[Caden]My flight is delayed again, and I end up sitting at the bar. A drink in my hand, a million thoughts in my head. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice someone taking the stool next to me, but I barely turn or acknowledge them. I just want to be left alone.After what Dr. Kaito said about my unborn child, I can’t stop wondering what to do next. Convincing Vivienne to give up the baby is out of the question. She already thinks the worst of me, and no matter what I say, she won’t listen.But isn’t that what I’ve always been afraid of?It’s not that I don’t want a child—who the hell wouldn’t? The problem is this damned treatment I’ve been going through. I never found the courage to tell Vivienne about my… issue. I knew she would have understood, but she always saw me as this perfect man. I couldn’t shatter that image. I never wanted to be anything but perfect—not for anyone but myself, and for her. If she knew how broken I really was, how my own family abandoned me because they con
[Caden]I cannot help but roll my eyes when Alexander slipped on the seat next to me.If only I had the energy to get up and leave—I would have loved to ignore whatever he was here for.But I couldn’t even do that. After learning that my already fallen world was about to implode too, I felt drained and useless and meaningless.Nothing mattered. Not even the care that he’s the last person I should be dealing with right now.I focus on my half-finished drink.“You are very hard to find, Caden,” he says, and that too ever so smoothly.I hate it. I hate it so much I want to punch him in the face. But that would require interest, and I don’t have it either.“What do you want now?” I take a long sip, wanting to dull the effects of the words that are sure to come out of his mouth.He orders himself a whiskey and then dribbles on the wooden counter, probably testing my patience here. “Mother wants to meet you.”“Not happening,” I say and finish my drink in one go. The mention of that woman fi
[Vivienne]I wake up in the middle of night, feeling thirsty.I turn on the lamp and grab the bottle, hoping to pour myself some water.Only to find the bottle is empty.Of course, it is. I have been so thirsty recently, gulping down water as if not an entire waterfall could satisfy me.I sigh and get out of bed, heading out of my bedroom.I could have called one of the staff to bring me another bottle of water, but one look at the clock made me reluctant. It’s half past two. Not the time to disturb someone, especially when I can do that myself.I take the stairs and enter the kitchen. And as I do, my stomach grumbles as if I haven’t eaten anything for ages.God, this pregnancy. It’s turning me into an animal. I have no control over my diet, and I definitely have no control ov
[Vivienne]We rush to the hospital, and I can’t help but panic at the thought of the worst happening.I can’t lose my baby. I just can’t.This has to be some kind of misunderstanding.Maybe what I saw isn’t as scary as it seemed. Maybe I’m overreacting.Yes, I have to cling to that thought—to that hope. There’s no way I’m going to let anything happen to my child.When we reach the hospital, the nurse confirms that I’m still bleeding.My heart clenches at the news, and I pray to whoever is listening, Please, please, please help me just this once.The doctor arrives and asks me some routine questions. He orders an urgent ultrasound, and we all exhale in relief when he finally says the child is fine.I nearly cry from the overwhelming rush of relief. “Thank you, doctor. You have no idea how badly I needed to hear that.”The kind doctor offers a reassuring smile as he explains the next steps. “Ms. Sinclair, I understand how frightening this must be for you, but I want you to know that we’
Tears burn my eyes as I hear Mr. Parker’s words.But he’s not wrong. I don’t have to be alone in this. I don’t have to keep my troubles to myself, especially now that I have people who genuinely care.Of course, my family was always there, and I was the one who distanced myself from them in the first place. But still, I can’t make the same mistake again.I remember that one time when I fractured my ankle after twisting my foot on the stairs. I was all alone in the hospital, and at home too. No one came to see me. Caden was off on his business trips, and his family never cared enough to even ask if I was alive or dead. I spent the entire week by myself, surrounded only by maids. When Caden finally returned home and learned about my fall, all he did was ask how I was doing and make some extra arrangements to oversee my health. Nothing more. We didn’t even sleep in the same room.I mean, I knew he was quiet and mostly kept to himself from the start, but he wasn’t exactly dumb, was he? Co
[Vivienne]“Oh boy,” Rosita rolls her eyes when we both realize it’s Sasha and not some psych patient who escaped from their ward. “Not again.”But Sasha doesn’t even spare Rosita a glance. She completely ignores her and drills her sharp gaze into me instead. Crossing her arms, she grimaces. “You know, something tells me you’re obsessed with me. I mean, why else would we keep bumping into each other like this? It can’t be a coincidence, right? I know it isn’t.”I have no idea what’s going on. “I’m sorry, what?”She rolls her eyes, acting as if she knows everything. “Please, drop the act. You and I both know you’re a terrible actress. So, spare us the dramatics and get straight to the point. What the hell do you want?”Rosita and I share a glance, both of us equally confused.I look back at Sasha. “Well, right now, I’d love nothing more than some space and quiet, if you don’t mind.”Instead of taking the hint, she storms into the room and yanks the sheet off me, throwing it to the floo
[Caden]“How much longer?” I ask, irritated.It’s been two hours since I arrived at the restaurant where Alexander arranged the meeting. Finally, I would see the woman who hasn’t stopped stalking me ever since she learned of my accomplishments. The same woman who still has the nerve to call herself my mother.Mother. Huh. Does she even know what that word means? Does she know anything at all?I glance around the restaurant one more time and sigh in utter displeasure. Alexander’s men are everywhere, stationed in every corner of the building, yet there’s no sign of him—or her.I prepare to leave, but a hand on my shoulder forces me back into my seat.I glare up at the man, who only grins. “They’re here.”I look forward, and there they are. The two people I despise the most, walking closer and closer, making me want to get up and leave even faster.I try not to care about the woman who enters the room as if she owns it. Head held high, hands clasped in front of her, holding some sort of
[Vivienne]“Are you telling me that you already made the offer to buy out the Clarksons?” I ask, wanting to confirm that I heard correctly.Theo shrugs. “Yup. You think I’d waste time after what that family did? Especially that vile woman who badmouthed you? They had it coming, and you know that.”I shake my head. I knew Theo and Harvey were angry after Sasha’s and Arthur’s respective actions, but I didn’t expect them to act so quickly. I thought they would at least inform me first or keep me in the loop.“And when did you make the offer?” I ask.“First thing in the morning,” Theo says proudly. Once again, I shake my head.No wonder Sasha seemed furious today. She probably thought I was behind it.But, of course, I was behind it. If not for me, Theo probably would have taken more time to decide to call in the loan.“Hey, you have nothing to worry about,” Theo says, drawing my attention back to him. He sits at the foot of the bed and looks into my eyes. “Even if they hadn’t done what t
[Vivienne]Alexander’s lips brush against mine in a brief kiss.“You look beautiful, my love,” he whispers close to my ear, sending another shiver down my spine.And though I do my best to embrace his affection, like every other time, something feels… amiss.I pull back, not wanting him to see the war between my heart and my head when it comes to him.“You didn’t tell me you’d be here.” I put my mask back on. “I could have joined you.”“Sure, but then I would have missed that look of relief on your face, wouldn’t I?”I shake my head. “Do you have to be such a jerk? Do you have any idea how hard it was for me just to walk through that door?”“I know, darling,” he says, tucking a dark strand of my hair behind my ear. “That’s why your best friend and I decided you needed to do it alone—for your self-confidence.”“Of course, Rosita i
[Vivienne]Somehow, Rosita manages to convince me to attend the infamous masquerade ball.And God knows, after cutting myself off from this world of parties and social events, making a comeback like this feels weirdly uncomfortable as fuck.Anyway, I take a deep breath, giving myself a little TED Talk—just go in there and have some, I don’t know… fun?I shake my head and turn to the driver. “Stay close. I have a feeling I might be back early.”Stepping out of the car, I look up at the massive Oriental building.I’ve attended a few galas here before—by before, I mean back when I was in my teens, dragged along by my parents. But looking at it now, it feels like a different world entirely.Clutching the invitation, I move toward the entrance.The moment I step inside, the atmosphere swallows me whole.Velvet drapes, gilded walls, and the shimmer of crystal masks catching the light—everything screams wealth and secrecy.Masked guests drift past in elaborate gowns and tailored suits, their
[Vivienne]After bathing and changing Axel into a fresh pair of clothes, I ask Anna to take him downstairs.Meanwhile, I repeat the same process for myself—taking a quick shower and changing into something that doesn’t reek of the office and the stress that comes with it.I check my emails on my phone and get ready to head downstairs for dinner.But just as I’m about to leave, my gaze falls on the package Anna mentioned.I set my phone aside and check the return address.Not a company I’ve ever heard of.“Hmm… now, where the hell are you from?” I mutter, opening the box and checking the contents inside.Only to find another box inside—but not the same boring brown one. This one is white, with a little pink bow on top.Strange. I don’t recall ordering anything in the last few days.Frowning, I take the white box out an
[Vivienne] After one hell of a day, Axel and I finally make it home. As always, he yells for his favorite aunt—Anna. “I’m home! I’m home! Anna, where are you? I have so much to tell you!” Anna—the one person who has been with me through thick and thin, who has fought her own battles, escaping an addicted and abusive father to build a safe life for herself and her little brother—comes running. Her smile is as bright as the sun. Anna barely has time to respond before Axel throws himself into her arms, his little hands gripping her tightly. “You won’t believe what happened today!” Anna laughs, ruffling his hair. “Oh? What happened?” He pulls back, dramatically placing his hands on his hips. “First, Mommy was late—again.” He shoots me a pointed look my way, probably because I haven’t moved from my place. “Well, tell me something I don’t know,” she winks at me before shifting her attention back to my little, adorable boy. “And what else?” Axel launches into a rapid retelling of
*Five Years Later*[Vivienne]"I don’t think you’re even trying to understand what I’m saying here, Mr. Carter."The man frowns, sighing deeply, as if he thinks I don’t know what I’m talking about."Look, Ms. Richardson, I don’t mean to be difficult, but dropping the prices of such exclusive products can’t be good for business. Our credibility will take the brunt of it, and you know it.""That’s why I’m suggesting launching new sizes, Mr. Carter. Until now, our products have only catered to a certain audience, leaving out a vast majority of willing users who simply can’t afford them due to the high prices. My team has conducted thorough research and found that if we introduce smaller sizes, people who could only dream of using our brand will get a taste of it. And who knows? They might get hooked—willing to spend more over time—eventually leading to increased
[Vivienne]Once the doctors and the nurse leave, I don’t even have to wait for the doors to close.Rosita is already breaking into an explanation.“I can explain,” she says while I continue to stare at her in pure disbelief.“And how would you do that?” I ask after a moment of silence.I’m still standing where I was, still unable to wrap my head around whatever just happened.She breathes out a sigh, glancing over my shoulder as if making sure no one else walks in.“Something happened after you left last night, and I—”“And you decided to hide your real identity?”“No. That’s not why I—”I shake my head. “Please, then help me explain. What are you so afraid of? Why would you give them my name instead of yours?”She sighs once again, but this time she looks more exhausted than before. “I had to. And I will explain everything once you calm down and give me a chance to say my piece.”———————[Caden]I’m busy discussing a serious matter with the head of finance when Betty Adam, my assista
[Vivienne]It felt like a bolt of lightning striking straight down my spine.I couldn’t even wait for Harvey to explain anything further.I just got up and bolted, hurriedly telling him to rest while I took care of something.He must not have believed me because he tried calling after me.“Vivienne!” he yelled behind me. “Stop! What happened?”The moment I step out of his room, I nearly collide with Molly, the nurse.“Oh my, where are you off to?” she asks, looking both amused and confused. “My shift is over, so I came to do a last round. Is everything okay?”“I’m fine,” I say quickly. “My brother is awake. You can check on him.”“He is? That’s great news. I’ll go right away.”If Molly thought I was acting strange—too rushed, too eager to get the hell out of there—she didn’t say anything. She simply moved out of my way and headed into
[Vivienne]I end up staying by Harvey’s side thorughout the night.Afraid that strange woman would show up again.I don’t know why she bothered me so much. She might have been a visitor ending up in the wrong room, something Molly suggested when I shared the incident with her. But something inside me doesn’t have faith in that reasoning.Something was weird about her. The way she ran off. In the hurry that she was in.Who was she? And what was she doing in Harvey’s room?“Vivienne?” A weak voice enters my ears, and I jerk up from my barely-there sleep, only to find Harvey gazing at me with his soft eyes.“Hey,” I lean forward, holding his hand as he tries to reach. “How are you feeling now? I should better call the doctor—”“Where is she?” he cuts me off, blinking lazily, as if still trying to force his brain to focus.He must be talking about the woman with him during the crash.“She’s fine now. In fact, I was about to check up on her once you woke up.”He sighs, closing his eyes and
[Vivienne]After spending a few hours sitting next to Harvey, who has been drifting in and out of consciousness due to the painkillers, I ask Mom and Dad to head home.They’re old and don’t have the same stamina they once did.“You should get some rest too, Vivi,” Mom says, holding my hands in hers. “You’re pregnant, and this is too much stress for you to handle right now. Think about the little life inside you. You need to be more cautious.”“I know, Mom,” I say, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. “And I’m fine. I’ve booked a room at a nearby hotel, so I’ll be staying there until I get a call from one of the nurses that Harvey is awake. They said he’ll probably sleep through the night, so there’s no point in staying.”She nods. “Good, good. Your dad and I will leave then. But let us know when you get to the hotel—we’ll worry otherwise.”“Sure, mom. Don’t worry about it.”Finally, mom and dad leave, and I sit with Harvey for a while.I look at him, and hold his hand. “You better be aw