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Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Kensington
Viola McCoy Having to deal with problematic clients is the less fun part of my job at Reynolds Publishing. And even though I’m already having a bad day from having to walk up the flight of stairs to the eleventh floor because the elevators were under maintenance, now I have to deal with a very difficult client. Mr Kensington is one of the clients I oversee and I’m very sure Linda handed him over to me because she couldn’t handle him. He’s always pulling out of deals last minute and the last one he did might actually cost us money. Linda Cartwright, the head of our department, doesn't want that to happen because the editorial department ratings have gone down and if it tanks further, we might actually be in trouble. So while I wait in the conference room to have a meeting with Mr Kensington, I pray in my heart that Logan isn’t the boss Linda told me would be joining us for the meeting. I’ve done a great job avoiding him for the past few days. He’d thought we were cool just b
Last Updated : 2025-03-29Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Book Fair Team
Viola McCoy “I don’t think your bad conduct has anything to do with Mrs McCoy here. Do better, Kensington.” Logan says as he gets on his feet, turning to me. “Also, see me in my office in five minutes.” He doesn’t even wait for my response before walking out of the conference room. I feel a sting of something so I push it down. I’m not sad that Logan is suddenly so cold to me. That’s exactly what I want. I get on my feet and turn to Mr Kensington. My lips curl into a mocking smile. “Like the boss said, do better.” I grab my bag and walk out of the conference room. As soon as I’m out, I’m immediately hit with the realization that I have to be in Logan’s office in the next few minutes. My palms suddenly grow sweaty and I gulp down. He’s my boss, what reason might he want me to see me in his office if not for work purposes? So I raise my head up and start walking confidently towards his office. Getting to the door, I take another deep breath before knocking. Once, twice. I hear a s
Last Updated : 2025-03-29Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Event
Logan Reynolds Adding Viola to the team was part of my plan to stop her from avoiding me. I hate how selfish I sound, but I hate even more how much her distance is messing with me. It’s been days, and it still feels like a weight pressing against my ribs. I tell myself I don’t care. But I know I’m lying.Julian hasn’t reached out to me since that dinner night. Figures, he already made his message clear and any further interactions might not be needed.I bury my face in my palms again. Besides having to worry about Viola for no reason whatsoever, I have an event I have to attend tonight. I can’t bail on it even though I’m in a terrible mood. And I also think my father is trying to set me up with someone at the event.I just hope it’s not the mayor’s daughter because I’ve told him a couple of times that I’m not interested in her, or any other woman, to be honest. I have a lot of healing and moving on to do.For the rest of the day, I try to focus on just work. By the time I leav
Last Updated : 2025-03-30Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Party
Viola McCoy. I stare at myself one last time in the mirror before grabbing my bag from the dresser. I’m in a tight black maxi dress that hugs every curve. My hair is pulled into a sleek bun with flawless makeup but not too much. The only piece of jewelry I wear is my wedding ring.I don’t want to go tonight. Every inch of me is screaming to stay in this room, to kick off these heels and sink under the covers, to pretend for just one night that this life isn’t mine. But I know better. Turning Julian down would do me no good. I exhale and step out of the bedroom, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor as I make my way downstairs. Julian is already waiting for me at the bottom, adjusting the cuff of his suit jacket. When he looks up and sees me, his lips curl into a smile—one I haven’t seen in a long time. It’s almost enough to make me forget all the nights he’s been cold, the moments he’s looked right through me like I’m nothing. "You look stunning." I blink at him,
Last Updated : 2025-03-30Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Ruin
Viola McCoy I take a deep breath as I slip into the crowd, willing myself to disappear. So what if Logan is here? At the same event as me? It doesn’t mean anything. It shouldn’t mean anything. I came here with my husband—who’s probably off somewhere flashing that charming smile at another woman—but who cares? I do. No. I shove the thought down, drowning it with the clinking of glasses and murmured conversations around me. I need something to take the edge off. My heels click against the polished floor as I make my way toward the bar. I slip the waiter a ten without saying a word. He nods, sliding a glass of scotch in front of me. The rich amber liquid catches the light, swirling slightly as I lift it. I don’t hesitate. I throw back the shot.For a moment, I close my eyes, letting the warmth settle. Then, I start moving. I weave through the crowd, scanning the room for Julian. My heartbeat is steady now. The sooner I find him, the sooner I can remind myself where I be
Last Updated : 2025-03-30Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Holding On
Logan Reynolds Why do I never get the disaster heads-up instinct? That gut feeling that warns you, ‘hey, this isn’t going to end well, turn back now, man.’ Maybe I just suck at listening. I shift uncomfortably with my whiskey glass cold against my palm, as Madeline Rein clings to my arm. She’s flashing that bright, polished smile at my father but he’s watching her like she’s a well-trained chess piece sliding into position. My father never does something without a reason and him setting me up with Madeline probably has one selfish reason behind it."Logan," Madeline coos, turning to me. She bats her eyelashes. “Are you going to dance with me?”Rolling naked in a field of broken glass would be preferable to going on that dance floor with her. Standing next to her already scares me. What if I wake up tomorrow with my name tied to Madeline Rein? The queen of scandals."Not tonight," I say flatly. "Pleaseee," she drags out, tilting her head, knowing damn well most men would jum
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Numb
Viola McCoy Logan’s cologne is still on his jacket and it makes my skin feel too warm and my heartbeat a little too unsteady. I take a breath. After confirming that my dress hadn’t actually torn and it was just a zipper malfunction, I fix it. It’s good as new now. I take off Logan’s jacket, hesitating for a second before stepping out into the hallway. He’s gone. My stomach dips. Where did he disappear to? I shake it off and start walking back toward the party, gripping his jacket in my hands. I tellmyself I’ll just find him, return it, and— I see him. He’s dancing with her.The supermodel, Madeline Rein.She’s pressed up against him and her arms are draped around his shoulders. Her lips move closer to his ear and she whispers something that makes him smirk. I don’t know why I stop. I don’t know why I care.I swallow and force myself to move, but before I can take another step, a firm hand grips my wrist. It’s Julian. He leans in close, his breath warm agains
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Late
Viola McCoyThe banging doesn’t stop. “Viola, please—open the door. I didn’t mean to… I swear, baby, it was a mistake.” I close my eyes and press the heels of my hands into them, willing the exhaustion to take over. But sleep won’t come. Not when Julian’s keeps coming from the other side of the door. “I love you, okay? I just, I lost my temper. You know I didn’t mean it.” The door rattles as he leans his forehead against it, his voice muffled but still too loud in the silence of our bedroom. “I just need you to talk to me,” he pleads. “Don’t do this, Vi.” I don’t answer. Instead, I tighten my grip on my laptop, my fingers trembling slightly as I stare at the blinking cursor on the screen. I should be sleeping. But instead, I write. The words spill out faster than I can process them, my fingers flying across the keyboard. I haven’t updated ‘Who Was I Before You?’ in days, but now the story flows easily, as if my female lead has been waiting for me to finally set her
Last Updated : 2025-03-31
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Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Escape
Logan ReynoldsI should’ve known something was up when Julian invited me over. Never thought he’d reach out to me. If anything, he should be wary of me, not shooting out casual texts saying we’re old friends. And yet, I showed up. Like an idiot. Thinking maybe—just maybe—I’d get to see Viola. Talk to her. See through the cracks in whatever illusion they’re trying to sell as a happy marriage.Now I’m sitting at this long-ass mahogany table, surrounded by a sea of fake smiles and passive-aggressive comments. I regret it already. The air is thick with roasted meat and tension. There’s a massive centerpiece of red roses and golden eucalyptus that looks expensive but smells faintly like mildew. Across from me, Julian’s cousin is twirling her hair around a manicured finger, eyes locked on me like I’m a steak she wants to sink her teeth into.“So… what do you do?” she asks, voice sugar-sweet and clearly rehearsed.I clear my throat, pushing the mashed potatoes around my plate with the
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Dreadful
Viola McCoy For the rest of the day, my mind is a chaotic mess. I’m unable to think of anything besides the scene in the elevator. I tell myself it didn’t mean anything. That it was just tension—claustrophobia, proximity, fatigue. Anything but real. But it’s a lie, and I know it.Still, I manage to get through the rest of my workday without any more intrusive thoughts clawing at me. I focus on spreadsheets, keep my head down, smile at the interns like everything’s normal. Like I’m not completely unraveling on the inside.Julian hasn’t texted all day. Not a single word. But I’m sure he saw the missed calls, saw the timestamp when I got home, saw Logan’s car dropping me off. I wonder what’s running through his mind right now. I want to believe he’ll understand, but who am I kidding? Even I wouldn’t believe me.Even if I keep reassuring him that nothing happened, that it’s not what it looks like... deep down, I know it is what it looks like. Maybe worse.I drive home in silence, hand
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Clarity
Logan Reynolds She said it.She said not feeling seen isn’t enough reason to tear down a marriage. And maybe she’s right. Maybe that alone doesn’t justify lighting a match to vows and rings and promises made in front of people who believed them. But I know it’s not just about being seen. There’s more. So much more.Like the way her voice changes when she says his name. Hollow. Or how her hands shake when she thinks no one’s watching. Or the way she looks at me like I’m oxygen in a room that keeps running out of air.And now, we’re stuck. In a goddamn elevator.I lean back against the cold metal wall, arms crossed, trying to breathe past the heat pooling low in my chest. I can still feel the soft imprint of her waist under my hands. The tension in her spine when I touched her. The way her body moved without thinking, grabbing onto me when the elevator shuddered.She’s curled up on the floor now, knees pulled tight to her chest, like she’s trying to make herself disappear. Her he
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Truth
Viola McCoyI step back instinctively, my spine pressing into the cold metallic wall. My knees weaken. My voice dies in my throat. “Tell me it wasn’t a mistake,” he whispers. “Tell me you were sober, Vi.”For a moment, I think I might say something but the elevator jolts, almost making me fatal but he’s quick to grab my waist to steady me. But the movement doesn’t seem to budge him. He just wants my answer.Logan’s hands are still on my waist. One steadying me, the other just… there. Holding. His touch isn’t forceful, but it burns like it’s made of fire. I close my eyes for a second, just a second, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne—clean, woodsy, sharp with the kind of masculinity that shouldn't make my knees weak right now, but absolutely does.He steps back half a foot, just enough for me to breathe. “Say it now. Tell me it meant nothing. Tell me you were drunk. Tell me I imagined every damn second of it.”I swallow. Hard. My throat feels like it’s coated in sandpaper. “I was
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Confrontation
Viola McCoy My mind is a mess as I drive to the office the following morning. My hands grip the steering wheel tighter than necessary, and I’m only vaguely aware of how cold they are, how stiff my knuckles feel. I haven’t slept well. I tossed all night.Julian hasn’t said a word to me since that kiss. Since those awful, awful words left his mouth. Whore. The word still clings to my skin like cigarette smoke, something I can’t quite scrub off, no matter how many showers I take. He kissed me after saying it. Touched me like he owned every broken piece of me. And then there’s Logan.I press my foot to the brake a little too hard as I pull into the parking lot. My heart stumbles in my chest when I see his car already parked. Of course he’s here. Early, like always. Reliable, in that maddening, inconvenient way. I kill the engine.I’ll have to face him. I know that. I can’t keep avoiding him forever, no matter how much my body trembles at the thought. I need to tell him the kiss was
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Realize
Viola McCoy An hour has passed. He said he was coming.I guess he isn’t and I’m relieved.Well… sort of. Maybe.I slide out of bed. My head is still heavy, like there’s a slow-burning fire behind my eyes. My skin feels clammy under my robe, the fever hasn’t quite broken. I shuffle toward the door and down the stairs, clutching the handrail. The house is oddly quiet and yet something smells… sweet. Pancakes.Julian’s pancakes.The scent hits me before I even make it to the kitchen. My stomach clenches. Hunger, sure. But mostly guilt. He’s trying. He’s being sweet, and somehow that’s making it worse.I pause just outside the kitchen and inhale sharply, steadying myself. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to look at him and lie. But I also don’t want to tell him the truth. Not when I’m still trying to untangle it myself.I step inside.He’s at the stove, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he flips a pancake with too much force. It slaps the pan. He’s wearing his "domestic" fac
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine An answer
Logan Reynolds I’m still at my desk, but my head isn’t in this office anymore.The taste of her lips, it’s still there. Like the ghost of something sweet I wasn’t supposed to have but took anyway. It lingers. Just like the look in her eyes right before it happened. The hesitation, the silent chaos flickering behind her lashes. She kissed me back. That much I know. She wanted it in that moment. I felt it in the way her hands clung to me like she needed someone to steady her.Now? Now, it’s like it never happened.I drag a hand down my face, staring blankly at my phone, screen still lit up from the last message I sent Viola. Me: “You’re avoiding my texts? I’m coming over to see you.”I didn’t mean it. Not really. I just wanted her to respond. To say something. Anything. The silence is driving me up the damn wall. I need clarity. Not this aching uncertainty that’s been riding my shoulders since the second I left her on that porch last night. Her hair was dripping, her lips swoll
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine After
Viola McCoy The ceiling hasn’t changed since the last time I looked at it. I let my eyes blur until it’s all white and meaningless again. The sun has long since set behind the thick curtains I never pulled open. I know I’m late for work. I know people are probably wondering where I am. But I just... can’t move.My body feels like it’s been dragged underwater and left there—heavy, slow, feverish. The rain that beat against me last night must’ve won. But worse than the cold lodged in my bones is the guilt in my chest. Logan kissed me. No. I kissed him too. I didn’t pull away. I didn’t stop him. I let it happen. And worse, I felt something.I roll over too fast and nearly fall off the bed. My forehead burns as I press it to the edge of my pillow. I feel like I’m being slowly cooked from the inside out, but the pit in my stomach is colder than anything. I kissed Logan. I let myself want him.There’s a light knock on the door. Julian?I lift my head slowly. He left me at the part
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Letting go
Viola McCoy Logan starts the car, the sound of the rain intensifying as it pelts the roof. I can’t look at him. My heart is still racing, and I’m not sure if I can handle whatever it is I’m feeling right now. Why is he still here? Why did he stay when everyone else left? “You stayed behind?” My voice is shaky, and I hate it. I hate that I can’t even ask without sounding like I don’t understand why. Logan glances at me. “I saw when Julian’s car drove off, I didn’t see you next to him. Plus, you ran down the hallway and never came out, so I thought you passed out somewhere.” He was looking for me? My heart flips in my chest. I bite my lip to keep it together, but my hands still tremble in my lap. “Do you still feel cold?” he asks after a moment, glancing over at me. I shake my head, trying to act like I’m fine, but I’m not. I’m anything but fine. The rain is still hammering the car. Logan passes his coat to me, and I take it, wrapping it around my shoulders. But even the wa
