*PRESENT*[Vivienne]By the time our flight lands at Lynden Pindling International Airport, Rosita and I are thoroughly rested and incredibly excited.Since Rosita planned this vacation all on her own and kept it a surprise, I don’t even bother asking what kind of resort or hotel she might have picked.Rosita flashes me a grin as we exit the plane, her designer shades perched perfectly on her nose. “Ready to get spoiled rotten?”I laugh, adjusting my own sunglasses. “I was born ready.”As we step outside, the tropical air hits us—warm, humid, and carrying the faint scent of saltwater. A private car is waiting for us, the driver holding a sign with our names on it. We slide into the backseat, and Rosita pops open a bottle of champagne from the minibar, pouring us both a glass.“To paradise,” she toasts, clinking her glass against mine.“To paradise,” I echo, taking a sip. The champagne is crisp and cold, the perfect start to what I’m sure is going to be an indulgent getaway.The car ev
[Vivienne]I don’t know what to say.I mean, what are the chances that the moment I decide to step out of my country, I end up bumping into one of the rarest and most elusive men I know?“Ms. Sinclair,” he says, his handsome face splitting into a charming grin. “Fancy seeing you here.”I want to roll my eyes, but I’m too stunned to even do that. “I could say the same. What are you doing here?”The last time we met, he came to rescue me and Marcus from those crazy couple who wanted to sell off my eyes to some rich fella. I still remember the look on Marcus’s face when I told him the man who saved us was Alexander Bane. Later, when I told Rosita about it, we both laughed for hours.Alexander drops his dark eyes to the space between us, and for the first time, we both notice how close we are. While he seems neither surprised nor awkward, I can’t say the same for myself. Heat rushes to my face in waves until he finally steps back, running a hand through his dark hair.He chuckles, and it
[Vivienne]I stare at his outstretched hand like it’s some sick joke.The floor is littered with bodies, blood spreading out in thick, dark pools, and he’s acting like we’re just heading out for a casual stroll.I frown, not liking this one bit. “Are you serious? No! I’m not going anywhere with you. You just… you just…” I can’t even say it, and now that the words are in my mouth, I realize how dangerous this situation is—how dangerous this man is.He just killed five men right in front of me.Shit. Is he going to kill me now too? Am I a liability he wants to take care of?Fuck!“Look,” I try a much softer tone this time. “This doesn’t have to be this way. I swear, I won’t say a peep about this. You don’t have to…”He cuts me off, tipping his head to the side. “I don’t have to what?”I swallow hard, my heart racing as I try to piece together a coherent thought. “You know…like… you don’t have to kill me, right? I’m not exactly in the mood to die right now. I just wanted a nice fucking v
[Vivienne]After climbing three or four flights of stairs, we reach the rooftop.At first, I’m not sure how being on the rooftop could solve any of our problems—problems like the bunch of men still pounding the hallways downstairs, looking for us.But just as I’m about to ask him if the plan is to jump or do something even more ridiculous, the loud sound of a chopper pulls my gaze toward the night sky.I squint up at the helicopter.It’s sleek, black, and clearly expensive—because of course it is.He glances over at me, catching the disbelief on my face, and a slow, knowing smile spreads across his lips. “Not exactly the jump you were imagining, is it?”I glare at him, the absurdity of it all starting to sink in. “You’ve got a fucking helicopter on standby?”“Always be prepared, darling,” he says, his tone infuriatingly casual as if we’re discussing nothing more than the weather. “You never know when you might need to make a quick escape. And it looks like tonight, you’ll be joining m
[Vivienne]As soon as I step out of the car, I’m struck by the sheer opulence of the place.Marble columns, golden accents—this isn’t just wealth; it’s power. I don’t have time to gawk, though, because Alexander is already leading me inside.We pass through massive doors, the kind you see in movies where some king lives in a ridiculous palace. But this isn’t a movie, and I’m sure this man is more dangerous than any fictional character I know.“You live here?” I ask, trying to keep the disbelief out of my voice.“Yes,” he replies, like it’s no big deal. “The one and only.”I follow him down a hallway that feels like it could go on forever. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this is not a dream—or a nightmare, for that matter—I’m tangled up with a guy who kills people for a living and probably doesn’t even blink afterward.I bite the inside of my cheek and follow him without any more questions.When we reach further inside the palace, past at least a dozen guards, a g
[Vivienne]I look up from the floor and find a very pregnant woman standing right in front of me.Seeing her belly, which looks like it’s carrying at least seven months of pregnancy, I feel terrible for not being more cautious.“I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t see you there.”“Well, obviously!” She rolls her eyes with exaggerated disdain, placing a hand under her belly and scowling even more. “Look at you, standing there like a clueless idiot. It’s pathetic. What exactly are you supposed to be? The new maid who can’t even manage to watch where she’s going? The kitchen staff who’s so useless they might as well not exist? Or maybe you’re just another one of those pathetic mistresses they parade around like trophies. Either way, you’re failing miserably at whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing.”I open my mouth to respond, but the woman cuts me off with a sharp glare.“Seriously, are you going to just stand there or are you going to do something useful?”I’m taken aback, but I’m not abou
[Vivienne]I’m pacing in the room, unsure of what to do next when there’s a knock on the door.For a second, I just stare at it, wondering who it could be. Everything that’s happened tonight has left a deep impression on me—I don’t feel safe anymore.But when the knock comes again, I have no choice but to answer.Thankfully, it’s Mrs. Sullivan standing on the other side, holding a pair of folded clothes.“Change of clothes for you,” she says, handing them to me with her usual bored expression.I consider asking her if I can make a call, but before I can, she shoves the clothes into my arms and turns to leave.I don’t understand why everyone here acts so strangely, looking at me like I’m either insignificant or beneath them, but I know one thing—I don’t like it. Why the hell did I get into this situation in the first place? I didn’t ask for any of this, did I?I close the door, lock it from the inside, and drop the clothes on the bed. I start pacing the room again, deciding I need to f
[Vivienne]I don’t remember being so clumsy, but apparently, that’s who I am now.The maid and I stare at each other with wide eyes, neither of us daring to move. I open my mouth to apologize, but before I can say anything, Alexander and his father appear in the hallway.“What the hell is going on here?” the older man snaps, his eyes drilling into the maid and me. “Why are you standing there like idiots? Clean this mess up.”I glance at the maid, but she’s already scurrying away to get a broom. I kneel down and start picking up the shards, but just as I do, Alexander quickly appears behind me.“You don’t have to do that,” he says, grabbing my arm.I look up at him, frowning. “It’s okay. I’ll help.”“No, you won’t. The maids can take care of it. You’re my guest. Just let them do their job.”I want to protest, but then I notice his father and the guards who’ve gathered after the commotion, and I realize this isn’t the time to argue. So, I stand up and let Alexander lead me away.We walk
[Vivienne]I end up staying by Harvey’s side thorughout the night.Afraid that strange woman would show up again.I don’t know why she bothered me so much. She might have been a visitor ending up in the wrong room, something Molly suggested when I shared the incident with her. But something inside me doesn’t have faith in that reasoning.Something was weird about her. The way she ran off. In the hurry that she was in.Who was she? And what was she doing in Harvey’s room?“Vivienne?” A weak voice enters my ears, and I jerk up from my barely-there sleep, only to find Harvey gazing at me with his soft eyes.“Hey,” I lean forward, holding his hand as he tries to reach. “How are you feeling now? I should better call the doctor—”“Where is she?” he cuts me off, blinking lazily, as if still trying to force his brain to focus.He must be talking about the woman with him during the crash.“She’s fine now. In fact, I was about to check up on her once you woke up.”He sighs, closing his eyes and
[Vivienne]After spending a few hours sitting next to Harvey, who has been drifting in and out of consciousness due to the painkillers, I ask Mom and Dad to head home.They’re old and don’t have the same stamina they once did.“You should get some rest too, Vivi,” Mom says, holding my hands in hers. “You’re pregnant, and this is too much stress for you to handle right now. Think about the little life inside you. You need to be more cautious.”“I know, Mom,” I say, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. “And I’m fine. I’ve booked a room at a nearby hotel, so I’ll be staying there until I get a call from one of the nurses that Harvey is awake. They said he’ll probably sleep through the night, so there’s no point in staying.”She nods. “Good, good. Your dad and I will leave then. But let us know when you get to the hotel—we’ll worry otherwise.”“Sure, mom. Don’t worry about it.”Finally, mom and dad leave, and I sit with Harvey for a while.I look at him, and hold his hand. “You better be aw
[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