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.