[Vivienne]The moment those words come out of his mouth, I turn around and walk away.“Ms Sinclair?” He yells behind me. “Come on, just listen to me once.”I don’t. How dare he suggest something like that? Sure, he helped me, and I’ll be eternally grateful, but this… this is crossing a line. His solution to my problem doesn’t feel like a solution—it feels like a whole new problem.I keep walking, muttering under my breath.When I reach my building, I tell the guard that if anyone comes to see me, send them away. He nods, and I head for the elevator.Stupid, stupid Alexander. I thought he was different. I should’ve known better. All men are the same. Assholes. Selfish. Well, except for Elijah, my dad, and my brother, of course. They’re good people. But the rest? Exactly what I said. Self-absorbed creatures with only one thing on their minds—how to make others miserable.I enter my apartment and lock the door. But I’ve barely made it halfway through the first room when the doorbell ring
[Vivienne]Now, what am I supposed to say to that?I swallow instead, thinking hard about how not to sound rude or, well, like an ass.“What happened?” I ask, wondering what might have happened in the short while. The last time I saw his mother, she looked fit as a fiddle.He stands from the couch and walks towards the window, peeking through the shut curtains. “Another episode. But this time it was worse than any of them before. She was out of control.”I nod, trying to understand. I still don’t know what kind of episode she must be having, but I suppose, that’s not important right now.“Why did you say she’s dying? It can’t be that bad,” Or could it be? Why would he say something so serious if it wasn’t true?“Except, it is,” he says, facing me, looking more defeated than I’ve ever seen him. “Her doctor says the next attack could be lethal. It might just kill her.”I can’t help but feel sorry for him. It must be devastating to know his mother could die at any moment. If it were my p
[Vivienne]“What the hell?” I blurt out, eyes wide with horror. “Why would she think that? And sure of it? What the hell does that even mean? Why would…why would you let her believe something like that?”So many questions. So many of them. I just can’t seem to find a rest, can I?But more than anything, why does it make me uncomfortable that he knows I’m pregnant? Everyone’s going to find out sooner or later. So why do I feel like I’m not ready yet?Alexander looks guilty as hell.“I wish I could tell you how it happened. One moment, she was talking about her paintings and how she’d like to try a new family portrait, and the next moment, she was talking about you and how the child you’re carrying will look like me when he’s older. She said she’d like to paint him, so when she’s gone, the child would have something to remember her by.”The fact that they have already decided on my child’s gender irritates me even more.“This is insane.”“Don’t mind her, please. She’s not in the right s
[Alexander]“How did it go?”When I enter the Bane mansion, half of the room is submerged in deep, dark shadows. But there’s no mistaking to whom the voice belongs. I have grown up hearing that voice. I have stayed awake at night, listening to her cry under the covers.“Mother,” I say, turning to face the direction from which the voice seems to be coming. It makes sense for her to sit in the darkness and keep an eye on the door, waiting for someone to return who might never come. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping by now? Staying awake this late can’t be good for your health.”Something clicks in the darkness, and a small lamp glows next to her. She sits on her burgundy couch like always, her eyes on the only person present in the room besides her.“You know what’s actually good for my health?” she asks, and I wish I could tell you I didn’t know what she was about to say. “To know that you did the one job I gave you. Yes or no, Xan. Did you do it?”I purse my lips and walk toward her. She foll
[Vivienne]After lunch, we pretty much talked about our new business venture.Rosita comes up with some really good ideas, while I do my best to contribute my own, and together we create a sort of presentation—just for us. It was mostly Rosita’s idea; she said it helped her envision things better. Well, who was I to complain? I played along, obviously.When we finally take a break, I’m surprised to see the sun is almost down.Rosita yawns next to me. “God, I’m tired. I think I need a nap before I can drive again.”“Are you sure you’re up for it? I can ask Marcus to drop you home if that helps.”“Really?” Her eyes widen slightly, clearly relieved. “That would be so cool. I won’t say no.”I chuckle at her expression. “Lie down for a while, I’ll make us some tea.”“Thank you, babe,” she says, already closing her eyes as she slumps back on the couch, curling up with one of the cushions between her thighs. “You’re the best.”I shake my head and walk into the kitchen, making tea.I take out
[Vivienne]The man is gone before I can do anything.I rush back inside and wake Rosita up. She rubs her eyes, clearly not in the mood to be roused like there’s some disaster coming up. “What’s up? I thought Marcus was dropping me home?”“He will. But I need you to get up and listen.”She blinks rapidly at that, probably because I sound like I’m either about to pass out or burn something down. “What’s happening? Why are you so worked up?”“I don’t even know,” I say, pacing in front of her. “But I’m pretty sure I just caught someone taking pictures of me on the balcony.”“What?” Her eyes widen. “The hell?” And just like that, she’s fully awake. “Are you sure? How do you know it was you? Maybe it was—”“He drove away as soon as I caught him.”“Oh,” she nods slowly. “Well, that’s definitely suspicious. What do we do about it?”“I have an idea,” I stop, turning to face her. “But I’m not sure if it’ll work.”“Oh, babe, I’m in.”“You don’t even know what I’m about to say.”“Hey, I trust you
[Vivienne]Inside, the place is dimly lit, with groups of people scattered around. The air is thick with smoke and the scent of cheap alcohol.I scan the room, spotting the bartender wiping down the counter, and a few rough-looking men in the back corner, laughing too loudly.Rosita tugs on my sleeve. “Are you sure about this?”“Not really, but we don’t have much choice. Something tells me if we straight-up went to them and asked for the feeds, they’ll throw us out before we get to make our case.”“Point,” she nods. “Fine then. Here I go. If I don’t make it back in one piece, please tell everyone I went down heroically.I roll my eyes. “You just need to chat them up, silly. You’re not going into a war.”“Yeah, keep saying that to yourself.”Then, she takes a deep breath, straightens her jacket, and strides toward the bar with the kind of confidence that makes me question her whole reaction outside.I hang back, my eyes still scanning the room, trying to keep a low profile.She leans o
[Vivienne]Shit. I stand quickly and turn, preparing to tell whatever lie comes to mind. But then I stop.It’s the same bartender Rosita was chatting with.In fact, now that I see behind him, Rosita is standing there, mouthing “sorry” and making a sad face.I hold back the urge to groan.The man continues to stare me down. Now that he’s no longer behind the counter, I can see he’s only a few inches shy of touching the ceiling in this small room. His shoulders are broad, and when he crosses his arms—probably to intimidate me further—his muscles seem to bulge out even more.I swallow. “Look. I can explain—” I start, but he cuts me off.“Save it for the boss,” he says, grabbing my arm and dragging me out.Rosita and I finally come face to face, and she gets her chance to apologize more audibly. “Sorry. I tried my best. But it’s like he could see right through me. Nothing I said worked.”“It’s alright. I knew this could happen.”“Really?” She tries to catch up. “So, what do we do now? Did
[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
[Vivienne]I can’t believe he’s here.But why?“Hey,” I manage, even though his unexpected appearance has completely thrown me off. “Long time no see.”“You don’t say,” he replies, placing the glass of water on the table in front of me when I make no move to take it. I might have zoned out for a second there. “So, how have you been? And may I just add—you’re a very hard person to find.”I smile faintly. That’s exactly what I’ve been aiming for since moving to my grandparents’ home in the hills. “Maybe that’s the point. I like my life quieter these days, away from all the chaos.”“I get it,” he says with a soft chuckle, his expression neither offended nor prying. “For a while, I thought it was me who chased you away, you know—with all those talks about faking an engagement and everything.”Oh. Right. I almost forgot about that. The proposal he made—the arrangement he thought would make his mother happy.Too bad I had far more pressing problems to deal with at the time.“Trust me, it wa
[Vivienne]“Are you sure you want to attend this event?” Harvey asks as I walk into my walk-in wardrobe, trying to pick an appropriate evening gown for the night.“Of course, I’m sure. I wouldn’t have asked you to accompany me if I wasn’t,” I shrug, leaning towards a stunning black dress but quickly getting distracted by a shimmery white gown with a sexy slit.“That, I understand. But considering your health…”“I’m fine, Harvey,” I roll my eyes. It’s been two months since that night when I rushed myself to the hospital after spotting blood on my sheets. “According to my doctor, I’m well past the risk phase, and I can start getting back to my daily routine.”“But still,” he says, sounding as if he still has doubts.Look, I know he cares. He’s my big brother, after all. I’ve known about his possessiveness for a very long time. But the reason I don’t want to spend my days sitting like a duck at home is that I’ve started to get terribly bored.Besides, tonight’s event is kind of special.
[Sasha]“What the hell is this place?” Dad fumes, glancing around the cramped, one-room apartment I brought him to straight from the hospital.“It’s…” I glance around myself, wrinkling my nose at the awful smell wafting in from the nearby window. “…something.”“Sasha,” Mom calls out, drawing my attention. Her voice holds a mix of confusion and concern. “What is this? Why aren’t we home?”“Mom, there’s something you should know,” I begin, feeling beads of sweat forming on my forehead and trickling down my back. I turn to Dad, bracing myself. “Remember the loan Arthur took from that loan shark?”“Of course, I do. How could I forget the biggest disappointment of my life?” he huffs, walking over to the old, sagging couch in the corner. He pauses before sitting down, noticing the thick layer of dust covering it, and chooses to stand instead. “What I don’t understand is—what are we doing here? Didn’t you hear what the doctor said? I need rest. I need to be home. And this place is far from i
[Caden]“Congratulations, Mr. Lawrence. You got what you wanted.” My advocate—Atlas Norman—extends his hand for a handshake. “Despite my better judgment, of course.”I return the handshake, albeit a little reluctantly. “You say that as if I ruined your fun.”“Well, you did. Especially since I enjoy a good challenge. But either way, my client’s satisfaction is what matters most. So, I’m glad I could be of service.”I have a strong urge to roll my eyes but manage to keep my composure. “Thanks for your efforts.”“All my pleasure. Now that the restraining order has been lifted, you need to be very careful with how you conduct yourself, Mr. Lawrence. As the judge mentioned, all eyes will be on you, and if you mistreat your ex-wife or the unborn child in any way, the order could be reinstated. From this point on, it’s about walking on eggshells. I hope you’ll remember that.”Of course, I do. That’s all I can think about—how not to screw this up.I might not have been the best husband a woma
[Vivienne]I answer the call—it’s Elijah.“Hey,” I say, watching Theo get up and resume pacing back and forth across the room.“Hey. How are you now?”“Much better. In fact, I’m just waiting for my discharge papers.”“That’s good to hear, Vivienne. I’ll come by to visit as soon as I can.”“Sure.” But something about his tone feels off. “Is everything okay? You sound… serious.”Elijah exhales, his tone growing heavier. “I won’t lie to you. I just got word from your ex-husband’s attorney.”The mention of Caden makes my throat go dry. Why is he suddenly everywhere today? Why can’t he just leave me alone?I shake my head, trying to dispel the rising anxiety. “What the hell is he up to now?”“Nothing good, if I’m being honest.”“Just tell me already.”“They’re preparing to file a motion to contest the restraining order.”“He’s doing what?” Did I just hear that right? Is Caden out of his mind? Why would he fight something he never cared about in the first place? What’s his goal here? A sudde