Chapter 139 Chapter 139

Chapter 139 Chapter 139
Chapter 139

Week after court case, week until wedding, royal one, wedding of century, everyone said.

Callahan mansion buzzing with activity, planners everywhere, florists, caterers, designers, everyone making everything perfect, everything beautiful, everything worthy of event.

Sienna standing in middle of chaos, trying on wedding dress again, final fitting, making sure everything right, everything perfect.

Dress ivory silk lace, delicate, elegant, timeless, train long, flowing like dream made real.

Victoria crying already, seeing daughter like this in dress, getting married finally after everything, after nightmare, after survival.

“You’re breathtaking,” Victoria whispered, touching dress gently like might disappear if too rough.

“It’s too much,” Sienna said, looking at herself in mirror, not recognizing herself almost, too beautiful, too perfect, too everything.

“It’s exactly right,” Eleanor said, also there, also emotional, future daughter in law becoming official family finally.

Lora helping adjust veil, fingers gentle, careful, not wanting to mess up anything.

“You look like princess,” Lora said, smiling, happy for sister, for friend, for everything.

“Feel like fraud,” Sienna admitted, quiet, vulnerable. “After everything that happened, after being kidnapped, tortured, how can I just pretend everything is okay?”

“You’re not pretending,” Victoria said, firm, understanding but correcting. “You’re living. You survived. Now you get to have this, have joy, have love, have wedding.”

“Mom’s right,” Lora agreed, squeezing Sienna’s shoulder. “You deserve this, deserve happiness, deserve beautiful wedding.”

Sienna looked at them all, seeing love there, seeing support, seeing truth, maybe that she did deserve this after everything.

Meanwhile downstairs, study, Landon behind desk, laptop open, phone in hand, face hard, cold, angry still.

Week since court case, week since Isabella got away with everything, facility instead of prison, treatment instead of punishment, injustice complete.

Can’t stop thinking about it, can’t stop being angry about it, can’t stop wanting revenge.

Evan standing across from desk, waiting for orders, knowing what coming, knowing boss wanted blood.

“Do it,” Landon said, final decision made. “Crash Hart Industry stock price, destroy their company, make them pay for what their daughter did.”

Evan hesitated, moral compass fighting loyalty. “Sir, are you sure? That’s a lot of people’s jobs. A lot of families.”

“I don’t care,” Landon said, cold, meaning it, blinded by rage, by need for justice even if wrong kind. “They protected her. They manipulated system. They deserve this.”

“But sir.”

“Do it,” Landon repeated, louder, harsher, not accepting argument. “That’s an order.”

Evan nodded, defeated, reaching for phone to make calls, to start process of destruction.

Door bursting open, Noah entering fast, urgent, hearing everything from outside.

“Stop,” Noah commanded, to Evan, to brother, to situation spiraling.

Evan froze, looking between brothers, unsure who to listen to.

“Out,” Noah said to Evan, gentle but firm. “We need to talk alone.”

Evan left quickly, gratefully, closing door behind him.

Noah turned to Landon, to brother on edge of something terrible.

“What are you doing?” Noah asked, direct, concerned, scared for him.

“What I should have done from start,” Landon said, standing up, defensive, aggressive. “Making them pay, destroying them like they tried to destroy us.”

“By crashing their company?” Noah asked, disbelief in voice, in eyes. “By ruining thousands of innocent people?”

“They’re not innocent,” Landon argued, weak, knowing it but not caring. “They work for Harts. They benefit from Hart money. They’re part of it.”

“That’s not true,” Noah said, patient, trying to reach brother lost in darkness. “Those are normal people with families, with bills, with lives. They didn’t kidnap Sienna. Isabella did.”

“And her parents protected her!”

“So you punish everyone?” Noah challenged, stepping closer, not backing down. “That’s not justice. That’s revenge. That’s becoming like her.”

Landon flinched, hit by words, by comparison, by truth he didn’t want to hear.

“I’m nothing like her,” he said, but weak, uncertain suddenly.

“Then don’t do this,” Noah pleaded, hand on brother’s shoulder, grounding him. “Don’t do something you’ll regret. Don’t become monster fighting monster.”

Silence for moment, Landon processing, fighting internal war between rage and reason.

“She got away with it,” Landon whispered, pain in voice underneath anger. “She tortured Sienna, almost killed our baby, and she got away with it.”

“No she didn’t,” Noah said, firm, true. “She’s in facility, locked up, guarded, can’t hurt anyone anymore.”

“For now,” Landon said, bitter, knowing system, knowing how things worked. “Until parents get her out. Until she’s declared sane. Until she comes back.”

“If she comes back, we’ll deal with it,” Noah promised. “But right now you need to let this go, need to focus on wedding, on Sienna, on future, not on revenge.”

Landon sat down, heavy, exhausted suddenly, carrying weight of everything for too long.

“I just want her to pay,” he admitted, vulnerable, raw, real. “Want justice for what she did to us.”

“I know,” Noah said, sitting beside him, brother to brother. “But destroying innocent people isn’t justice. It’s just more destruction, more pain, more wrong.”

He paused, letting words sink in.

“And Sienna wouldn’t want this,” Noah added, playing trump card, knowing it would work. “She wouldn’t want you to become something you’re not for her sake.”

Landon thought about Sienna, about wife, about love of life upstairs right now, trying on wedding dress, planning future, choosing joy despite everything.

And here he was choosing revenge, choosing darkness, choosing everything she wouldn’t want.

“You’re right,” Landon said finally, defeated but relieved too. “I can’t do this. Shouldn’t do this.”

“Thank you,” Noah said, grateful, proud of brother for choosing right thing even when hard.

“But I’m still angry,” Landon admitted, honest, always honest with Noah.

“Be angry,” Noah said, understanding, accepting. “But don’t let anger control you. Don’t let it destroy what you have, what you built, what you love.”

Landon nodded, taking deep breath, releasing it, releasing rage slowly, painfully, but releasing it.

“Wedding in week,” Noah reminded, changing subject, moving forward. “You ready?”

“To marry Sienna?” Landon asked, first smile in days appearing. “More than ready. Most ready I’ve ever been for anything.”

“Good,” Noah said, standing, pulling brother up with him. “Then let’s focus on that, on love, on future, on everything good still possible.”

They walked out of study together, leaving darkness behind, choosing light, choosing family, choosing right.

Upstairs, Sienna finished fitting, taking off dress carefully, hanging it up, ready for wedding, for day she’d dreamed about forever, she waited for.

Week away, just week, then she’d be Mrs Callahan officially, legally, completely.

Then Isabella would be past, court case would be over, nightmare would be finished.

And future would begin finally, truly, hopefully.