Chapter 271: Sienna Bennett's Expression Darkened

Sienna Bennett’s expression darkened as she stepped onto the ninth floor. The lobby was already crowded with people blocking the balcony from Aurora Bellamy. Her manager and assistants were trying to calm her, but Aurora clutched a vase, weakly threatening, “Stay back! Don’t come any closer! I’ll do it… I swear I will!” Blood dripped steadily from her wrist, forming a dark pool on the marble floor. Her team kept a helpless distance, but Sienna strode forward without hesitation. Aurora stumbled backward, raising the vase. “I said don’t come near me!”

“Go ahead. Throw it at me,” Sienna challenged, her steps never faltering.

Aurora’s hands shook violently. “I’ll really do it—ah!” Sienna moved like lightning, seizing her wrist and wrenching the vase away. In one fluid motion, she pinned Aurora onto the nearby sofa. The assistants sprang into action, holding her down while the medical team rushed to stem the bleeding.

“Let me go! Why did you save me?” Aurora sobbed. “Why won’t you let me die?”

“So that scumbag can return to his perfect family while your name is dragged through the mud forever?” Sienna’s voice was icy as she stepped back, allowing the medics to work.

Aurora flinched. A bitter smile touched her lips. “What else is left for me? I deserve this… I deserve to die!” She closed her eyes, tears streaming uncontrollably. Her manager, Penelope Sinclair, rushed to Sienna’s side. “Boss Bennett, please help us. Aurora had no idea Grant Mercer was married! She didn’t know about Giselle Marchand or their children! She was completely in the dark! She gave that man everything!” Aurora wailed, her body trembling with each sob.

It was true. She’d been only eighteen, new to the industry, when Grant swept her off her feet. He treated her like a princess, and she believed she’d found her fairy tale. She followed his every direction, attended every event he arranged. Even when rival companies courted her with better offers, she never considered leaving. Her free time was spent knitting scarves for him, tailoring his suits by hand. They adopted a cat together. She gave him her innocence.

She dreamed of their wedding, even picking out names for their future children: Markus and Katie Vale. Symbols of their love, their future. Just days ago, she’d been thrilled about her contract with Crownlight Entertainment, imagining the money she’d earn to buy Grant a new car. Then the scandal broke—leaked photos of them in a hotel room. Grant had orchestrated it all. The man she loved had destroyed her. Eight years of her youth, her best years, were nothing but a lie.

Sienna frowned. “After all this time with Grant, you must have something on him.”

“Grant Mercer is a master manipulator. He never told anyone at Summit Media he was married. No one knew. He never even used social media to message Aurora.”