[Vivienne]I call Rosita right away.She picks up on the first ring.“Hey, Viv. You okay, right?” she says hurriedly, as if she’s been waiting anxiously for the answer.“I am. What’s going on with you? What’s with the cryptic text? Is everything okay?”“Uh… I don’t know how to say this,” she sounds stressed. “Why don’t you come to my office so we can talk about it?”“Ro, you’re scaring me now. Just tell me what’s going on.”“I want to. But I probably shouldn’t. Just get here, and we can talk all about it.”“Ro—”“Please, Viv. Just listen to me this once. I promise I have a very good reason.”I take a deep breath and decide to trust her. “Fine. I’ll be there as soon as possible.”The drive to Rosita’s store is nerve-wracking. The knots in my stomach keep tightening and tightening. The moment Marcus pulls over in front of her store, I’m out of the car like a shot, eager to make sure she’s alright.When I reach the front desk, Gigi guides me to Rosita’s office. I open the glass door and
[Vivienne]I’m pacing the room like crazy, having no idea what else to do. It’s as if my brain is on fire, and my feet need to keep moving. If not, I’ll go crazy for real. I shake my head.“Who would do such a thing? This… disgusting… act of… what? Ridiculing me? Hurting me? Demeaning me? What’s the motive here?”“Well, with the kind of comments coming in, it’s obvious whatever the motive was, they’ve certainly achieved it. And I can’t believe this post already has more than a million views and has been shared by another million. This is ridiculous.” She glares at the screen, still scrolling through social media to keep me updated.I turn to face her, anxious. “Are the comments still coming?”“Yes,” she sighs, running a hand through her hair. “And they’re getting worse. I’m so sorry, Viv. You don’t deserve this.”I know I don’t. In fact, no one deserves this. But that’s the question I need to answer: who would do such a thing? I have to find out the truth and put an end to this madnes
[Vivienne]A few hours later, all the social media platforms have calmed down.Rosita and I try to reload the pages of the posts, but they all seem to have been taken down.“Oh, my God, they did it,” Rosita and I say simultaneously, looking at each other.We’ve shifted from her office to her nap room since neither of us had the strength to deal with this while standing anymore. She sits up instantly, her energy back to normal.“This is crazy. How long has it been? Two hours at most?” She checks the time, and I can’t help my own curiosity.“I don’t know, but I’m just glad it’s over,” I sigh, forcing myself not to look at my phone. I really don’t want to see that post again while scrolling. I have to admit, I’m equally enraged and scared because of this stupid scandal.“Same,” she says, her shoulders also drooping with relief. “You should call Elijah and ask him how he did it.”“I really should, shouldn’t I?” I nod, realizing Harvey and Elijah deserve more than just a thank you. Maybe I’
[Vivienne]I end the call and look back at Rosita.“What the hell is going on?” she asks, and I feel like she’s reading my exact thoughts. “Who took down the posts then?”“I have no idea,” I say, shaking my head, unable to solve this mystery that’s already giving me a headache. “It’s weird, though. My brother and Elijah could’ve made it go away, but they didn’t. They were too late. Someone else got to it first. But why? And who would go to such lengths to help me? It makes no sense.”“Well,” she shrugs, “the good thing is those stupid pictures are down, so I guess there’s nothing to worry about?”“I know, but still. Who would do that?”“Maybe someone realized they were fake and stopped it before it got too out of hand. I mean, there are still good people in the world, right? Not all of us are villains.”I wish I could believe that. But it’s too hard to accept that some stranger did this for me. It feels too far-fetched. “No. I think someone I know did this. And I want to know who that
[Vivienne]When I get home, I check my emails and find Lola’s right in the middle of all the others I still need to read. She must have sent me the list of customers who are returning the pieces they bought, claiming they were sold fakes.What a ridiculous scheme. Did they really think we wouldn’t suspect a thing?I shake my head and head to my room. I put my phone on the charger and grab something to eat before finally heading into the bathroom, planning for a quick shower. Although that might take me some time—I really need to get into that tub right now. All the stress from today has seeped into my bones, and I need to relax.I strip off my clothes and sink into the warm water, letting the heat wrap around me like a cocoon. It feels like the first real moment of peace I’ve had all day, and it feels great to have this moment to myself.I lean my head back against the edge of the tub, closing my eyes for a moment.Too bad, my mind keeps racing back to that mystery person.Who the hel
[Vivienne]I blink a few times, trying to wrap my head around the scene before me.“Anna?”She’s sitting right there, slumped on the floor, her entire body shaking, loud sobs racking through her.I look around, trying to understand what the hell just happened. My gaze lands on the old man, now unconscious on the floor, and I realize how quickly everything unfolded.Somehow, I push myself off the floor and race to my bedroom for my phone. I call the guards and tell them everything. After they assure me they’ll be at my place as soon as possible, only then do I rush back out, only to find Anna now trying to pick the old man up. His lifeless hand slumps around her neck as she struggles to lift him, but she fails miserably against the man’s enormous size.She keeps stumbling but doesn’t give up, not even once.I have no choice but to help her. Despite my reluctance to be anywhere near him, I offer support from the other side, and together we manage to toss him onto the nearest couch.He l
[Vivienne]My head throbs, trying to process everything Anna just told me.I don’t think I can handle any more shocks or surprises. I just want to sit down, close my eyes, and stop thinking about the disaster this day has become.But I can’t. Not yet. Not when Anna is still here, crying, with that unconscious man snoring on my couch.Thankfully, the guards arrive just then with the building caretaker, Mr. Johnson, a lithe man with a half-bald head and sleepy eyes.“We’re here, Ms. Sinclair. I personally want to apologize for the oversight by the guards, who clearly didn’t do their job.”“Hey, we did our job just fine,” one of the guards rolls his eyes, clearly not agreeing. “He had the pass. That’s why we let him through.”The other guard checks the old man’s pockets and grunts when he finds something. “Here it is,” he says, turning around to show the pass. “See? Not our mistake. The guy had the pass, like Max said.”I glance over my shoulder and see Anna looking terrified. She meets
[Vivienne]My eyes hurt like hell, but I keep them open, not wanting to fall asleep in front of the police officer.“So, let me get this clear,” the man says, not looking even remotely interested. “You’re here to report a missing person—someone I’ve already told you isn’t worth reporting?” he looks at Anna, frowning. “Listen. I get that you’re worried, but this is just a waste of time. I know your neighborhood like the back of my hand. No boy ever goes missing there. They just leave home because they don’t give a crap anymore.”“You’re wrong,” Anna’s voice cracks as she fights to hold back the tears. “Javier isn’t like that. He’s a good boy. He keeps his head down, never causes trouble.”“Well, that’s what every family thinks,” the officer grunts, shifting his bulging belly, which is spilling out from between the gaping buttons of his shirt. “That their kid’s the best. That they do nothing wrong. Then, boom—they’re thieves, or worse. Stealing, messing around for kicks.”“How can you s
[Astrid]I stare at the mess in my room.The shattered vase. The broken laptop. The pieces of other furniture overturned and out of place.But even with all this destruction, I feel nothing but rage.Pure, white rage. The kind that makes me want to rip someone’s throat out. Especially that of Vivienne. And her fucking son.I ball my fists, the veins in my hands popping as I fight to keep my control. But it's slipping, fast. I want to scream, to break every damn thing in sight until there’s nothing left. Until I feel something other than this boiling fury that’s choking me from the inside out.How dare she? How dare she take what’s mine? How dare she get so close to Caden? And go on that vacation with him?Did she learn nothing from the past? Is she not afraid that the way she’s going, she’s making an enemy out of me? Out of Astrid? Does she even know whom she’s messing with?I curl my fingers around the glass of water on the table, before tossing it away against the wall too.It shatt
[Vivienne]I have to say, Caden has a way of doing things that not only gets his work done, but also leaves the other party too confused yet satisfied for their own good.Now, I’m not saying that being shoved against the door and having his face so ridiculously close to mine is satisfying in some weird kind of way, but it surely is leaving me confused for sure.“What are you doing, Caden?” I cannot help but ask, finally able to find my voice after a minute of intimate staring and a confusingly beating heart.I know being jealous has always been Caden’s strongest streak, but I never thought he was jealous because of me. Not that I have deliberately tried to make him feel that way. Ever. It was always him, surrounded by Sasha and her dramatic ways, making me feel like a third wheel of sorts.I try to push him away, but he doesn’t dare budge. His dark eyes remain stuck on mine, his hands clasped around my waist.“Whatever you think.”I sigh, reminding myself once again how wrong everythi
[Caden]After spending almost the entire day at the clinic, when we return to our hotel suite, Ben and Axel drop dead the second their heads hit the pillow.Vivienne, on the other hand, excuses herself for a quick shower and a change of clothes, while I decide to do the same.However, before I pick out my clothes from the wardrobe, my phone starts to ring.Astrid’s name flashes on the screen, and I almost roll my eyes.Almost. Instead, I answer. “Speak.”"Are you serious, Caden?" she asks, so loudly that I have to pull the phone away from my ear a little."What's the matter?""What's the matter?" she repeats, as if she can't quite believe I asked her something so boldly. "What isn't the matter? When the hell were you going to tell me that you were going to Japan with that ex of yours? When, huh? Is this how you treat me now? Keeping me in the dark while having a vacation at some royal hotel suite?"I pinch the bridge of my nose, already feeling a headache brewing. "It's not a vacation
[Vivienne]Caden was right when he told me that Dr. Kaito is not just another doctor in a lab coat with a stethoscope looped around his neck.Oh, no. He’s so much more than that.To be honest, I have never seen a professional doctor quite like him.First of all, he’s not dressed like one.Secondly, he doesn’t talk like one either. No complicated medical words with him. No unnecessary attempt to appease us or assure us. And certainly not interested in the fact that Caden and I are among the richest people in the world.The moment we stepped into his cabin, his entire attention has been on Axel only.Which, of course, I’m glad for, but still. He really asked us nothing. Not his medical history. Not his symptoms. Not even his age, or how long he has been like this.The only thing I have done since we took seats on the couch across from his long desk is hold my breath and keep my mouth shut.Now, almost an hour has passed, and Dr. Kaito and Axel finally return their attention to us.Dr. K
[Vivienne]“Dr. Kaito will see you now,” the receptionist announced.I look up from my lap and glance around for the hundredth time.Ever since we walked into the building, I have been nervous as hell—and for all the right reasons, I would like to say.For the first time, Dr. Kaito will see Axel, and my son will get to know if he’ll ever get to see like normal kids out there. And that thought alone makes me feel all kinds of anxious. Never in my life have I been this nervous. My palms are sweating, my legs are shaking, and my throat feels dry beyond rationality. My brain is a complex mishmash of positivity and negativity. It’s not like I want to think of the worst, but my heart doesn’t know how to handle this situation without taking everything into account.I need to know how this meeting can go. I need to know so I will be ready for whatever the outcome might be.“Are you alright?” Caden’s familiar deep voice arrives from next to me. He’s probably wondering why I haven’t moved from
[Vivienne]Caden’s about to press his lips to mine, and I’m about to allow it, when something growls so loudly in the room, we both pause, turn stiff, and stare at each other for one long moment.Then, we both burst into laughter.Caden’s face dips into the crook of my neck while I feel embarrassed and giddy at the same time.The thing that growled?My stomach.Caden finally lifts his head, dark eyes crinkling with all the lightheartedness in the world. “You’re hungry.”“Yup,” I mumble, trying to look away but can’t. It’s as if I’m still in some kind of trance, and looking away will break it. “Did I forget to mention?”He shakes his head, and then, thankfully, gets up. Back on his feet, he helps me sit up and then runs a hand through his dark hair. “I’ll order something for you.”“It’s okay.” I try to stand up too, but he grabs me by the shoulders and gently pushes me back on the couch.“No. I’ll order. Just tell me what you need.”I could easily argue with him there, but something in
[Caden]I haven’t even told her everything yet, and I already feel like so much weight has been lifted off my shoulders.Makes me wonder: why didn’t I do it before? What was I waiting for? What worse could have happened if I had taken that kind of risk?But I can’t rebuff my fears either.It’s hard for me to accept—or confess—but my fears weren’t exactly baseless.When you’ve faced disappointment and betrayal so early in life, it makes you wary of trusting literally anyone—sometimes even your own judgment. And that’s what happened to us. Even though everything inside me approved of Vivienne and we ended up getting married, I still couldn’t get rid of this constant fear and suspicion that somehow she would betray me too—that she would leave me when I was at my lowest, and I’d be able to do nothing but hold myself responsible for letting another person get close to my heart.I’m about to question if my attempt to open up right now is even worth the effort when I finally look up and find
[Vivienne]“Why are you telling me this?”I don’t know how else to put my bafflement into words if not by being straightforward.No matter how difficult this man can be sometimes, I can’t deny that the man in front of me is known for his straightforwardness when it comes to business. His opinions on matters are never all over the place. Absolutely not. In fact, despite his aloof persona, he always has strong opinions about everything.Simply put, he’s not one to talk in circles, and right now, I plan to do the same.At first, he stays quiet, still sitting on the floor, picking at some invisible thread on my dress. His eyes are lowered, never meeting mine, as if he’s neither done nor ready to end this conversation.“I don’t know,” he says then, quietly as usual. “Maybe I think you should know. Or maybe because I’ve been keeping these things to myself for so long that now I can’t keep them in any longer. If I did, I might explode, and I don’t want that.”I don’t know what to say. Should
[Vivienne]I shouldn’t be having such thoughts right now.Especially when I’m engaged to someone else and the thoughts I’m having involve my ex-husband in the most outrageous manner.Like really. Why would I suddenly think of his lips on mine, his hands on the most secretive and sacred places of my body, and something absolutely unholy that has something to do with his mouth and my…Shit.This is probably the fever talking.Because as far as I know myself, I can’t be that horny for a man. And that too, for a man like Caden.The guy is literally and solely responsible for some of the worst years of my life. Not only did he embarrass me, disappoint me time and again, but he humiliated me whenever he got the chance. He broke my heart in the worst ways possible, even though he knew how terribly and deeply I was in love with him. He didn’t appreciate me when he had the chance, so why—why would my brain force such images into my head?Instead of these steamy encounters, my brain should put