[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
[Vivienne]Rosita and I follow the woman obediently.I mean, we could’ve tried to escape, but the idea seemed ridiculous. Where would we even run to? The bar was full of people who looked every bit as dangerous as you’d expect. Thinking they’d let us walk out without stopping us was laughable.Anyway, the woman leads us back to the bar, gestures for us to sit on the stools, and rounds the counter to stand across from us.Rosita and I exchange a glance, both of us clueless about what’s going on.The woman grabs two bottles of beer and slides them across the counter in front of us.Rosita is quick to take a sip, probably thirsty after that intense conversation she had with the bartender. Or maybe she’s just scared.I don’t touch mine. Instead, I look around the bar, watching people go about their day. Looks like they haven’t announced our little “crime” yet.“What’s wrong with her?” I hear the woman ask Rosita as she opens another beer.“Oh!” Rosita wipes her mouth with the back of her h
[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
[Vivienne]When I open my eyes, I don’t expect anything out of the ordinary.Like all my mornings, I expect to wake up staring at the ceiling, followed by my phone screen, and then realizing I have only half an hour to get ready or risk being late.But none of that happens this time.This time, when I wake up, I feel like I’ve been crushed by a train or something of that sort. My heart hurts, and when I try to turn or lift my arm to rub my face, it takes an immense amount of strength to do that.“Ughhhh!” I groan, blinking a few times to make sure I woke up in the same dimension I slept in—and not the other way around.“Hey, it’s okay,” a deep voice says, too faint for my ears to pick up clearly. Or maybe I’m just too drowsy to catch it. It’s only when I look to my side that I realize it belongs to the only man I have no desire to face first thing in the morning.“What the hell are you doing here?” I snap—or at least I try—only to feel like my throat is closing up on me, warning me no