BOUND TO THE WRONG CALLAHAN
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Introduction
She's promised to his brother... but branded by his touch. And now the past refuses to stay buried.
SIENNA
I thought I buried that night.
The night I gave myself to a stranger. Reckless and wild. No names. No rules. No future.
Just heat. Desperation. A body that made me forget who I was supposed to be.
Now I wear his brother's ring. Planning a future with the man I'm supposed to love.
Then he walks into my engagement party and everything shatters.
Landon Callahan. The black sheep. The rebel. The man who touched me before I knew his name.
He acts like I never existed. Like that night was nothing.
But I remember every breath. Every broken rule. Every moment I came alive.
I should walk away. Should marry Noah and forget.
But Landon has always been the fire I was never meant to touch twice.
LANDON
She was never supposed to be his.
The night I had her, I didn't ask her name. Didn't want to know.
I just knew I'd never forget the way she looked at me. Like I was the only thing she ever wanted.
Then I walk into the engagement party I should have skipped. And see her standing beside my brother.
Now I'm back in the world I swore I'd left behind. And she's the one thing I can't outrun.
She wears his ring. Smiles like she hasn't been in my bed. Pretends I never made her come undone.
But I remember. And so does she.
One night should have been the end.
Instead it was only the beginning.
Because I don't let go of what's mine. Not even for my brother.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
If tonight was supposed to be the happiest night of her life, why did it feel like a funeral?
The diamond on Sienna Blake’s finger caught the light. Three carats. Flawless. Cold.
Just like everything else in her life was supposed to be.
She stared at her reflection in Noah Callahan’s bathroom mirror. The woman looking back at her should have been glowing. Designer gown tailored to perfection. Makeup done by the same artist who handled her mother’s charity galas. Hair styled into soft elegance that cost more than most people’s rent.
She was about to marry Noah Callahan.
The man both families had chosen.
So why did it feel like something inside her was already dead?
“Sienna?” Noah’s voice came through the door. Calm. Polished. “The photographer is here.”
“Coming.” The word left her lips, but her body did not move.
The engagement photos. Another performance. Another carefully staged moment in the life designed for her since birth.
She pressed her palms against the cool marble counter and inhaled slowly. Noah’s cologne lingered in the air, expensive and faintly distant. This was the life planned for her. The alliance disguised as romance. The deal everyone pretended was love.
Noah Callahan was perfect on paper. Old money meeting new money. The Callahan real estate empire merging with Blake Industries. A name that opened doors and silenced questions. He remembered dates. Sent flowers chosen by his assistant. Never raised his voice. Never surprised her.
Never made her feel anything.
The realization tightened her chest.
A memory rose without warning. Cool sand beneath her bare feet. Firelight flickering against skin. A voice rough with hunger, saying her name like it mattered.
She flinched.
Not now. Not tonight.
She splashed cold water on her wrists, careful not to disturb her makeup, then squared her shoulders and walked out.
Noah stood by the floor to ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. His navy suit was flawless. His posture perfect. When he turned, his face lit up with the expression he had worn since they were children being groomed for this future.
“You’re gorgeous.” He kissed her cheek. Warm lips. No spark.
“Thank you.” Automatic. Polite.
The photographer, Margaret, moved around them, efficient and familiar. She posed them by the window, on the leather couch, near the fireplace. Each position felt rehearsed.
“Beautiful,” Margaret said, snapping photos. “Just like your parents’ engagement pictures, Sienna. I shot those too.”
Of course she had.
“Now tilt your head. Let the ring catch the light.”
Sienna obeyed. She leaned into Noah’s chest the way she had been taught to do at society events since the Midsummer Charity Gala when their engagement had been quietly decided.
The camera clicked.
A dangerous thought crossed her mind.
What would it feel like to laugh in a photo? Not smile because she was expected to. Just laugh because she was happy.
The thought scared her enough that she buried it.
An hour later, the photographer left with exactly what she came for. Proof that everything was perfect.
Noah poured himself a glass of wine. “We should get ready. The engagement party starts in two hours.”
Two hours until the night that sealed her fate.
I could still run.
The thought hit her hard and wild, like a gasp for air.
“I need to go home and change,” she said.
“Of course.” He kissed her forehead. “You’ll be radiant tonight.”
She nodded and stepped into the private elevator before she could think.
The Blake family car slid through Manhattan traffic. Sienna watched the city blur past. People walking freely. Laughing. Choosing their own lives.
Things she would never have.
Her mother was waiting when she arrived. Talking about seating charts and donors and Eleanor Callahan’s preferences. Sienna nodded at the right moments. Smiled when required. Said yes when expected.
Two hours later, she stood in front of her mirror wearing a green silk dress. Perfect. Elegant. Empty.
Her phone buzzed.
Noah: Can’t wait to see you tonight. You’re everything to me.
Everything.
Except herself.
The car pulled up to the Callahan estate just as night fell. White roses covered the front of the house. Chandeliers glowed through tall windows. Bentleys and Rolls Royces lined the driveway.
Her stomach twisted.
Something was wrong tonight. She felt it deep in her bones.
“Smile,” her mother whispered as they stepped out. “Everyone is watching.”
They always were.
Inside, the ballroom was a sea of white and gold. Music floated through the air. Champagne flowed. Every conversation sounded the same.
Noah found her quickly. Took her hand. Lifted it to his lips. The cameras loved them.
“My bride,” he said softly.
The word wrapped around her chest like chains.
Dinner passed in a blur. Speeches about legacy and unity. Toasts to their future. Applause filled the room while something inside her cracked a little more.
She felt like a beautiful object being handed over.
“You’re quiet tonight,” Noah said when they had a moment alone.
“I’m fine. Just overwhelmed.”
Before he could respond, Eleanor Callahan approached, glowing.
“I have wonderful news,” she said.
Noah stiffened. “What is it, Mother?”
“Your brother is here.”
The word brother landed like a blow.
“Landon?” Noah’s face drained of color. “Tonight?”
“He arrived earlier. Your father convinced him to come.”
Landon.
The name sent a sharp pulse through her chest. A sudden flash of heat. Whiskey. Firelight. Hands that knew her too well.
Her breath caught.
Noah stood abruptly. “I should find him.”
“There’s no need,” Eleanor said, smiling through tears. “He’s coming now.”
The ballroom doors opened.
A man stepped inside, and the room shifted.
He was taller than Noah, broader, darker. His hair was too long for a Callahan gathering. Tattoos climbed up his wrists beneath his sleeves. A silver earring caught the light when he turned his head.
He wore his tuxedo like armor he hated.
Danger clung to him. Not polished. Not controlled. Alive in a way that made her pulse race.
Whispers spread. Heads turned. The black sheep had returned.
He moved toward them.
Noah stood. “Landon.”
“Noah.”
They embraced briefly. Awkward. Forced.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” Noah said.
“Neither did I.”
The voice hit her like lightning.
Her knees nearly gave out.
Noah turned to her. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”
Her heart slammed violently against her ribs.
He took her hand, guiding her forward.
She knew.
She knew before their eyes met. Before he turned. Before the truth crashed into her.
“Landon, this is my fiancée,” Noah said. “Sienna Blake.”
Landon faced her.
Dark eyes. Whiskey brown. The eyes from that night. The ones she had never been able to forget.
The stranger who had touched her like she mattered. Who had disappeared before dawn. Who had ruined her for every man since.
He was not a stranger.
He was Noah’s brother.
Recognition flashed across his face. Shock. Control snapping into place. His expression went blank, but his eyes burned.
Neither of them spoke.
The silence was heavy. Dangerous.
“Sienna?” Noah squeezed her arm. “Are you alright?”
She could not breathe.
Landon extended his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Polite. Calm. A lie.
She stared at his hand. At the fingers that once traced her skin like he was
memorizing her.
If he says my name, I will break.
“Sienna,” Noah said gently. “Sweetheart?”
Her world was collapsing.
Because in one look, she knew the truth she had buried was about to destroy them all.
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