[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
[Vivienne]“What the hell just happened?”Anna says, once we leave the police station and wait for Marcus to bring out the car.I chuckle. This girl is so damn innocent and adorable. I can’t believe she has been going through so much for so long and I didn’t even have a clue.I stuff my hands into the pockets of my jacket. “Someone got a good smack in the back, that’s what happened.”She nods, as if she understands, but the confused look stuck on her face tells me she doesn’t get it all.“Who was on the phone, though? Was it someone powerful? Wait,” her eyes widen. “Was it the president? I wouldn’t be surprised if it was. I know Mr. Richardson has played golf with him a few times. There are pictures in his office. I even asked once about it and he confirmed that they were real.”I shake my head, still smiling. “No, Anna. It was not the president of the U.S. Though it surely helped to speed up the process.”She smiles, her cheeks growing red. “Sorry. I don’t know how any of this works.
[Vivienne]I don’t know what else to do.The way he’s acting—so different from anything I’ve ever seen—I feel like the only way I’ll get through this is by getting the hell out of here.But there’s just one little problem.The way he insists on driving me home, I can’t shake the feeling that even if I reject his offer (which I already have, by the way), he won’t let it go. If my past experience with his stubbornness is any indication, he’s going to follow me. And if he doesn’t do it himself, he’ll hire someone to do it for him. He’s done it before—what’s to say he won’t do it again?And if I’m being honest, I’m not ready for him to know anything about me yet.There was a reason I moved to my grandparents’ place—to get through this pregnancy in peace.I glance at him now, his face etched with determination, and I feel a wave of frustration wash over my entire being. He’s not the same man I left behind—not completely, at least. There’s something softer in his expression, a crack in the
[Caden]Before I can even reach for her arm, she pushes her chair back and grabs her bag.“Are we done?” she asks, her tone distant, her gaze fixed anywhere but me. She doesn’t even want to look at me anymore.If this had been one of those times in the past—when things were easier, when she still loved me—I might have thrown a fit myself. I might have grabbed her arm, dragged her to the car, shoved her inside, and kissed her like she was the air I needed to breathe.Kiss her. God, it’s been so long since I felt her lips on mine. Too long. And who knows how long it’ll take me to convince her to come back home, to even give me a chance to touch her again. I’d do anything for her, but I know better now. I burned those bridges myself. I’ve been a jerk, an asshole, so utterly blind to her existence, that if it takes me an eternity to carve even the smallest fragment of love back into her heart, I’d deserve every second of that wait.But I don’t have that kind of time.I can’t let my child
[Caden]There’s so much I want to say—so many misunderstandings to clear.But I can tell she’s way too worked up to hear anything right now. If I even tried to explain anything, she’d probably blow a fuse.So, I do what I do best. I shut my mouth and keep it all in, reminding myself that the whole point of inviting her here is to have a calm and collected conversation—a meaningful one—and there’s no way I’m doing anything to make her think otherwise.When the hostess arrives, I release a relieved breath and lean back in my chair.“Let’s just order something. We can always continue this later.”For whatever reason, Vivienne looks at me as if I have lost it. Her big, brown eyes stare at me as if about to eat me alive. She mutters something under her breath, probably calling me names and all, before going back to the menu and ordering herself more than a few meals.After the hostess leaves, I turn to face her. “Are you going to be okay eating that much food?”She glares. “Do I look like
[Vivienne]I agree to ride with Caden, but not without having the biggest distance between us possible.We make it to the restaurant and he helps me out of the car.The restaurant is a little bit fancier than I imagined. It’s not some huge place, but still, it’s got a really nice vibe to it.As we enter the restaurant, there’s a short, plump woman in a suit standing there. Her blonde hair is pulled into a low bun and she smiles as we approach.“Welcome,” the woman greets, giving us a small bow.“Table for two,” Caden replies.“Yes, this way, please.”The hostess leads us to a table and pulls out the chair for me, which I accept gratefully.I take my seat, and Caden follows, the hostess handing us each a menu before leaving.“What do you want to have?” he asks, as if this is some normal, everyday thing for us, instead of him practically forcing me to come here.“Doesn’t matter.”“Come on. There must be something you like. Order anything you feel like. I promise I won’t judge.”He says
[Vivienne]“Look at that tiny hand, saying hi,” the doctor says with a smile, as we go through the anomaly scan of my baby.I can’t help but smile, the feeling so natural—so pure—my eyes almost water.“It’s beautiful,” I mumble to myself, looking at the screen. “Is the baby healthy?”The doctor shifts the probe slightly, the screen flickering with new images of my baby, who seems so small yet so full of life.“Yes, everything looks good so far,” the doctor replies, her tone reassuring. “The baby is developing perfectly.”Relief floods through me, and I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My hands instinctively rest on my belly, a silent connection to the tiny being growing inside me.“Do you want to know the gender?” she asks, her eyes kind.I hesitate for a moment, glancing at the screen. The idea of knowing feels both exciting and overwhelming, like unwrapping a gift too soon.“No,” I finally say, shaking my head. “I think I’ll wait. I want it to be a surprise.”The doct
[Sasha]“No!” she says stubbornly, her brows furrowing. “How can you even think about it? Absolutely not. You’re not bringing any harm to the child, Sasha. You just can’t. I know it’s hard right now, but that doesn’t mean you should do something so rash.”“I know you don’t want to hear it, but what choice do I have?” I choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t have any money left. So, instead of starving the baby to death, wouldn’t it be better if we just… let it go?”I cry harder, my tears soaking the sleeve of my shirt.Mrs. Lawrence gets up from the couch, pacing the hall as if trying to think of something.She turns to face me almost immediately. “Alright, here’s what I think.”
[Sasha]I can’t believe I’m back here.After everything this family has done to ignore me, to ensure I never received a single penny from them, I’m still here, hoping for some help.Never in my life did I think I’d be in a position where I’d have to beg for my next meal. But here I am, and it’s the only option I have left. After selling the company and using half of the money to pay off the loan shark, and the other half to cover Dad’s hospital bills and pay the overdue salaries of employees we’d kept waiting for years, it wasn’t surprising that I was left with absolutely nothing.It doesn’t help that my idiot brother, Arthur, is nowhere to be found. Ever since he was released from the hospital and learned what I had to do to get rid of the jerk he borrowed from, he’s completely disappeared.Damn it. If I see him next time, I swear to God, I’m going to kill him.“How long is this going to take?” I ask, standing up from the couch as I spot one of the maids of the Lawrence residence pas
[Vivienne]“Where are you? You were supposed to be here hours ago,” I say over the phone, carefully walking down the stairs per the doctor’s instructions during my last visit.“On my way, I swear. Just got caught up in a call and couldn’t put it off,” Rosita says huffing, and not at all sounding as if she’s in a car.I reach the end of the stairs, frowning. “Have you even left? Please be honest with me.”“Of course,” she says as a matter of fact, but then right after a moment, she blurts out. “Actually, no.”Before I even respond to that, she rushes to explain. “Before you get mad, just hear me out. I swear I was leaving, I was almost ready to leave the house, get into my car, and reach you, but then…then someone came over and it seemed like urgent. And I could have told you all about that but…but…but…”“Hey, hey, hey,” I laugh. “Calm down, Ro. You’re making me sound like some tyrannical friend or something. It’s fine, really. The only reason I asked you to come over is because you sa
[Caden]Since our last meeting at the courthouse, I decided to keep my distance from Vivienne.A few weeks have passed now, and I think it’s enough time and space she might have needed to get used to the new reality of our lives—the kind of reality where she sees me around more often. The kind of reality where she allows me to be there for her and our child.“Excuse me, sir,” Betty Adams—my assistant—pulls me out of my thoughts.I look up to find her standing at the door. “The meeting starts in five.”The meeting. Of course. My last task of the day. After this, I’ll be free to visit Vivienne.Speaking of which—I get up from my chair, reaching for my suit jacket. “Did you find Vivienne’s new address?”I hear footsteps behind me. “About that…”When it feels like she’s going to leave it at that, I turn around, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“I mean, I tried, sir.”She must be out of her mind. “Well, clearly, you haven’t tried hard enough.”“But, sir—”“Leave it.”I walk past h