Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I have always been the smartest person in the room. I was valedictorian in high school, top of my class in college, and the brightest kid in every single classroom I ever walked into. If Alessandro Costello thinks he’s outplayed me, he’s in for a rude awakening. I've always got a game plan. And a backup plan. And a backup for the backup. I don’t just wing it; every single move is meticulously thought out, every little detail tweaked to perfection. When I make a move, you better believe it's all been plotted and planned with precision, down to the very last second. I've got contingencies for my contingencies. When I act, it’s because I’ve already run through every scenario in my head. There’s no such thing as chance or luck in my world, just calculated decisions and flawless execution. He's playing checkers, and I’m playing chess. I strolled into La Notte Nera—The Black Night—one of the swankiest nightclubs the Costellos owned. This was their playground, where th
Viviane☩═✦═☩I have always loved a good challenge. I thrive on them. My mind fires on all cylinders when I'm faced with something tough. The moment I stood in front of those doors, I knew stepping through meant diving headfirst into a whirlwind. Costello would push my limits, throw curveballs, and see if he could make me crack because I had threatened him last night, and men like him don't take threats lightly. And that’s exactly why I wanted to march in there and take him on. The higher the stakes, the more alive I felt.I enjoyed the rush of a good problem, the tension that built with each twist and turn, and the sweet, intoxicating high when I finally cracked it wide open. The thought of Alessandro testing me didn't scare me; it excited me. I wanted to see just how far he could push before I pushed back harder. I wasn't just confident; I was certain. Certain that no matter what was behind those doors, I could handle it. The address Mr. Blue Eyes had given me led to a nondesc
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I'm not good at teamwork, never been, never will be... I've always been a lone wolf, I have never relied on no one but myself. The idea of sharing the reins, whether in my career or my personal life, is more than just unsettling—it’s downright terrifying. I’ve always prided myself on not needing anyone to hold my hand. The mere thought of a partner, in any sense of the word, sends a shiver down my spine. It’s why my love life has been a series of brief encounters and fleeting flings. Relationships? They’re a foreign concept to me. I’ve tried to find someone who meets my standards, but every man I’ve met has fallen short, painfully so. Sometimes, I wonder if the man of my dreams even exists, or if he’s just a figment of my overactive imagination. So here I am, standing in the middle of this office, surrounded by a mishmash of tech nerds and petty criminals. I scanned the room, trying to figure out where, or if, I fit into this place. The uncertainty gnaws
Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ As I strode into the office, I glanced at Calla, who trailed behind me, her heels clicking on the floor, “Did Ms. Kane make it back with the package this morning?” Calla let out an exaggerated sigh, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder with a dismissive flick. “I knew she was all talk and no bite,” she muttered, “You should have sent me. She probably pulled some idiotic stunt and got herself arrested at the border.” I frowned, Calla’s tone grating on me. I didn’t take Freckles for someone who’d be reckless enough to get caught. She had too much skill to make a rookie mistake like that. "Did you check in with Hugo?" I asked. Calla shrugged nonchalantly, "Not yet. I’ll give him a call, but seriously, Alessandro, are you really going to bust her out if she’s in jail?" I stopped and turned to face her, pushing the ends of my jacket back as I slid my hands into my pockets. I let my gaze settle on her with a calm intensity that made her shift slightly, "What
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I’m not the type to lose my cool over every little thing. I mean, usually, I’m pretty level-headed—takes a lot to get under my skin. But when three big guys decide they want to kill you, and you realize that some conniving bitch set you up to fail? Well, all that calm, rational thinking just goes straight out the window. Suddenly, I’m not me anymore—I’m a motherfucking hulk, something that’s ready to rip the world apart just to get even. It’s like flipping a switch, and all I can see is red. If that means unleashing a little violence to set things right, so be it. I may have gone full Hulk yesterday, but today? Today, I was as cool as a cucumber. With my coffee in hand, I rode the elevator up, mentally preparing myself for whatever Alessandro had in store for today. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but one thing was certain: I needed that payday. Felicity’s dialysis didn’t come cheap, and until we found a donor, I was going to have to grit my teeth and get through
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I don't give up easily. But when the situation calls for it, I might play along, let them think I’ve folded. Inside, though? I’m just getting started. I’ll let them see what they want to see—weakness, defeat, submission—but that’s just the smoke screen. If he wants me to play the obedient little errand girl, fine—I can play that role. But he has no idea I’m just biding my time until I get my hands on what really matters. I started setting up the coffee machine, the hum of the machine doing little to drown out the boiling anger in my veins. Through the glass walls, I caught sight of Calla heading toward the janitor’s closet, a mop dangling from her hand. She shoved it inside with more force than necessary before turning her gaze on me. “Having fun?” she called out, her voice dripping with mockery as she stepped inside the break room. “Oh, yeah, I’m living the dream,” I shot back with biting sarcasm. I turned to face her, crossing my arms. “You know this is all yo
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