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Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I’ve always known how to turn heads when I want to... I can play the bombshell role like a pro, and I’ve done it enough times to know the power it holds. Back in college, they used to call me a real-life Jessica Rabbit. So, naturally, one Halloween, I decided to take that to the next level. I slipped into that infamous red dress, threw on some killer heels, and strutted my way into the party. The reaction was priceless—guys tripping over themselves jaws hitting the floor. It was chaos, and I reveled in every second of it. I didn’t do it because I needed the attention; I did it because I thrive on the chaos I can create. It’s like a high, watching people lose their composure, knowing I’m the one pulling the strings. It’s a game, and I play it well. “WeAr soMeThiNG tHAt’lL mAkE mEn sTArE” Like men don’t stare no matter what you wear, right? It doesn’t matter if you’re in a hoodie and jeans or strutting in a bikini—half of them still act like they’ve never seen a
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ My sex life? Barely existent these days. Not that I’m complaining—I've got bigger fish to fry with Fliss needing me around the clock. But tonight, she’s with Brandon, and for once, I've got a few hours to myself. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let myself have a little fun. Hell, I might even entertain the idea of taking someone home tonight... if they’re lucky. Time to scratch that itch I’ve been ignoring for months. I had set the timer for twenty-five minutes right after Alessandro left because I had work to do. I wasn’t about to let a big payday slip through my fingers, no matter what game he had in mind. Besides, I was more than ready to handle whatever he threw my way. I turned back to the guy I’d been talking to for the last twenty minutes. It was clear he was just looking for a quick fuck, and honestly, I wasn’t above it either. I’m not the kind of woman who’s going to sugarcoat shit—I hook up when I need to scratch the itch because holding down a relationshi
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ If there’s one thing I pride myself on, it’s my attention to detail. I don’t just notice things; I see them, really see them. Once something crosses my line of sight, it’s locked in. Faces, places, the way someone nervously taps their foot—those things stick with me. It's what keeps me ahead of the game. Knowing what others miss, seeing what they don’t. It’s like playing a mental chess match where I’ve already memorized all the moves. And trust me, when it comes down to it, I never forget the pieces on the board. And as Alessandro stood behind me in the dark where no one could see us, my mind involuntarily focused on every little detail. His presence behind me was like a live wire, hot and electric. The way his voice dipped low in my ear, so deep and smoky, his breath, hot and teasing against my skin, made my pulse quicken, each exhale like a whisper that only I could hear. The way his fingers had curled around my waist, holding me in place. When his thumb b
Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ I didn’t have the stomach for incompetence. I wasn’t running some bleeding-heart charity here—I had an empire to maintain. If you couldn’t handle the heat, you weren’t worth my time. The weak were meant to be crushed, not coddled, and I had no patience for anyone who couldn’t pull their own weight. I had no interest in holding anyone’s hand through the cruelties of our world. But a part of me got a certain thrill from it—watching people crumble, seeing them realize just how deep they were in. The way their faces twisted, their confidence shattered, every ounce of hope they had left turning to dust. That was the part I lived for. People had to learn the hard way that this world chews you up and spits you out. And me? I enjoyed the chewing. Watching them fall apart, one piece at a time, was practically an art form. Most people cracked like eggshells—too easy, really. But every crack, every twitch of their pathetic hope dying out, was still satisfying. It neve
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ It takes a lot more than a man’s touch to get under my skin. I don’t blush easily, and I sure as hell don’t get turned on by a little brush of fingers. But here I was. The night air was cool against my skin, but the heat between my legs was anything but. Here I was, in the darkness of a parking lot, one leg hooked around his broad shoulder while he devoured me like he’d been craving this all damn night. I had told him to wait for me earlier at the club, half-expecting him to blow me off. So imagine my surprise when he actually stuck around. His tongue moved with a skill that made me wonder just how many women had been in this exact position before. But right now, I didn’t give a damn. Every flick of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure through me, making it hard to remember that this had all started with a simple flirtation. I had my back pressed up against the cold metal of a car, but the chill barely registered. All I could focus on was the way he was worshippin
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ Disappointment wasn’t something I was used to feeling, especially not when it came to myself. But today? I was pissed. So fucking pissed at myself. Last night was a complete disaster, and not for the reasons it should’ve been. I could handle the dead body, the blood on my hands, the messy clean-up—hell, that was just another day in this line of work. But the fact that I let myself get all twisted up over Alessandro? That was what really set me off. I wasn’t the kind of woman who lost her head over a guy. Never had been, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to start now. But there I was, letting that smug bastard worm his way into my thoughts, into my fucking fantasies. It was pathetic. It was beneath me. And it made my blood boil. I threw open my closet, yanking out clothes with more force than necessary, needing something to do with my hands before I punched a hole through the wall. Alessandro was nothing but a means to an end, a dangerous tool in a world where e
Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ Domenico Costello had three sons—Luciano, Mario, and Vito. In our world, the family order means everything. Luciano, being the eldest, naturally became the Don, taking the weight of the family legacy on his shoulders. Mario, his second-in-command, the Underboss, was his trusted shadow. My father, Vito? He was the muscle. The enforcer. The one sent when words failed and blood needed spilling. He thrived in that chaos. Luciano had a son, Nikolai, to carry on his name. Mario had Marco, the heir to his empire. Then there was my father, Vito. His first child was Bianca, from his marriage to his perfect, first wife. Bianca Costello was everything the family could’ve asked for in a daughter—poised, elegant, and everyone's favorite girl. But Vito wasn’t the faithful kind like his brothers. He never was. He cheated on Bianca’s mother with my mother—his mistress at the time. And when she got pregnant with me, he did the unthinkable in the history of the Costello fa
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I don't do well with ignorance. If someone dares to ignore me, I’ll make sure they feel what it’s like to be invisible—twice as hard and with a smile. I’ll make it my mission to show them just how irrelevant they are to me. And I do it with a smile. See, it’s not about pettiness—it’s strategy. I’ll make sure my silence speaks louder than anything you could ever say. It’s funny, really, how people underestimate subtlety. They think it’s weakness, that silence means submission. They couldn’t be more wrong. Silence, when used properly, is a weapon. I’ve mastered the art of making someone realize they’re nothing without ever lifting a finger. It’s more fun that way—watching them figure it out on their own, bit by bit. That's what I've been doing for the past three days, I’ve perfected the art of vanishing. Every time Alessandro storms out of his office like a hurricane, barking orders and looking for someone to rip apart, I slip into the background like a shadow. Wh
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Viviane ☩═✦═☩ He had my attention, all of it. And yeah, I know how that sounds—stupid as hell. But there it was, pulling at me, sneaking up every time I tried to put my focus anywhere else. I told myself it was nothing. Just a phase. A momentary lapse of judgment because we were alone with nothing better to do. He’s not special, I kept repeating. But now that I am here, he still has all of my attention, that pissed me off more than anything. I clenched my jaw, forced myself to focus on anything—emails, documents, hell, even staring at the coffee stain on my desk would’ve been better. But every damn time I tried to get back on track, my brain betrayed me. A flicker of movement from him, a low hum in his voice when he was on a call, and I was right back where I started. "Viviane," his voice slid over me, smooth as sin, "What did you have on your desk today?" I forced myself to glance back at him after trying so hard not to, "The security breaches," I said, as if he didn’t a
Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ When I walked into the office today, something was different. I felt it before I even crossed the threshold. It was surreal—me, actually smiling. And not the kind of smile that came from hacking, landing a deal or putting someone in their place. No, this was something else. Dom was the first to spot me. He froze, mouth half-open, and then, like a domino effect, everyone in the room followed his gaze. I watched as they all rose from their seats, shock and relief written across their faces. They looked at me like I had died, as if I’d been buried six feet under instead of just off the grid for a bit. Then came Calla and Ha-yoon, practically tripping over themselves in their rush to get to me. Calla moved like she was on a mission, she didn't even let Ha-yoon get close; instead, she practically threw herself into my arms, clutching onto me like I’d vanished forever. She smelled like vanilla and some kind of floral perfume, something I recognized from the countles
Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ The elevator doors slid open, and the second we stepped into Scott's penthouse, I barely had time to blink before Magnus shot across the room, launching himself at me. “Hey, bud,” I murmured, burying my face in his fur as he head-butted me, purring loud enough to drown out Allegra’s laughter. “Did you miss me, little troublemaker.” Allegra, who was waddling in right behind him, laughed softly, holding her belly with one hand. "Oh, believe me, he did. I’ve tried to keep him happy, but I think he’s been counting down the days till his ‘dad’ came home.” Scott gave me a dry look, walking over to Allegra, he pulled her into his arms, one hand cradling her belly like she was made of glass, "He could’ve fooled me. Little menace acted like I was a complete intruder in my own place," he muttered, half to himself, half to Allegra, who simply laughed at him, "And for the record, the little beast was living like a king here." I nodded, "Thanks, Allegra. Really, I owe yo
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ No one had ever killed for me—never for my honor, my safety, or anything at all. The blood was still fresh, still seeping through the cracks in the boat’s wooden floor. Sal’s body was nowhere to be seen, and here I was, wrapped in this strange sense of safety. I glanced around the boat. Nearly a dozen men, all of them tattooed and scarred, men with knuckles rough enough to scrape bone and eyes that didn’t blink twice at the sight of blood. I was strong, I have worked my ass off to be this strong, tougher than people usually guessed but against a group of men like this? Against the strength in their fists, I’d be crushed in seconds. But Alessandro alone made me feel safe around them, a barrier they wouldn’t dare breach. I felt safer with Alessandro than I ever had with anyone, safer than I probably had any right to feel in a place like this. He made me feel... soft, in the best, most terrifying way. With him, I didn’t have to be the strong one. With him there,
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ Two days… Nikolai said he’d send a boat for us in two days. After that, everything became a haze. Time didn’t exist here, not in the way it did out there. Hours, days—it all blurred together, the lines between night and day erased by the way we drowned in each other. The sun had dipped lower, casting an orange glow over the beach as we swam in the ocean. The water was warm against our skin, the sound of our laughter echoing around us but then he stopped, eyes darkening as he pulled me close. His lips found mine, like he had no intention of rushing. Like we had forever. His hands traced lazy patterns on my back as we floated together, I wrapped my legs around him, and for a moment, we were weightless, suspended in the water and in each other. The setting sun became the perfect backdrop to our kiss in the ocean, the fading light wrapping around us like it was made for this moment. Alessandro wasn’t one to keep things gentle for long. We were barely out of the wate
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ If this is heaven, then screw everything else. I could throw my entire life away for this. This is the only thing that makes sense right now, and if I get to feel like this for the rest of my life, sign me the fuck up. His head was buried between my thighs, and the morning light spilling through the window made my bare skin glow. My nipples were stiff, the air teasing them, and all I could hear—aside from the waves crashing outside—was the sound of Alessandro’s mouth on me. My fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer, harder. His tongue moved in ways that had my head spinning, and every inch of my body felt like it was on fire. I let out a low moan, my back arching off the bed as I gripped the headboard like it was the only thing tethering me to reality. He was everywhere—teeth scraping along the inside of my thigh, tongue pressing against me like he was a man on death row savoring his last meal. His stubble burned deliciously against my skin. The way
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ The day Viviane turned sixteen, her life split in two. According to her, that was the day everything changed—for the better. She sat on her bed, legs crossed, laptop propped up in front of her, while her family sang from miles away. Stella, John, and their daughter Felicity were huddled on one side of the video chat, Brandon on the other. The cupcake with a single candle flickered beside her. She wasn’t with them. She was here, in this empty house that barely acknowledged her existence. She blew out the candle, holding back the sting in her eyes. When she playfully pretended to feed them the cupcake through the screen, Stella opened her mouth wide in a theatrical "ahhh," and Brandon joined in with an exaggerated laugh. They were trying, but it wasn’t the same. It never was. Her siblings had sent gifts ahead of time, and after the song, they asked her to open them. Brandon’s was first. She didn’t bother with caution; she tore into the box like she was opening the
Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ High School Graduation... Alessandro Costello was the guy every guy wanted to be. Good-looking in that unfair way—sharp jawline, blue eyes that seemed to pull you in, and a smile that made people weak at the knees. He wasn’t just popular, he owned the school. Captain of the football team, straight A's without even trying, and with a last name that carried power far beyond the hallways. The kind of name that made teachers look twice, that had parents whispering when he passed by. He drove cars that turned heads—sleek, fast, and expensive—cars that left everyone else staring in his rearview mirror. Girls flocked to him like he was the sun, orbiting his every move, waiting for just a glance or a smirk thrown their way. He didn’t have to chase anyone; they came to him. Alessandro didn’t need to try—he was it, the one everyone wanted to be close to, even if it was just to get a glimpse of what life looked like on his level. But that was just what people sa