Chapter 32 - Fuck you, Costello!

Viviane

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My plans don’t miss.

I never leave loose ends. But desperation has a way of turning clean cuts into bloody messes.

And when you’re up against someone who’s just as ruthless, just as hellbent on winning as you are, things get… messier.

The bastard is good at it. Smart enough to see the traps I lay out and sly enough to turn them right back on me.

He's patient—the kind who bides his time and waits for me to get cocky, to think I've got him where I want him. That’s when he strikes, with a viciousness that almost makes me admire him. Almost.

I stood in his office, dressed in a sleek black bodysuit and tight leather pants, my high ponytail swaying like a whip behind me. I’d come here armed with confidence, but all that self-assurance shattered like glass the second he opened his mouth.

He took his time crossing the room, each step deliberate, eyes locked on mine with that infuriating, self-satisfied smile curling his lips.

He stopped just a foot away—close enough