Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 86

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**

**Chapter 86**

**Sienna’s POV**

A simmering idea churned in my mind, a desire to orchestrate something far worse that would ensnare Amelia in trouble, yet leave my own hands untainted by the mess. I wanted to craft a plan that would ensconce her in chaos, while I remained untouched, a mere spectator from the shadows.

Today had been a whirlwind of mischief, and while I relished the thrill of toying with Sienna, Eve’s unexpected intervention had thrown a wrench into my carefully laid plans. It was frustrating, really. The exhilaration of my antics dulled when I found myself facing repercussions.

The crux of my dilemma lay in my uncertainty about what actions could truly be more harmful without crossing the line into genuine malice. I had already embarked on some of the schemes Victoria had suggested, but there were others that danced dangerously close to risking the well-being of patients. That was a line I refused to cross. I wanted Amelia out of the picture, but not at the expense of innocent lives. I wasn’t a monster; she was the one weaving her dark magic around everyone.

Victoria, bless her heart, didn’t possess the intricate knowledge of the hospital’s inner workings. Some of her ideas were simply impractical, a fantasy detached from reality. If I truly wanted to devise a plan that was both cunning and executable, I needed to seek counsel from someone who understood the hospital’s labyrinthine structure.

That left Victoria and her friend Claire out of the equation.

The only other ally who might offer genuine help was Gwen.

Gwen had been cast out, banished from our world. I could only imagine the depths to which she had sunk, the hardships she faced in her exile. Despite the uncertainty surrounding her, I knew she had kept her old phone number and still used the same device. Occasionally, I would catch sight of her location pinging on my messaging app, a reminder of her precarious existence.

Reaching out to someone so recently exiled was undoubtedly risky; even I recognized the potential fallout, especially since it was my own brother who had decreed her fate. Yet, paradoxically, she was the only person I could trust to assist me in this treacherous endeavor.

As evening descended, I retreated to the sanctuary of my bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind me to block out the guards stationed outside, their presence a constant reminder of my constrained freedom. To ensure my conversation remained private, I slipped into my en-suite bathroom, turning on the faucet to drown out any sound that might betray my intentions.

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