[Vivienne]Harvey looks at me as if he’s looking at me for the first time, before he scoffs out a soft chuckle.“Are you serious? Who doesn’t know Jasper Sterling? He’s the star designer of my company. The guy is a freaking genius. I mean, every time I think he has reached the peak of his success, he surprises everyone with a new invention and outshines himself all over again. What about him though? Don’t tell me you plan to work under him. Because I assure you that’s practically impossible.”He shakes his head before moving around the table and settling back in his chair. “There is already a long line of people who want to work for him. I mean, that’s what people are trying to achieve, you know, the chance of working with such an iconic person. I’m just glad I was able to bind him to my company. For the next five years, he won’t be able to work for anyone else. Imagine the kind of business he can do for us.”I smile to myself. I didn’t know my brother was so impressed with Jasper’s w
[Vivienne]Harvey raises an eyebrow and glances at the door, clearly annoyed by the commotion. He straightens his suit jacket and moves toward the door with a determined stride.“Stay here, Vivienne. I’ll handle this,” he says over his shoulder.I nod, but my curiosity gets the better of me. I quietly follow a few steps behind, close enough to hear but not to be seen. As Harvey reaches the door, he swings it open with a calm but authoritative demeanor.Standing in the hallway is Arthur Clarkson, his face red with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. He’s an imposing figure, not as tall as Harvey but clearly ready for a confrontation.“Mr. Clarkson,” Harvey begins smoothly, “I understand you’re upset, but there’s no need for threats. Let’s talk about this like civilized adults.”Arthur takes a step forward, his eyes blazing. “Like civilized adults? Your store humiliated my sister! She was doing your store a favor by even coming here and you have the guts to embarrass her in front of
[Vivienne]As the security guards drag Arthur out, his threats echo through the hallway, growing fainter with each step he is pulled away. The office falls silent, the tension lingering like a thick fog.Harvey watches him go, his expression unreadable. He turns back to me with a faint, almost amused smile. “Well, that was a dramatic turn of events.”I nod, trying to process everything that just happened. “What was that about? Is it true? The thing that you said about the Clarksons?”Harvey shrugs, returning to his office. “It’s not my place to air out their dirty laundry, but yes, the Clarksons are having financial issues. I guess that explains their desperate behavior, always using different tactics to gain attention. But enough about that.” He turns to face me, back to his smiling self. “How about I take you out for dinner? It’s been really long since I had dinner with my favorite little sister.”I give him a playful glare. “That’s because you only have one sister.”“Yeah,” he laug
[Vivienne]Harvey and I exchange puzzled glances, both of us caught off guard by the outburst. I look toward the source of the commotion and see a man at a nearby table.The maître d’ quickly approaches him, trying to calm the situation. “Sir, I’m terribly sorry. We will make sure to rectify this immediately. Please, allow us to bring you a new dish.”The man’s voice rises further, though he seems to be calming down slightly. “This is outrageous! I’ve been coming here for years, and I’ve never been served something this terrible. I demand to speak with the chef.”Harvey sighs, clearly irritated by the interruption. “I guess this is what happens when you’re in the public eye. Everyone has their own idea of what’s perfect.”I nod, though my attention is still partly on the commotion. The man’s back is turned to us, but for some reason, my heart skips a beat.Is it really possible that he’s here?“Viv?” Harvey puts his hand on mine, successfully jerking me out of my thoughts.I turn to f
[Caden]I walk away from Vivienne, leaving her shocked and confused. By the time I return to my table, Sasha is still grimacing at the food.God, this was one bad idea. I should never have agreed to Mom’s request to take her out to dinner. This is what I get for trying to be a good son: a bad mood and an extreme urge to storm off.I reach our table and pick up my stuff. Sasha probably senses something, not that I’m making any effort to hide it.“Wait. Are we leaving already?”“Yes, we are,” I say curtly, assuring myself that’s all she needs to know.“But why? We haven’t even eaten anything yet! Caden? Are you even listening to me?”I ignore her protests and grab my jacket, slinging it over my shoulder as I start to walk away. Sasha hurries to catch up, her heels clicking loudly against the restaurant’s floor.“Caden, what’s going on? You’re acting so strange.”I stop and turn to face her, my patience wearing thin.“This was a bad idea. My dad is in the hospital; it feels wrong to come
[Vivienne]When I return to our table, Harvey seems to be scrolling through his phone.But the moment he catches sight of me, he quickly puts it aside.“So, everything okay?” he asks again as I sit down, probably because I still look lost in thought. I know this because I practiced looking normal in front of the mirror. But now I realize I’ve never been good at hiding my emotions. And it won’t change in a matter of a few minutes either.Caden’s words really left their mark on me.“Absolutely,” I smile at him, hoping it works.It doesn’t. Harvey quickly raises an eyebrow, not at all convinced.“It’s nothing. I’m just not feeling well,” I lie. I just want us to move on from this conversation. It keeps reminding me of my stupid encounter with Caden.He gives me a long, scrutinizing look before nodding slowly. “Alright, if you say so. But you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”“I know, Harvey. Thank you. That means a lot.”I take a deep breath and reach for my glass of wine,
[Vivienne]I roll my eyes.Caden’s been cheating on me with her all this time, and I’m the one who’s heartless?What a joke!“Oh, please. No need to be so dramatic now. I hardly pushed him. But you know what? Why don't you teach your boyfriend some good manners? He seems to have a hard time understanding that no means no!”Sasha gasps at my words and pulls Caden even closer, glaring at me with fire in her eyes.“Just stay away from us, Vivienne. Can’t you see that your mere existence is making his life hell? Can’t you see you’ve already done enough damage?” she snaps.“Oh, shut up,” I spit back. She doesn’t even know what I’ve gone through these past years, but she thinks she knows everything. Idiot! What the hell does she want to prove? That I’m the bad guy here? That I’m the one who’s wrong? Well, she can dream on.I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. Not anymore.I turn around and decide to leave the lovebirds alone. I would hate to come between them. Besides, I don’t think I can
[Vivienne]Harvey and I walk into Dad’s office and find him talking on the phone.With his back to us, he continues, “I don’t care that he’s a damn kid or that he’s an idiot. The fact that he’s young and clueless doesn’t excuse his reckless behavior. I just know that you have lost the right to ever ask us for any kind of help. I hope I’ve made myself clear. You should be sorry—damn sorry—because the sheer stupidity and incompetence of your son have just cost you millions, not to mention the damage he’s done to your family’s reputation. You’ll be lucky if anyone in this industry takes you seriously after this debacle.”He finally hangs up and turns around, looking angrier. Spotting us, his face softens, and whatever irritation was visible moments ago vanishes.“Kids, you’re back. How was your evening?”“What was that about?” Harvey asks first, walking over to Dad and taking a seat. “And was it George Clarkson on the phone?”I frown. Isn’t George Clarkson the father of Sasha and Arthur?
[Astrid]I stare at the mess in my room.The shattered vase. The broken laptop. The pieces of other furniture overturned and out of place.But even with all this destruction, I feel nothing but rage.Pure, white rage. The kind that makes me want to rip someone’s throat out. Especially that of Vivienne. And her fucking son.I ball my fists, the veins in my hands popping as I fight to keep my control. But it's slipping, fast. I want to scream, to break every damn thing in sight until there’s nothing left. Until I feel something other than this boiling fury that’s choking me from the inside out.How dare she? How dare she take what’s mine? How dare she get so close to Caden? And go on that vacation with him?Did she learn nothing from the past? Is she not afraid that the way she’s going, she’s making an enemy out of me? Out of Astrid? Does she even know whom she’s messing with?I curl my fingers around the glass of water on the table, before tossing it away against the wall too.It shatt
[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