchestrated such convoluted, malicious frames.

After years of being by her side, he knew better than anyone that she wasn't a vicious, petty person.

A million voices in his head were screaming that this was all an act, a disguise put on by Celeste.

But Celeste's performance... it was just too convincing.

Her terror felt incredibly real.

That deep, bone-rattling shudder, the near-hysterical begging, the way she cowered, not even daring to look Sienna in the eye.

Unless they were genuinely pushed to the brink, no one could act this well.

Inside, Celeste's show continued; she was crying until she nearly passed out, as pathetic as a weed trampled in the dirt.

Sienna just stood there, her expression unreadable and unbothered.

She glanced down at the woman putting on the theatrical display on the floor, feeling nothing but mockery.

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