[Vivienne]“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” The moment we are left alone, I glare up at him, my arms crossed over my chest as I try as hard as I can not to make another scene.“And how do you think I did that?” he asks, rather innocently, as if he can’t think of a single reason he would want to do such a thing.The truth is, I can’t actually blame him with full conviction. People did choose me, not him. In fact, he didn’t even say my name, didn’t even suggest anything. It all happened on its own, and yet, I’m pretty sure everything played out just like he wanted.Ugh. I wish I knew how. I would love to get to the bottom of THAT truth.He tilts his head slightly, watching me with that infuriating calm of his. “You give me too much credit, Vivienne,” he says smoothly. “All I did was present an option. The people made their choice.”“You manipulated the entire situation without lifting a damn finger.”“I prefer to call it… guiding the inevitable.”“You’re impossible.”“And yet, her
[Caden]When I was adopted by the Lawrence family, they didn’t know about my… issues.I was a scared little boy then, too afraid of being abandoned again.So I did what I thought was best for everyone—I lied.Thankfully, my eyes didn’t betray me for a long time. For almost a year, I lived a normal life, happy with my new family, who welcomed me with open arms.I came to know a little later that their biological son, Samuel, was born with a twin brother—his name was Simon. But sadly, Simon was born with several complications. He was, in fact, my age when he passed away after several surgeries. And maybe it was the loss of him that made the Lawrence family adopt another son, just so they didn’t have to feel the loss too deeply.Either way, I was too happy to worry about their sadness. I was overjoyed and grateful to have a family again.But then, what I feared most happened. A week before I turned eleven, I lost my sight completely.The worst had happened, and I didn’t know what to do a
[Vivienne]“Alright. You can go. Send the next one,” I say to the fifth person we have investigated so far and watch as he nods too many times and leaves as quickly as he can.“For someone who claims to be innocent, these people sure know how to leave a contradictory impression,” Andrew mumbles as he scratches off another name from the list.Caden huffs out a quiet laugh, barely paying attention as he leans back in his chair. His fingers drum lightly against the table, a slow, rhythmic beat that does nothing to ease my growing frustration.“I swear,” I mutter, flipping through my notes, “if the next person doesn’t give us something concrete, I might actually lose it.”Andrew smirks but doesn’t comment, and Caden—well, he just keeps drumming his fingers, his gaze distant.I don’t know why, but suddenly, something about him feels off.For example, for the last few minutes, whenever I look at him, his gaze stays locked on the chair where the staff sits. Whenever they speak, he nods and k
[Vivienne]A strange current passes through my spine at his rare grin.“Don’t ‘what the hell’ me, darling. You were the one who teased me first.”“Are you kidding me?” I growl. “Why would I tease you?”“How would I know?” He shrugs as if he’s actually clueless. “But I do know that you came close first.”“Coming close doesn’t mean I want you to pull me onto your lap.”“No,” he shakes his head. “But it also doesn’t mean you don’t.”I scoff, shifting to push myself off his lap, but his other hand moves to rest lightly on my waist, keeping me there. Not forcefully—just enough to make a point.“Caden.”“Vivienne,” he mirrors, annoying me so much more.“Let. Go.”“I don’t want to.”“You have to.”“And why’s that?”“Because I said so.”“Hmm.” He releases a thoughtful sound, tipping his head as if actually considering it. “Alright. If that’s what you want.” His hold on me loosens, and after a brief, reluctant second, his arms move away, giving me enough space to leave.“Thanks for nothing,” I
[Vivienne]Somehow, we manage to get off the elevator, but I swear to God, Caden doesn’t make it any easier.He’s acting like his body can’t carry its own weight, forcing me to shoulder him instead.“Enough with the dead weight act, Caden. This is getting ridiculous!” I grumble under my breath, not at all comfortable existing so close to him.But Caden, as if suddenly deaf, pretends not to have heard anything at all.“What?” he asks, way too innocently. “Did you say something?”I suppress the loudest growl ready to erupt from my chest.Just a few minutes more, I tell myself—once we make it to his room, I’m going to throw him in and head straight to my room.Finally, after what feels like forever, we reach his door. I look up to face him. “Where’s your key?”“In my pocket.”I sigh in relief. “Great. Take it out.”He doesn’t move, doesn’t twitch, doesn’t even try.I frown. “Caden.”“What?”I exhale sharply, already feeling my patience wearing thin. “Take that stupid key out. Now!”“I ca
[Caden]I hear her footsteps as clear as day as she stomps over to the nightstand, pours me a glass of water, and, with all the irritation in the world, snaps, “Here you go.”I don’t know where to look or how to gauge the height of her hand, so I do what comes naturally. I reach up, feel the soft strands of her hair, and then guide myself accordingly. Once I find the hand extended toward me, I wrap my fingers around the glass, making contact with her hand in the process, and finally pull it toward myself.But of course, she mistakes my action for something… well, awful.I hear her sigh loudly. “Seriously?”I open the briefcase purely from memory, reach for the pocket that contains my medicine, and pop out one tablet. “What?”She scoffs. “Oh, I don’t know—maybe the fact that you just groped my hair like a creep?”I take a sip of water, chasing the tablet down my throat. “Groped? That’s a rather strong accusation.”“Then what the hell do you call it?”“I don’t know, I just wanted to see
[Caden]The next morning, when I wake up, I feel much better than I did after a night of tossing and turning.Bad dreams keep me awake as I do everything I can to shut them out.So, after barely two hours of proper sleep, I get up and open my eyes, only to realize I’m back to being my normal self again.I sigh. “This could have been so much worse.”I shake my head and get off the bed. Now that the storm has passed, it’s time to get ready and be on my way back home. Benjamin must be waiting for me like hell.An hour later, I’m already walking out of my room, my briefcase in hand, when the first person I bump into is my assistant herself.“Good morning, Mr. Lawrence,” she greets, easily reaching for my briefcase to help me carry it. I let her do it—not because it’s heavy for me or because I can’t, but because she always wants to.“So, how was your room? Did you sleep well?” I ask her as we make our way to the elevator.She chuckles nervously. “Yes. It was great. But you didn’t have to a
[Caden]Murmurs ripple through the room as the businessmen exchange glances. Some nod in agreement, while others look skeptical.Andrew perks up next. “That’s when we started asking the right questions. Who had access to the hotel’s power grid? Who stood to gain the most from tarnishing the reputation of such a prestigious establishment? Someone was clearly targeting it—because a simple robbery at a place like this? It was practically begging for trouble.”Vivienne allows the murmurs to settle before continuing. “Exactly. This wasn’t just a simple robbery—it was a calculated attack. Someone wanted to create chaos, to damage the hotel's reputation, and they nearly succeeded.”Andrew takes charge. “We looked into the security logs, the emergency generator records, and the maintenance reports. What we found was… interesting.”A businessman in the front row frowns. “Get to the point. Who was behind it?”Vivienne steps forward, her gaze cutting through the room with precision. “The blackou
[Caden]“So, what would you like to order?” I ask, gazing into her deep brown eyes as she looks at me with a slightly shy smile on her face.Ever since we walked into this restaurant, not far from the hotel, she has been oddly quiet. Not quiet in the sense that she looks unhappy or uncomfortable, but definitely not quite herself either.Something still seems to be bothering her, and I intend to find out what it is.But first, “Have you tried Japanese cuisine before?” I ask.“A bit, here and there. Never thought about it much.”“Then you should know the difference between sake, shochu, and umeshu,” I say, watching as she looks at me in confusion. “Have you tried them?”“No? I mean, I don't know. I haven't been much of an explorer when it comes to... foreign cuisines.”I smile. “Well, since you're already in Japan, why don't we do that tonight? I'm sure you'll love them. Besides, they taste very different from wine or whiskey.”I glance over the menu.“We have plenty to choose from,” I
I swallow hard, his words sinking into my chest like heavy stones dragging me down.Is this really how it’s going to end? Is this really the fate waiting for Axel? To see his father not as a hero, not even as a villain, but as a stranger?The thought alone feels like a knife twisting in my gut.I glance at Caden again, at the hard set of his jaw, the empty look in his eyes. He believes every word he just said. Maybe he’s even accepted it already, as if there’s no point in fighting it.But me? I can’t accept that.I won’t.Axel deserves better. He deserves a family that doesn’t shatter at the first sign of trouble. He deserves parents who at least try—who don’t just give up and call it fate."Maybe... maybe it doesn't have to be like that," I whisper, surprising even myself.Caden finally looks at me, really looks at me, with an expression I can't quite read. Sadness? Hope? Or maybe just pity because he thinks I'm naive enough to think I can save my son from something as broken as us.
[Vivienne]After Caden revealed another grand truth of his life, he stormed out of my room as if he couldn’t bear to stand in the same room as me.I, on the other hand, drop my ass on the edge of the bed and cover my face with my hands.Shit.Why does everything have to be so messed up? So complicated? So damn… annoying?Just when I think everything between us is starting to calm down and maybe there’s a chance we can have a peaceful, platonic relationship for the sake of Axel, something like this happens, and I’m forced to wonder if all these efforts are even worth it. If letting Caden back into our lives is going to make our lives easier or even more complicated.The truth is, I don’t have answers to any of these questions.Not yet.But I need to find them, or it will be too late to fix anything at all.I stare at the ring on my finger, the generous diamond ring Xander made me wear after his proposal.God knows, I still don’t know what I feel for that man, or if I even feel anything
[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