[Vivienne]The man hands me the phone with a smirk and waves his hand dismissively. “You’ve got one hour. Make it count.”I take the phone and nod, trying to keep my composure as he and his men retreat to a corner of the warehouse, leaving me alone.Well, not exactly. Maria still sits on the floor where she fell, her eyes burning with hatred.“I know you don’t have shit,” she hisses, her face twisted with rage. “But Tony’s too greedy to see through your pathetic lies. I’m not stupid. I know you’re trying to play games. But that’s fine. He’ll see what a fool he was when your time’s up and your bullshit is exposed. Until then, enjoy your little victory. But remember this: even if you get out of here, I won’t stop coming after you. You turned my husband against me, and I won’t ever forgive you for that.”I don’t pay attention to her. There’s no point.Instead, I turn away and dial a number.He picks up in the second ring. “Hello?”“Hey, it’s me.”“Miss Sinclair. Long time no see. But any
[Vivienne] The drive back to Rosita’s boutique is mostly silent. The man who came to save us sits quietly in the back next to me, while Marcus is up front with the driver, probably frowning and trying to understand who this man is. And he wouldn’t be wrong either. The last time I met him, he wasn’t even in the same city. Perhaps it’s a coincidence that he was available just when I needed him. It has to be. The bubble of my thoughts shatters when someone’s phone rings. The man sitting next to me gives me a handsome smile before answering. “Go,” he says, picking an invisible lint from his impeccable suit pants. He nods a few times before disconnecting the call. He turns to face me once again. “It’s done. Those people have been taken care of. They won’t bother you again.” As much as I’m relieved to hear that, I’m equally curious. “How did you do that?” “As I said, not something for you to worry about,” he grins handsomely, tossing a playful wink my way. I can only feel my cheeks war
[Vivienne]Maybe it’s the fact that I’m done with idiot men for the day, or that I have grown a deep hatred for men altogether, but the moment I hear the distressed voice of Rosita and the sound of a man grunting, my heart hurls and I don’t think twice.I shove the door open, and although it sounded like my friend was in trouble, I did not expect to find her on the floor, on her stomach, with a man straddling her from behind.I see red so fast, I don’t even know when I grab the laptop from the table and swing it right over the bastard’s head.Crack!And, oh boy, that was satisfying.The laptop snaps in half on contact, and he goes down with a painful cry, covering his head with both hands.“You touch her and I’ll cut your dick off and feed it to you!”I raise the laptop in the air, ready to strike again when I finally hear Rosita screaming.“Oh, my God, Viv. What the hell?”I look down, finding her scrambling towards the guy and not me.“Why would you hit him? God, and that too so hard
[Vivienne]We pull up to the emergency room, and I bolt out of the car, rushing inside to get help while Rosita stays with Michael. Paramedics quickly roll out a gurney, and we transfer Michael onto it. As they wheel him inside, Rosita and I follow, my guilt and worry pounding in my chest.“I’m so sorry, Ro. I really didn’t mean for this to happen,” I tell her, feeling terrible. I’m terrified that I’ve caused serious damage to the kind man. But Rosita doesn’t look as mad as she should be—I mean, I did hurt someone she knows, and from their conversation, I can tell they are good friends.“I know, Viv. It was an honest mistake,” she replies, squeezing my hand reassuringly. “Let’s just hope he’s okay.”We wait in the waiting room, which feels like an eternity. Finally, a doctor shows up, holding a clipboard.“He’s going to be fine,” she says with a reassuring smile. “He’s got a mild concussion and a nasty bump on his head, but nothing too serious. We’ll keep him here for a few hours for
[Vivienne]On my way to the precinct, I spill everything to Rosita. I tell her how we were drugged the previous night, the terror of nearly losing my eyes, and how it’s all courtesy of one of her clients, hellbent on making me pay the price for my non-existent actions.Rosita listens, her face growing more horrified with each detail. By the time I’m done, her hands are trembling, and she’s white as a sheet. “Vivienne… I had no idea. I’m so sorry. If I’d known—”“It’s not your fault, Ro,” I cut her off, trying to keep my voice steady. “You couldn’t have known that this client of yours would go this far.”“I know, but still. We at least need to do something about that club manager. How dare he drug us? If I see him, I’ll strangle him with my bare hands. He can’t just do that to women without repercussions.”I can’t agree more with her, but before I can reply, Marcus pulls the car over in front of the station, and we climb out.The detective is already there, waiting for us. He takes us
[Vivienne]I don’t know what to expect when I see Caden standing there, wearing his usual scowl, not saying anything, just staring. He must have come to the precinct for something absolutely important. Why else would he come himself when he has so many people—lawyers included—working for him, doing everything at his word?But surprisingly, he doesn’t look as shocked to see me, and that makes me wonder.Rosita stands right next to me, but he doesn’t even bat an eye at her. For a moment, no one says anything, and we don’t have to. Because just then, Detective Lopez appears next to us and greets my ex-husband.“Mr. Lawrence. Detective Lopez. We spoke on the phone?” He offers his hand to Caden.It’s only then that Caden blinks and shifts his dark eyes to the detective, nodding curtly. “Yes, we did. Can we talk somewhere more private?”“Of course, of course,” the detective says, flushing when Caden doesn’t even acknowledge the handshake. What a jerk! Had he always been this arrogant? Of co
[Caden]I’m sitting in what looks like a conference room, staring at the capped bottle of water in front of me. I check the time for the hundredth time and sigh.This is taking too long.How hard can it be for a detective like Lopez to convince Vivienne to drop the case?Maybe I was wrong to approach him myself. Perhaps I should have gone to one of his superiors. I could have surely saved myself from this awkward encounter with Vivienne.Just then, the glass door opens, and the sound of footsteps snaps me out of my thoughts. I look up to find Lopez grabbing a bottle of water, uncapping it, and gulping down the whole thing. He then pulls out a chair and sits down, placing his hands on the table.“I’m sorry, Mr. Lawrence, but—”“I’ve heard enough,” I tell him, and he looks surprised, suddenly speechless.I stand up, and that’s when he finds his voice again.“But you didn’t even… I didn’t even tell you… I don’t think you understand—”“I understand everything perfectly. I think it’s you w
[Vivienne]His lips on mine come out of nowhere.One minute, I’m trying to get the truth out of him, and the next, my back is being pressed against something hard, his ruthless fingers digging into my waist, and his mouth… his mouth is all over mine.I cannot begin to tell you how much I hate him right now.The fact that he thinks he can still use the same tactics to shut me up makes my blood boil. I’m so done with this man. So fucking done.“Get off me!” I push him hard—hard enough to peel his body off mine and shove him away. “What the hell is wrong with you? Is this how you handle all your conversations? Kissing people so you won’t have to hear the truth?”The look he gives me is one of confusion and something else I don’t want to analyze. He clears his throat and fixes his tie, as if that could somehow fix his entire asshole personality.Disgusted, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of here.Shit. This entire day has already bee
[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
[Vivienne]When I open my eyes, I don’t expect anything out of the ordinary.Like all my mornings, I expect to wake up staring at the ceiling, followed by my phone screen, and then realizing I have only half an hour to get ready or risk being late.But none of that happens this time.This time, when I wake up, I feel like I’ve been crushed by a train or something of that sort. My heart hurts, and when I try to turn or lift my arm to rub my face, it takes an immense amount of strength to do that.“Ughhhh!” I groan, blinking a few times to make sure I woke up in the same dimension I slept in—and not the other way around.“Hey, it’s okay,” a deep voice says, too faint for my ears to pick up clearly. Or maybe I’m just too drowsy to catch it. It’s only when I look to my side that I realize it belongs to the only man I have no desire to face first thing in the morning.“What the hell are you doing here?” I snap—or at least I try—only to feel like my throat is closing up on me, warning me no