[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?
[Vivienne]When Rosita suggested celebrating my freedom from a painful marriage, I didn’t expect her to drive us to the most high-end club in the city. I thought we’d go to some nice restaurant and have a lovely dinner, talk about our lives, and do what friends do when they meet after such a long time.But I should have seen this coming. Rosita had always been the loud one between the two of us. She always had a reason or two ready to throw a party or convince others to throw one.Anyway, the good thing is, at least I’m dressed for the night.Because of the way she has been circling me and whistling I might have gained her approval.“Holyshit, Vivienne. This dress looks so damn stunning on you," she comes in front of me, grinning ear to ear. “I don’t act cocky at my work all the time, but right now, I feel like I have just birthed a goddess. White really suits you, and these golden hoops, oh my god, I think I might fall in love with you and I’m not even Bi.”I roll my eyes at her exag
[Vivienne]“Let me go, you asshole!” I growl. “Or I swear to God, I’ll rip your balls off.”I can tell the stranger is in a lot of pain, but he doesn’t let go of me. Instead, he tightens his grip and whispers in my ear, “If you’re not careful with your words, you’re not getting out of here alive.”His voice sends chills down my spine, but it doesn’t change the way I feel right now. “I said let go. Or do you need me to repeat myself?”“Oh, come on, babe, no need to be so angry,” the other stranger says. “Just loosen up a bit. Have some fun with us.”“Yeah,” his friend agrees, inching closer.The first guy’s breath smells of beer. I crinkle my nose.“You know you want this, just admit it. We can give you what you want,” he whispers.I look away and roll my eyes at the ceiling. “In your dreams.”“But you do—” The rest of his words are cut off by a giant man who suddenly appears in front of us. The man is so tall, so broad, and so dangerous-looking that I find my breath hitching in my thro
[Vivienne]When I wake up next time, my head hurts like hell.My body feels like it has been run over by dozens of elephants, and I find myself blinking up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything around me.I turn to lie on my side, only to find a large expanse of someone’s naked back blocking my vision.That’s when the first wave of panic sets in.“Oh my god!” I yell and jump up, my heart beating in my throat. I look down at myself for good measure, and that’s when a second wave of panic hits.“What the hell?!” I squeak. I’m absolutely naked. And not just that—there are bruises on my inner thighs and a deep, deep bite mark on my hip.Oh god. No. This is a bad, bad dream. That’s it. This must be a nightmare.“No!” I shake my head and bolt out of the bed, now facing the bed and staring at the man who was lying beside me.I cup my mouth and try not to have a breakdown.“God, what did I do?” I run my fingers through my hair and realize it’s a complete tangled mess.I try to th
[Unknown POV]“You didn’t have to come,” the man in the black jacket says, pulling a cigarette from his lips—not that he was smoking in the first place.Some men just love to pretend, I guess.“I need to be sure,” I tell him as I step out of the car, my gaze lifting to the hospital building. “You’re sure they’re here?”“Absolutely,” he says with confidence. “I was the one who called 911.”“You did?” I snap my head toward him, frowning at his audacity. I’m paying him to do the job, not to think. “And why the hell would you do that? I strictly asked for a crash, not a damn rescue.”“But you did say you didn’t want them to die.” He arches a brow, like he knows so much better than me.I roll my eyes. “Well, I couldn’t have cared less either way. I only said that so you wouldn’t screw it up. Killing someone brings a lot more heat than just getting them hurt. And in my personal opinion, men fall apart under pressure.”“Well, not me, clearly,” he shrugs, and I somehow resist the overwhelming
[Vivienne]My feet come to a halt, and I freeze where I am.Did I just… hear that?I can’t even be sure. There’s so much going on in my head that if someone told me I was hallucinating, I wouldn’t even be surprised.The only difference? It doesn’t seem like I am.I know I heard that. And I know, I know that voice.I turn around, brows furrowed, and take another moment just to look at the woman on the bed.“Did you say something?” I ask, slowly walking back to her, curious as to how the hell she knows my name.But the woman is silent once again, the lines on the screen making no different patterns.Maybe I did hallucinate that…I shake my head, ready to leave, when, from the corner of my eye, I notice a small movement of her hand.Her fingers—trying to lift, trying to say something.I move closer to her bed.“Hey.” I reach for her hand, hoping to calm her down. “You’re okay. It’s all going to be okay.”I don’t know if the words coming out of my mouth right now are true or a lie, but sh
[Vivienne]The nurse leads me to the operating theater first but asks me to wait outside.My hands shake as I stare at the door, wondering how Harvey must be doing.How the hell did he get into an accident? Who was the woman with him? Why did he skip work? And what the hell was he doing on the west side of the city? We don’t even have any offices there.That area is basically filled with schools, colleges, and other educational institutes."If you need anything else, I’ll be at the reception," the nurse says, ready to leave and get back to her work.I don’t let her, though.I speak before she can even turn. "How long is it going to take?"She understands what I mean by it—she must face situations like this every day. "Nothing can be said for sure right now. And I understand that waiting feels difficult, especially when your brother is in there. But trust me, the best thing you can do right now is let the doctors do their job. They will tell you everything once they’re done treating yo
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