Five Years Up I Reveal I'm The Richest He Kneels And Begs novel Chapter 9

At the hospital, Adrian had been juggling care between Celeste and the children when he received word that Sienna had quietly checked herself out.

He began sending messages one after another.

[Sienna, why did you leave the hospital so early? Are your injuries still hurting?]

[Are you still mad at me?]

[Why aren’t you replying? Are you asleep?]

Every message vanished into the void.

Adrian frowned. A strange unease stirred in his chest.

This wasn’t like her.

No matter how upset she had been before, as long as he coaxed her like this, she’d eventually give in and reply.

A few days later, Celeste and the baby were discharged. Adrian brought them home to the Prescott

Penthouse.

All the way there, he rehearsed what to say to explain himself to Sienna.

But when he opened the front door, her room was empty.

All her belongings were gone.

On the coffee table in the living room sat a single note: [Adrian Prescott, we’re done.]

He froze. Then rage surged through him. He crushed the note in his fist and hurled it to the

ground, immediately ordering his people to find her.

Celeste quickly stopped him.

“Adrian, don’t overreact. She’s clearly just throwing a tantrum again. You’ve spoiled her too much these past five years. She’s used to throwing little fits and storming off.”

She paused, her voice soft but certain, laced with disdain.

“Did you forget where she came from? She’s lived in luxury all these years–there’s no way she can handle the real world. No money, no connections… she’ll last a few days out there, then crawl back on her own. If you chase after her now, she’ll only push you further.”

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Her words settled like a stone in his chest, calming the panic that had started to rise.

Right. Where could she possibly go?

After five years of being pampered, could she really give it all up?

This so–called breakup was probably just her way of forcing him to beg a little harder.

He wouldn’t play into her hands.

“You’re right.” He exhaled sharply, his eyes regaining a sharp, controlling edge.

“I’ve been too soft. She’s gotten used to me loving her too much.”

“Let her cool off. She’ll come back.”

For the next week, he forced himself not to look for her, staying at home with Celeste and the kids. But the uneasy only deepened with each passing day.

Then one morning, a group of his friends showed up, buzzing with excitement.

“Adrian! You’ve got to come out–there’s a major event happening!” one of them slapped him on

the back.

“Did you hear? The Sloane family’s mysterious heiress–hidden for five years—is finally making her debut! She just completed her trial period and today she’s holding an inheritance ceremony and selection banquet at Skycrest Tower!”

“Yeah, it’s a massive affair! Every eligible bachelor in the city’s been invited. She’s picking her official partner on the spot!”

“We all got invitations! Let’s go try our luck!”

Adrian frowned deeper and waved a hand impatiently.

“I’m not going. I’m not in the mood.”

His mind was still clouded with thoughts of Sienna–where she was, how she was. He couldn’t

care less about some heiress’s selection party.

Celeste looped her arm through his gently.

“Come on, Adrian. Let’s go. I’m curious too. Everyone’s talking about how grand it is. I want to see what makes this so–called Sloane heiress so special. Who knows, maybe we’ll get the chance

to make connection. ”

Eventually, he relented.

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The banquet hall was dazzling. Luxury glittered in every corner, and the guest list was a who’s who of elite society.

Celeste’s eyes lit up at every turn, while Adrian’s friends eagerly chatted, hoping they’d catch the heiress’s eye.

Only Adrian stood in the corner, swirling a glass of wine, his thoughts drifting endlessly to Sienna.

Suddenly, the emcee walked onto the stage, voice trembling with excitement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming the sole heiress of the Sloane Group, returned from her five–year journey–Miss Sloane herself!”

Spotlights converged on the spiral staircase.

At the top, a young woman in an ice–blue gown began to descend slowly.

Her features were stunning, her figure poised and graceful, her presence commanding. The room went silent–only gasps and murmurs of awe remained.

Adrian lifted his eyes lazily.

Then–crash. The wine glass in his hand fell and shattered at his feet.

His eyes locked on the figure descending the stairs.

The shape. The walk. The face.

So familiar it was carved into his bones.

His pupils shrank violently, his body frozen, overcome by a surge of disbelief, terror, and a mounting, uncontrollable panic.

Sienna…?