From Exile To Queen Of Everything - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Sienna lazily crossed her arms, a playful glint in her cool, indifferent eyes. "It seems, Mrs. Lambert, that my words still haven't sunk in. I can have you thrown out on a whim. This is my house. I sleep where I want. Understood?"
Linda's face turned a pasty white. "How dare you!" she sputtered, speechless.
Sienna simply pushed past her. 'Stepmother? We'll see how long she can bear the punishment that comes with that title,' she grinned inside.
But then, when she stepped into her old room, she stopped dead. It was completely transformed. Everything that had been hers was gone.
She whirled around and grabbed Linda's arm, her grip like a vice. "Where are my things?"
Seeing Sienna's fury, Linda felt a surge of triumph. She smirked and mouthed two words, "Burned them."
Smack! Sienna's hand landed straight on her face. Linda shrieked as the blow sent her staggering. She crashed to the floor with a loud thud.
Hearing the commotion, Aiden came running.
"Sienna, what do you think you're doing?" he roared as he saw Linda on the ground. "She is your stepmother, my wife! Your mother has been dead for years. Why can't I remarry?"
"Father, you wound me," Sienna replied as she saw Vivian peek out from her room. "I didn't do a thing. I was just asking her a question, and she threw herself on the floor and slapped her own face. She's trying to frame me."
The blatant lie left Linda shaking with rage. She pointed a trembling finger at Sienna. "You're lying! Darling, look at my face! She's the one who hit me. It was her!"
Vivian stepped out, backing her sister up. "I saw it too. Linda hit herself and tried to blame Sienna."
"You two!" Linda was about to have an aneurysm.
Aiden looked from one to the other, uncertain. Sienna pressed her advantage. "Where are my things?"
"In the storage room," Aiden said without thinking. The cold fury in Sienna's eyes made his blood run cold.
"I... I thought you were... The room was just sitting empty, so I let your stepsister move in," seeing her expression, Aiden's voice softened. "Sienna, there are so many rooms in this house. Just pick another one."
Sienna thought back to when her mother was alive. Her mother would go to work, and her father would stay home, cook for them, play with them.
He had once spent a week making her a piece of art out of autumn leaves just because she'd said she liked them.
And now... he told her to pick another room when her own bedroom was occupied. No wonder her sisters' hearts had turned to stone. Their father from the past was gone.
Sienna let out a bitter laugh. "Have you forgotten, Father? You're the one who told me that because I was your first child, this room would always be mine. You're the one who decorated it. You said that besides me, this room would never have another owner."
The words struck a chord deep inside Aiden. For a moment, he was lost in a memory, his eyes unfocused.
He had loved them so much, but then Selina died. And everyone called him a kept man, a gigolo.
He was a man; he had his pride. But all anyone saw was Selina's shadow. They all mocked him, said he was nothing without her, that he wasn't a real man. He had tried to bury those memories.
"Enough!" he snapped. "It's just a room! Why are you making such a scene?"
Sienna's smile was razor-thin. She blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. "Fine. Guards! Smash this room!"
At her command, a team of guards armed with sledgehammers swarmed into the room. They began to demolish everything—the walls, the furniture, the bed, the windows.
"What are you doing?" Linda screamed in horror.
"Sienna, are you insane?" Aiden roared.
Linda rushed into the room, trying to stop them. "Stop! Stop it! Don't you dare touch my daughter's things! Get out!"
She remembered how she had coveted this room—it was spacious and bright, so she had insisted her own daughter move in.
Vivian and the other girls had fought her tooth and nail, but in the end, they were no match for her. She had punished them severely—making them kneel, locking them in the dark, denying them food and water—until they finally submitted.
She had heard the stories about Sienna Hart, the so-called "First Daughter of Vallaris." A woman of talent, beauty, and temperament, acting wild and untamable.
At eighteen, she had been the moon that every man in high society dreamed of touching.
Sienna watched the destruction with a detached air. "I'm just redecorating my room. It seems some... filth... has been living in it, and it's making me uncomfortable. Keep smashing. If anyone tries to stop you," she said, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper, "don't bother being polite on my account. A hammer to the head should suffice."
"You... you monster!" Linda snapped.
The guards heard her command and raised their hammers, turning toward Linda.
Linda's face went white with terror. She stumbled backward, and then, with a final gasp, her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted. Aiden quickly had her carried back to their room.
Having the room smashed, Sienna finally turned and pinched Vivian's puffy cheek. "Alright. Time for bed."
"Yay, let's go!"