CHASED BY MY BILLIONAIRE EX HUSBAND

Sienna's POV

For a moment, I was lost in the glamor of the event I was covering with my team. It was a business gala where high profile business people and media elites were in attendance. And that was until the head of my team, Fiona, snapped, pulling me back into the moment.

"Sienna, could you try not to space out?"

"Sorry." Without looking up at her, I muttered more to myself than to her.

I returned my focus to the notepad in front of me and scanned the room, ignoring the whispers of my teammates behind me. I didn't have to hear what they were saying to know it was about me.

Apparently, my new colleague had also learned of the scandal that prompted me to be transferred from my former branch to the New York Branch, and they all believed the story, viewing me as the woman who had slept my way up. A scandal that was perfectly orchestrated by own my best friend.

No one cared to hear my own side of the story. And I didn't care to explain myself to anyone.

Feeling my throat perching dry, I made my way toward the bar to get myself a drink. Once I had gotten a glass of mocktail, I turned around to return to my team but my shoulder suddenly collided with someone's arm and the glass tipped too quickly from my grip. The drink splashes forward, spilling over the dress of a woman in a stunning burgundy red dress that screamed money.

Oh. Shit.

"Oh my God." I said with a startled gasp, visibly shaky now. How could I have been so clumsy? "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you..."

I couldn't even look her in the face and just stared wide eyed at the damage I had caused to her dress. I did a quick mental calculation at the same time. It would literally take months of my salary for me to replace her dress.

"Jezz! Watch where you're going! Do you even know how much these cost?!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't meant to..." I stopped mid-apology as the familiarity of her sharp, angry voice hit me, causing me to lift my gaze and finally look at her in the face.

My stomach dropped as her perfectly sculpted face which looked exactly like mine greeted me.

"Sabrina?"

She froze too, her eyes widening as she recognized it was me. For a second, we just stared at each other and the noise of the room felt like it had faded into a dull hum.

Sabrina. My twin sister whom I hadn't seen for almost ten years now. The first person who had abandoned me, disappointed me and broke my heart.

"Sienna?" Sabrina's eyes darted around the room like she didn't want anyone to notice us together. As if she was ashamed of being seen together with me. "What are you doing here?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and straightened my spine.

"Working." I said firmly, even though my voice wavered slightly. "I'm covering this event with my team."

"Oh. I see." Her perfectly manicured fingers tightened around the stem of her champagne flute as her eyes flicked over me, taking in my simple black dress and neat bun, like I was made of cheap stuff. "Seems that life has been good to you, Sienna."

Her condescension hit like a slap, but I didn't flinch. I replied to her sarcastically.

"And I see life's been even better to you. A guest in the Montgomery's business gala. How reputable."

The corners of Sabrina's lips lifted in a smirk and before she could reply, a deep, oddly familiar voice cut through the tension.

"Who are you talking to, honey?"

I froze.

"Sweetheart." Sabrina cooed and immediately slipped behind me to hug the owner of the voice. "Remember my twin sister I told you about? Sienna? That's her."

My heart thumped loudly in my chest and my breath caught in my throat as I turned slowly to see who it was. And just like I had suspected, the voice belonged to him.

Roman. My ex husband who had disappeared from my life on the same day I gave birth to our daughter eight years ago. He looked the same, if not better. Broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed, and dressed in an American tuxedo that fit him like a second skin.

"Roman?" I stared wide eyed at him in pure disbelief, blinking a few times and hoping that this was a dream. But it wasn't.

This was Roman, flesh and blood. My Roman.

Roman raised a brow with his face cold and expressionless. And the way he stared at me, it was as though I was a total stranger to him. Like he hadn't met me before.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Sienna. My wife has told me so much about you."

The world tilted. 'A pleasure to finally meet me'? 'My wife'?

I looked from him to Sabrina and back to him again, completely lost and confused. What the hell was going on? Why was he referring to my twin sister as his wife and pretending not to recognize me?

"Aren't you... aren't you Roman?" I stuttered, furiously blinking back the tears that were beginning to well up in my eyes. Roman raised a brow at me again.

"Yes, I am. Roman Montgomery. Have we met before?"

"Seriously?" I couldn't stop the tears from spilling down my cheeks this time. My heart squeezed tight in my chest and I felt fresh pain like I felt when he disappeared exactly eight years ago. "You're going to act like you don't know me?"

Before Roman could reply me, Sabrina slipped her arm through his and flashed him a honeyed smile.

"She must be mistaking you for someone else. Sienna's just here to cover the event. Let's give her some space."

I scoffed in disbelief as they turned to leave and before I could think twice, I closed in on them and grabbed Roman's arm, yanking him back to face me.

His once expressionless face broke into a shocked and confused one before slipping back into his usual one of cold indifference.

"You abandoned me!" My voice was raised and loud now, attracting the guests and everyone else that I didn't care were watching. "You abandoned your own wife, and now you're married to her?!"

"You know, all these while, I thought Sabrina was only making up stories when she said that her twin sister was a selfish, greedy bitch who hated her and would do anything to take her life away. But finally meeting you now, I can see that she was never wrong..."

Before he could complete his sentence, I raised my hand and smacked him hard across the face.

The sharp sound of the slap echoed through the hall, earning gasps from everyone around us. They began to pull out their phones to record the moment.

But I didn't care. I was blinded by rage and needed to take revenge for what Roman had done to me and our daughter. For everything he had put us through, only for him to deny me after all these years. After promising me so much and claiming he loved me more than anything else.

Roman's fingers felt his cheek as he stared at me wide eyed in shock. Sabrina gasped in shock.

"How dare you?!" He hissed at me. "I will have you locked up and arrested for this!"

"No. No. No, please." Sabrina quickly stepped between us, looking up at Roman with tears floating in her eyes. "Please, don't punish her. She's my sister. I know she hates me and wants to ruin my happiness, but she's my only sister and I love her. Please, don't do this."

More tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She was playing the victim, right here in front of everyone, and they were eating it up. To them, I was the bad guy. The envious, evil twin sister.

Roman glared at me for a couple of seconds as if contemplating whether he should listen to Sabrina or not. My heart broke even more, seeing him glare at me with those eyes that had once stared at me with infinity love.

The next second, Roman signaled to security, his jaw still tight with anger.

"Have her thrown out."

"No need." I wiped the tears on my face with the back of my hand. "I'll leave now."

But as I turned to go, I tripped and fell to my knees over Sabrina's heel that I could swear she had set on purpose.

As I forced myself up with a face bathed in tears and a heavy lump in my throat, I did not fail to catch a glimpse of Sabrina's face as she quickly masked a smirk.

And then, I ran out of the hall, humiliated and in tears while cameras flashed on me. As I ran and wept, the only words that echoed in my head were...

Why did Roman leave me just to get married to my own twin sister who hated me so much? And most importantly, why was he pretending that he had never met me before?

Sienna's POV

The next morning, I stood in front of my boss, Ms. Leen, smoothing out my skirt for the third time in as many minutes. My palms were sweaty and my heart hammered in my chest.

"Do you have any idea the kind of chaos you've caused?" She began, her nails drumming against the surface and her cold eyes locked on me.

"My phone hasn't stopped ringing since last night. Sponsors, attendees, the media, everyone's talking about the little scene you decided to put on. Your embarrassing videos are everywhere, Miss. Blake!"

"Ms. Leen, I..."

"Save it." She shot me another glare. "I don't want excuses. What I want is for you to explain why you thought it was a good idea to slap a man like Roman Montgomery on the night of his business gala, cause a commotion, and drag this network's name through the mud!"

I swallowed hard, feeling my palms turn clammy and my heart beating so loudly that I feared she might hear it.

"It wasn't intentional, ma'am. I let my emotions get the best of me. I'm so sorry..."

"Emotions?" She repeated with a mocking laugh and shot me laser glares. "It doesn't matter if Mrs. Montogomery is your twin sister or whatnot. You're a professional, Miss Blake. At least, you're supposed to be. But I can now clearly see that you're not. First, the scandal at your previous branch, and now this? Do you have any idea how fragile your position here is?"

I bit my lip and glanced out through the glass walls of the office to see my colleagues stealing glances into the office and whispering amongst each other. They were obviously making a joke of my situation.

"I'm sorry." I muttered again as I turned my gaze back to Ms. Leen. But as expected, she did not buy it. Instead, she sighed and rubbed her temples as if the mere sight of me gave her a headache.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Sienna. If I didn't have my hands full with today's interview, I would fire you on the spot."

The word 'fire' sent a chill down my spine. I couldn't lose this job. This was the only way I could take care of my daughter and I.

I opened my mouth to plead with her, but I was interrupted by the office door swinging open. I turned my head to see Roman walking in first, his tailored suit hugging his broad shoulders perfectly, exuding the kind of confidence that made everyone else in the room feel smaller.

And then, Sabrina followed, her makeup flawless and her hair done perfectly.

"Ah, Mr. Montgomery, Mrs. Montgomery." Ms. Leen's face brightened as soon as she saw them and she brushed past me roughly as she walked up to them in all smiles. "I've been expecting you. Please, have a seat."

Roman's eyes flicked to me for the briefest second, causing my heart to beat even faster.

And then, he moved on as if I were invisible, causing me even more hurt. Sabrina, on the other hand, offered me a polite, almost pitying smile before taking the seat next to him.

What a manipulative bitch!

"Thank you, Ms. Leen." Sabrina said to her, her voice soft and melodious. "We're thrilled to be here."

"Aww. Thank you, Mrs. Montgomery. Your dress is gorgeous, by the way. You're the perfect match for Mr. Montgomery." Ms. Leen gushed over them, in all smiles as if she was not the same person who was looking at me with so much disdain a while ago.

"You flatter me, Ms. Leen." Sabrina laughed softly. "Thanks for sending us an invite for your interview, by the way."

"It's my pleasure, Mrs. Montogomery." Then, glancing at me for a second, her smile slipped slightly and she eyed me terribly. "You know, we initially planned for Miss. Blake to conduct the interview, but given the circumstances last night, we've reassigned it to someone else. I hope you are okay with that?"

"Of course," Sabrina said sweetly, glancing at me now doe eyed and with a false innocence. "It's probably for the best."

I clenched my fists beside me, forcing myself to remain composed. I stood like an outcast, watching them talk for a few more minutes before Ms. Leen ushered them to the studio.

At the studio, I was reduced to a glorified mic operator while the interview carried on and I was forced to watch with my heart clenched against my chest.

"So, everyone has been dying to know. How did everyone's favorite Montogomery couple meet?" The host asked them and Sabrina giggled, glancing at Roman as if the memory filled her with pure joy. Roman on the other hand, kept his face as bland as sandpaper.

Occasionally, he glanced my way and a small frown furrowed against his brows. There was still no sign of a single recognition in his eyes.

He was a great actor, I would give that to him.

"We met at a children's event." Sabrina answered. "I was visiting for charity work, and Roman was there too. Then, he caught me when I almost fell in the presence of the kids. He says it was love at first sight."

The audience cooed, enchanted by the story. But my stomach churned. That wasn't her story.

It was mine. She stole my story!

I gripped the mic stand tighter, biting back my tongue to stay silent. I was surprised that Roman didn't correct her. He just sat there, nodding along as if every word she spoke was the truth.

After the interview finally ended and Sabrina and Roman made their way to the exit, I couldn't hold back any longer. I dropped the mic and ran after them.

"Sabrina!" I called after her.

They both turned their heads to see me and I noticed as Roman tried to put her behind him protectively but she stopped him, placing a hand on his arm.

"It's fine." She said. "She's my sister. I'll handle it."

I felt fresh pain again. I had now become a threat that needed protecting from?

Sabrina walked up to me, her expression a mixture of exasperation and false concern.

"What is it, Sienna?"

"What is it?" I repeated, trying so hard not to get angrier than I already was. "How about the fact that you've stolen everything from me? My story, my husband, my life-everything!"

Sabrina sighed like she was tired of my flings. Then, she glanced around to ensure no one was too close to listen to our conversation.

"You've always been dramatic, sister." She said. "Even when we were kids."

"Don't." I warned, my voice trembling now. "Don't act like you're the victim here. You abandoned me after our adoption. You've treated me like trash our entire lives. And now, you're married to him?"

Sienna rolled her eyes at me as if she was getting bored of our conversation.

"I didn't abandon you, Sienna. We were adopted by different families. It wasn't my fault I was adopted by a wealthy family and you were taken in by a poor family."

"You are so evil." I said bitterly, fighting back tears that welled in my eyes now. "What did I ever do to you?"

She smirked now and tilted her head.

"Look, I know you're struggling. If it's money you need, I can help you out. Just say the word and stop trying to drag me in the mud."

Her words hit me like a slap but I still refused to let the tears in my eyes fall.

"I don't want your money, Sabrina."

"Then what do you want?" She asked, her tone bored. "An apology? Closure? Grow up, Sienna and stop playing the pity card all the time. Life isn't fair."

I stared at her, searching for any trace of the sister I had once known before our adoption at age thirteen. But there was nothing. Just a cold, calculating, heartless woman who saw me as an inconvenience.

"I spoke to Ms. Leen." She added, her voice softening. "You won't lose your job. You're welcome."

Slipping back her usual fake smile on her face, she waved at me and walked back to Roman, who gave her a small peck on the forehead before they walked away again.

I stood there for a moment, completely shocked and hurt. Thankfully, I was interrupted by a beep of my phone. Checking my phone, I saw that it was a message from an unsaved number.

"I CAN TELL YOU EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED TO ROMAN AND WHY HE IS WITH THAT BITCH, SABRINA, INSTEAD OF YOU. IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN FINDING OUT THE TRUTH, MEET ME AT CRYSTAL BAR TONIGHT NIGHT BY 8PM, PROMPT. DO NOT BE LATE. AND MAKE SURE YOU COME ALONE."

Sienna's POV

I arrived at the bar half an hour early and as I sat down at the bar, focusing on the tart and fruity mocktail in front of me, I felt my stomach growl in anxiety.

I glanced at my wristwatch a couple of times, flicking my gaze tothe entryway every now and then, half expecting the anonymous texted to walk in. But it was too early and he or she had specifically said eight pm.

I checked my phone again and reread the cryptic message that had led me here. As I read through it for the hundredth time, my fingers hovered over the screen more than once, tempted to respond with questions. But something told me this wasn't the kind of person who liked to repeat themselves.

Dropping my phone back into my purse, I indulged myself in my drink, hoping that time would go by faster.

A while later, I felt a presence sit down on the stool next to mine and I glanced at his direction. It was a masculine man dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his black trousers tailored perfectly. He was good looking.

"A glass of Manhattan." He said to the bartender, not bothering to even glance at my direction. Then, a couple of seconds later, he turned his head slightly, catching my eye with a raised brow.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to stare?"

I blinked my eyes in embarrassment as I dropped my gaze to my mocktail.

Oh. Shoot. That was a caught.

"I wasn't staring." I muttered, even though we both knew I was lying.

"Sienna Blake, right?"

I lifted my gaze and raised a curious brow at him.

"How do you know my name?"

He ignored my question, instead reaching into his shirt pocket and pulling out a folded envelope. He placed it on the bar between us and tapped it twice, as if summoning my attention.

"Before we get into that," A small grin creeped up his lips. "How has life been after your little video went viral? Can't be easy, I imagine."

My face burned at his words.

"Excuse me?"

"The humiliating scene at the business gala." He continued, unfazed by my rising anger. "Must've been rough."

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded, my voice sharper now.

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Just someone who knows a lot of things. Things you might want to know too."

And then, it dawned on me. Immediately, I checked my wristwatch for confirmation. It was 8:03pm.

I looked back at the man seated beside me. He was the anonymous texter.

"Go ahead." He pushed the envelope closer to me. "Open it."

Reluctantly, I picked up the envelope and slid out its contents. A series of photographs spilled onto the bar. They were photos of a wrecked car with its front end crumpled like paper.

I frowned, flipping through the images.

"What is this?"

"Look closer." He said, his tone calm and annoyingly too relaxed.

I examined the pictures again and a few seconds later, my heart slowed as a terrible sense of recognition finally set in. I squinted my eyes to get a better look. And no. I wasn't thinking wrong.

The car wasn't just any car. It was Roman's car. The same car he used to drive six years ago, when we were still together.

My throat tightened and my heartbeat raced as I looked up at the man again.

"What... where did you get these?"

He swirled his drink lazily before taking a sip.

"On the night you gave birth, Roman left, didn't he? Said he was going to pick up your favorite noodles, if I'm not mistaken."

I felt a chill down my spine.

"How do you know that?"

He ignored my question, pushing another photo toward me. It was a close-up of the wreckage, with the license plate still partially intact. It was Roman's license plate. I could still remember it.

"That car crash happened a few minutes after he left the hospital. Roman was in it."

I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach and my heart stopped at that moment. I shook my head objectively.

"No. That's not possible. He... He just left..."

"And never came back." The man finished for me. "Because he couldn't."

My mind was spinning.

"Wh... what are you saying?"

He turned to face me fully now, his expression dark and serious.

"Roman lost his memory in that crash. He didn't know who he was, where he was, or who he belonged to."

I stared at him, feeling cold grip me. My lips parted in an attempt to say anything but I couldn't even produce a single word. I couldn't believe my ears. But it all made perfect sense now. Roman's sudden disappearance, his marriage to Sabrina and his inability to recognize me.

Was there any chance that this stranger was telling the truth?

"Now, here's the real kicker." The man continued. "Sabrina found him first and claimed to be his wife."

I froze again and tears began to well up in my eyes. I shook my head, refusing to believe his words.

"No... no, she wouldn't do that. She wouldn't..."

"Oh, but she did." He interrupted, his tone cutting. "She saw an opportunity and took it. She stole your life, Sienna."

My head spun as his words sank in. All this time, I had thought Roman had abandoned me and our daughter without a word. Never did I suspect there was something else.

"I don't believe you." I whispered, but deep down, I believed him. Everything made perfect sense now. I had fallen in love with Roman because he was kind and had shown me a kind of love I had never tasted before. We were so excited for the arrival of our daughter. So, it made zero sense that he would just vanish one day, only to get married to my own sister and pretend that he had never met me before.

Unless of course, it was truly Sabrina's doings.

The man shrugged, finishing his drink in one long sip. "Believe what you want. But you can't change the facts."

I stared down at the photos in my hands, my vision blurred by unshed tears that I tried to sniff back.

She had stolen Roman from me, lied to him and deceived everyone just so that she could steal my identity and my life.

I felt rage surging through me and more than anything, I wanted to confront and drag her by the hair for everything she had done to me. I was not going to let her go free this time around.

"I'm going to find her." I said getting up abruptly but the man caught me by the wrist and pulled me back down.

"Bad idea." He said flatly.

"You think I'm going to sit here and do nothing?" I snapped, glaring at him. "She lied to everyone. She's a fraud, a manipulator, and..."

"A killer." He interrupted, his voice cutting through my rage like a whip.

I froze, the word echoing in my ears. "What?"

He leaned closer.

"Listen, Sabrina might be your sister, but the biggest mistake you'll make is underestimate her. Sabrina isn't just a liar, Sienna. She's deadlier than you think. If you go storming up to her, calling her out, you'll be risking your life."

"That... that is not true." I knew that Sabrina was capable of many things but I couldn't just believe that murder was on the list.

"You really think you know her, don't you? Sabrina isn't the person you think she is, love. She's not the type who takes kindly to people standing in her way."

"She's not a murderer." I insisted, hearing the waver in my voice.

He laughed, a humorless sound.

"Is that so? Because I wouldn't put anything past her. After all, this is the same woman who stole your husband by pretending to be you. Who's to say she wouldn't go a step further if she felt threatened? She's obsessed with Roman and wouldn't bat an eyelid if it means eliminating you to get him for herself. Or your daughter."

The mention of my daughter sent a jolt of terror through me and I felt sick at once, my knees instantly turning weak.

"I cannot let her hurt my daughter."

"Then you'll listen to me." He said. "Lay low. Pretend you don't know anything. Sabrina can't suspect you're onto her, or she'll make sure you regret it."

I shook my head, tears cascaded down my face now. My hands gripped the edge of the bar.

"I can't just sit back and do nothing. Roman..."

"Roman doesn't remember you." The man's tone was blunt. "To him, Sabrina is his wife and you're the evil twin sister. If you try to expose her now, all you'll do is make yourself a target."

I wanted to argue but I couldn't. I wasn't just fighting for myself anymore. I had my daughter to protect, and I couldn't afford to make a reckless move that might put her in danger.

He stood, tossing a few bills on the bar to pay for our drink. He was really tall. Almost as tall as Roman.

"You're smart, Sienna. I can see that. So, use your head. Stay quiet. Keep your daughter safe. And wait for me to contact you again."

I looked up at him, a curious look on my teary face.

"Why are you helping me?"

He smirked.

"Let's just say I have my reasons."

Before I could ask anything else, he turned and walked out of the bar, leaving me alone with the photographs and a secret that could destroy everything.