[Vivienne]Someone gasped.Not me, though.I took a step back, not wanting to get into any altercation in my condition.The shadow moved again, this time rushing toward the main door. It didn’t go well for the person, though, because before they reached the door, they tripped over something and fell with another painful gasp.“Oh, God!” I heard the person say. “Fuck, you’re so screwed.”I frowned. That voice sounded more like a woman than a man.Wait. What the hell?“Who’s there?”Silence.I roll my eyes. “Seriously? Maybe I should just turn on the lights.”“No!” the same woman’s voice comes again, urgent this time. “No, please don’t do that.”Something deep in my stomach twists. Why does that voice sound so familiar? Like I’ve heard it before… like I know—Carefully, I step to the side, making sure not to make a sound, and flick the lights back on.The room floods with brightness, momentarily blinding me.But that’s not what makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.It’s th
[Vivienne]For some awkward reason, neither of them says anything after that.Rosita remains eerily quiet, while Harvey sits on the couch across from her.Surprisingly, he doesn’t look guilty. Not that he has anything to feel guilty about. I mean, wasn’t it kind of my idea for them to get together?The only thing that bothers me is that neither of them felt the need to be honest with me about it.I was their biggest supporter, wasn’t I?So why lie? Why hide? Why sneak around when:- You’re adults and fully capable of making your own decisions.- You never had anything to hide in the first place.“So, how long has this been going on?” I ask, because why not? I’m curious as hell.Rosita looks up from her lap, sneaking a glance at Harvey as if trying to gauge his reaction after the whole scene we’ve somehow stumbled into.Harvey, on the other hand, simply sighs and looks at me like he has nothing to hide. “A year and a half.”I can’t help but raise a brow. “Are you serious? This has been
[Rosita]I can’t read him.I can’t read him at all. Which, of course, means only one thing—I’m in big trouble.Shit. I should have never sneaked in like that.But what choice did I have? He wasn’t answering my calls, and I got worried.The last time he ignored me like this, his blood pressure had skyrocketed, and the doctors—along with his head maid—had taken his phone away for a day.I thought it might be the same this time.But obviously, that wasn’t the case.I shake my head, trying to ignore the way the knots in my stomach keep tightening, twisting over themselves, tighter and tighter.“You can breathe, Rosita. Don’t die on me before I get to say my piece.”I wince at his hard voice, finally peeling my gaze away from the dark scenery outside the moving car. “You’re mad.”“Really? What gave it away?”I wince again. Shit. I do not want to see his angry side. Harvey Richardson might be the only person on this earth who can make me shiver in fear and get wet with want at the same time
[Vivienne]When I wake up the next morning, Mimi is already dressed and ready for school.She wears a cute red skirt, a crisp white shirt, and an adorable little tie hanging neatly around her neck.At the dining table, she sits beside Harvey, though she seems to be the only one interested in eating.“Good morning, Auntie Viv! Did you sleep well?” Mimi beams at me the moment she sees me, and I can’t help but return her excitement.“Good morning, angel,” I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I slept great. How about you?”“I slept just like I do every day—good! Right, Daddy?”I laugh at her response and glance at Harvey, only to find him completely lost in his phone.Shaking my head, I poke his shoulder before taking the seat across from them.Harvey barely reacts at first, still scrolling through whatever has his attention. But after a moment, he sighs, sets his phone down, and finally looks up at me."Morning," he says, his voice groggy like he hasn't been awake long."Morning," I
[Caden]“Good morning, Caden.”I groan internally. Just as I’m about to leave for work, I hear my name being called by the last person I want to deal with right now.Not that I can ignore her—not when she’s standing right in front of me.“Morning,” I say, hoping we can leave it at that.But of course, Sasha doesn’t agree.She sighs. “Look, Caden. Last night, you made yourself very clear. And I should probably thank you for not giving me any false hopes,” she says, but the way she says it makes me feel anything but relieved. She looks upset, heartbroken, and miserable all at once. Still, she continues. “But now that I’m staying here, I was hoping you wouldn’t give me the cold shoulder. I know you’re a private person, and I respect that. I’ll do everything I can to stay out of your way. But as long as I’m here, can’t we at least be how we used to be? Friends?” She pauses, her voice turning softer. “I mean… that’s the least you can do for me after what your brother did… right?”I don’t k
[Vivienne]I’m still worried about Harvey and the fact that he’s about to make the biggest mistake of his life by breaking things off with Rosita when my phone rings, finally snapping me out of my looping thoughts.It’s Theo. I answer right away.“Hey, sorry I couldn’t get back to you yesterday. It was a hectic day for me.”“All good, Viv. No worries,” he says, and I sigh in relief.I hate making people wait.“I just called to invite you. My family is throwing a small party for my sister’s birthday. They’d love for you to come.”“Wait, it’s Gabriella’s birthday today? I completely forgot.”He chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’m not the one to take offense. But make time to come, or Gab’s definitely going to be offended.”“No way. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ve already missed too many of these occasions—it’s not happening again.”“Sounds great. See you soon. I’ll text you the details. Don’t forget to check.”The call ends.I shake my head, exhaling. “Time to arrange a gift, I suppose.”
[Vivienne]Gabriella’s birthday celebration was taking place in the ballroom of a seven-star hotel. I had never been there before, but I wasn’t surprised by how exquisite the place looked.And why wouldn’t it be?Gabriella was the youngest in the family, and her parents adored her beyond measure. It was easy to see that she was spoiled to the core—perhaps even to the point where she misbehaved around people simply because she could… and got away with it.Not that it mattered much. Many kids in our family’s circle were spoiled brats, but that didn’t mean they were hopeless. I had seen plenty of people who started off as insufferable jerks but eventually became some of the most professional individuals I knew.“Vivi!”A childlike voice called from behind me, and I realized with absolute certainty that I had been spotted. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and only then turned around.Standing in front of me was none other than the birthday girl herself, dressed in a white, shimmering
[Rosita]The moment we step into the ballroom, a wave of heat rushes over me.Not because the room is warm, but because every damn eye is suddenly on me.I should be used to this by now—the way people stare when I walk the runway with my models—but this feels different.At work, the gazes are filled with either admiration or jealousy.Here, it’s something else. Or at least, it feels different.Here, I feel like I’ve been placed under a magnifying glass.I resist the urge to adjust my dress, to check if something is out of place. I know it’s not. I look damn good tonight—I made sure of it. But still, the weight of their stares feels heavier than usual.“Relax,” a voice murmurs beside me.I glance up to find Grayson Calloway, a friend of Theo’s—one he conveniently lent me for the night.“I am relaxed,” I say, forcing a smile.He scoffs, then leans in, his breath warm against my ear. “Are you sure, darling? Because right now, it looks like you’ve got a damn rod shoved up your back. You’r
I decide to pick up my things from Harvey’s place and head back to our grandparents’ house.It’s the only place where I can think clearly and have some peace to myself.God knows I need a moment to just breathe.So much has happened in a single day—my body and brain both need a well-earned break.When I arrive at his place, Mimi still hasn’t returned from school.Good. Because if she had tried to stop me one more time with those big, adorable eyes, I probably would have changed my mind. That girl has some serious charm. No wonder Harvey can’t resist any of her demands—same goes for my parents.Dad once told me that when he took her to his office—back before he retired—she demanded to play loud pony-themed music and made everyone dance, as if the entire company had thrown a party just for her.Easy to say, the employees couldn’t have asked for a better break—or a better boss.Anyway, I grab my stuff and get back into the car, making sure to leave a text for Harvey so he knows my unexpec
[Vivienne]Once I’m far enough that Avery’s screaming fades into the background, I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.God knows what’s up with these Lawrences lately. Have they all sworn to make my life hell? To never let me have a moment of peace?I shake my head and push some loose dark curls out of my face.When I return to the table, I find Theo sitting alone.And my anger flares all over again.How could he do this to me? Out of all the women he could have dated, he chose her—the sister of my ex-husband? Did he have no respect for me? Did I not tell him what that family did to me?How could he ignore all of that and fall for a girl who is neither right for him nor anything like him?She’s just like her mother. Like Sasha. Evil. Pure evil.I still remember the day she threw that scorching coffee in my face at the café…Anyway, I take a deep breath and make my way to the table.Theo sees me approaching, and before I can say a word, he stands up, hands braced against the tab
I stare at her, unsure whether to laugh in her face or take her seriously.“End me?” I tip my head to the side, pushing her off me at the same time. “Do you hear yourself? You sound unhinged.”“You think I’m joking?”“Nah, more like you’re trying to be something you’re not.”“You think I can’t hurt you?”I roll my eyes. “Oh, please. You? Hurt me? Avery, you’re a spoiled little brat from a family of professional liars and melodramatic wannabe royals. The only thing you’ve ever ‘ended’ is a shopping spree when Daddy cut you off. So, forgive me if I find it absolutely hilarious that you think you’re some kind of threat.”Avery’s mouth drops open.She probably didn’t expect me to say something like that.I’m not surprised. I was never this sassy in front of Caden’s family. I was good, loyal, and completely dedicated. But instead of appreciating any of it, they always assumed the worst of me.And—shockingly—they still do.Anyway, now that she has nothing to say, I turn to finally get the h
[Vivienne]Avery looks just as surprised to see me.Her eyes widen, and she jolts to her feet, her face slowly turning pale.Theo probably notices her odd reaction, but before he can say anything, Avery quickly grabs my arm and giggles over her shoulder.“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for someone to arrive. I desperately need a lady’s help. Be right back!”And with that bizarre excuse, she drags me to the bathroom, shuts the door, and spins to face me—a crown of sweat already glistening on her forehead.“What the fuck are you doing here?” she snaps, glaring at me with those little brown eyes of hers.I raise a brow. “I could ask you the same question, couldn’t I?”“Oh, shut up!”“If that’s what you want.” I turn to leave. If she wants me to shut up, then I’d rather spend my time elsewhere.But of course, she doesn’t let me.She grabs my arm and yanks me back around—hard this time.I hiss and wrench myself free. “Are you crazy? You’re hurting me.”Instead of looking guilt
[Vivienne]When I reach the office building—invited by none other than Theo—I take the elevator to his office.His assistant meets me halfway and leads me inside.Surprisingly, the room is empty.“Sir is stuck in a meeting, but he assured me he’ll be joining you soon. Can I get you anything in the meantime? Juice, coffee, or something to eat?” the assistant asks courteously, a gentle smile on her pretty face.“Just water. Thanks.”She nods and steps out, leaving me alone.I take a deep breath and sink onto the sofa across the room—the only spot where my aching back might find some relief.Just then, I feel a small kick against the side of my swollen belly—a gentle reminder that my little one has started to move.I smile.It’s a feeling I can’t quite put into words.The baby kicks started a few days ago, and God knows I’ve been dying to talk to someone about it. Maybe that’s why I wanted to invite Rosita over or visit Mom—just to share this beautiful news with her.But then Caden showe
[Rosita]I don’t like surprises.Not when they keep me this on edge.Ever since we left my office, Harvey has been as silent as ever. He insisted on driving himself, and when I asked where he was taking me, he told me to have some patience.Well, it seems I don’t have the energy for patience either.“Are you sure you’re not about to push me off a cliff or something?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and gazing at the scenery passing by outside the window.I hear him scoff out a small chuckle, the corner of his lips curving ever so slightly. “You have a bizarre sense of humor, you know that?”“You say that like it’s news to you,” I steal a glance at him—his hands gripping the wheel, his gaze steady on the road ahead. He’s always so composed, so frustratingly unreadable.I huff and lean back in my seat. “Are you planning to keep me in suspense forever, or are you actually going to tell me where the hell we’re going?”“Relax, Rosita. We’re almost there.”I don’t like that answer. I
[Caden]I walk out of the mansion and reach my car, already parked in the driveway.But I don’t get inside and move on with my day.No. I stop just before getting in and slam my fist against the roof of the car.Damn it! So close. I was so damn close to telling her everything. If only she had given me a chance.But can I really blame her? Is it really her fault for not giving me a chance now?The answer is no. I can’t blame her, and she isn’t at fault. I’ve wronged her in too many ways for her to believe that this time, when I speak to her, it comes straight from my heart. My words. My effort. My care.But does that mean I should just… give up?Absolutely not.I turn to face the mansion I just walked out of and mumble to myself,“You think I don’t want the child. But you couldn’t be more wrong. I have never wanted anything more in my life. But I have my reasons for holding back. I have a reason for not wanting to pass on my disabilities to our child—to keep them from suffering the sam
[Vivienne]For the next five minutes, neither of us says anything.Caden keeps his gaze locked on me while I continue to pretend that nothing he said has affected me in any way.But I’d be lying if I said his version of that night doesn’t make sense.It does. I just don’t know if it changes anything.Even if I admit that Sasha might have played me—made a fool out of me—that doesn’t explain his indifference toward me during our entire marriage. It doesn’t explain why he chose to stay away not just for days but for weeks, sometimes even months. Or why he spent the majority of his time with his family and assistant but not a single meaningful moment with his own damn wife.And it certainly doesn’t explain all the media buzz about him and Sasha—rumors of them being secretly engaged, enjoying vacations on exotic islands, and so on.“You should leave,” I tell him after a while, unsure if there’s anything left between us to discuss.No matter how innocent he claims to be, it doesn’t change t
[Vivienne]His jaw tics, but his voice stays maddeningly even. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”“I know enough.”“No.” He shakes his head slowly. “You think you do. But you never asked why she was there. You never stopped long enough to listen.”“Oh my God.” I throw my hands up. “Do you even hear yourself? What possible explanation could you have that makes this not cheating?”His stare doesn’t waver. If anything, it hardens.“You don’t want the truth, Vivienne. You just want to be right.”A bitter laugh rips from my throat. “I was right.”“No. You weren’t.”And there’s something in the way he says it—like he’s certain of it—that makes my stomach twist in a way I don’t like.“You know what? I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. I don’t even know why I brought it up.”I turn to walk away—to get away, maybe even to run—because this is all the crap I can take in a day.But then he says something that stops me dead in my tracks.“See? That’s how it always is with you. You