Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 27

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**
**Chapter 27**

“Sienna?” I called out softly, careful not to startle her as I approached. She was so deeply immersed in her reading that my voice seemed to float away, unheard amidst the silence of the room.

With a gentle touch, I placed my hand on her shoulder, hoping to break her concentration without alarming her. To my surprise, she jumped, spinning around in her chair with wide eyes that narrowed as they landed on me.

“Amelia! What are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of surprise and irritation.

I instinctively took a step back, raising my hands in a gesture of peace. “I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to say hi,” I replied, my voice soft and sincere.

“Yeah, right, sure. Well, hi. Now leave me alone,” she shot back, her tone dismissive.

A part of me considered taking her advice and retreating, but another part—a more stubborn part—was determined to bridge the gap that existed between us. She was the only one in this family with whom I hadn’t felt an immediate connection, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was somehow my fault for not making more of an effort.

“Listen, Sienna,” I began, gathering my thoughts, “I know we got off on the wrong foot. I really want to apologize. I can see how it might feel like I just barged into your home and your family without any consideration for your feelings. That’s not fair to you, and I truly regret it.”

She turned her back to me, her focus shifting back to the book in her hands. But after a moment, she slowly lifted her gaze, staring out the window as if searching for answers in the distance. “You’re sorry,” she stated flatly, her voice devoid of warmth.

As she finally closed her book and turned to face me, I was taken aback by the intensity of the hatred reflected in her eyes. She stood up and began to pace, a fierce snarl forming on her lips that sent a chill down my spine. It was a terrifying sight.

“You can save your fake apologies, witch. You don’t have to pretend to be nice to me. I know what you really are,” she spat, her voice laced with venom.

A half-laugh escaped my lips, mingled with disbelief. She had labeled me a witch the very first day I arrived, but it hadn’t crossed my mind that she might still cling to that notion. “Witch? Come on, Sienna. Do I really look like some powerful magical being to you?” I asked, trying to inject a bit of humor into the tense situation.

Before I could process her words, she was suddenly in front of me, her anger manifesting in a swift motion as she slapped me across the face with such force that stars erupted in my vision. I couldn’t help but cry out, stunned by the suddenness of it all.

“Amelia!” Jake’s voice echoed from downstairs, and I heard the sound of hurried footsteps racing up the stairs. He must have sensed the commotion.

Sienna’s eyes widened in panic; she realized she was about to be caught. As I stood there, still reeling from the slap, holding my face and blinking back tears that threatened to spill, I caught a glimpse of a triumphant smile on her lips.

“Two can play this game, witch,” she hissed, and in a dramatic turn, she threw herself backward against the table, sending books flying and a chair crashing to the floor.

As she began to wail, just as Jake burst into the room, I felt the weight of the situation crashing down around us.

“Amelia, stop! Jake—help me! She attacked me!” Sienna cried, her voice a mix of fear and accusation, leaving me reeling in a whirlwind of confusion and betrayal.