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[Vivienne]“I think the simplest way to handle this situation is to take responsibility,” one of the men employed by Alexander says. He appears to be in his early forties, tall and good-looking, with an air of maturity about him.His name is… Duke, I think? Or at least that’s what Alexander introduced him as when he joined us on Alexander’s private plane.Oh, and yes, he’s taking me back to the Bahamas—something about Caden causing all kinds of problems for him.I’ll be honest, I have no idea what Caden is even doing at my hotel. How did he even know I was there? Or that I took a vacation in the first place?“You want me to admit that I kidnapped her?” Alexander asks, sounding more annoyed than confused. “That’s the best you can come up with?”Duke shakes his head, leaning forward. “No, that’s not what I said.”“Then what ARE you saying?”The two of them glare at each other before Duke leans back and sighs. “I’m saying that she needs to take responsibility.”“Wait, what?” I can’t help
[Vivienne]When our plane lands at the private port, we drive straight to the hotel.It was only yesterday that we arrived at this place, but so much has happened in the last few hours, it feels like an entire eternity has passed.During the whole twenty-minute drive to the hotel, Alexander and Duke keep their conversation to themselves. Duke gave me some instructions on what to say to the officer, if asked, and what not to do. He seems really worried in case something goes wrong. I can’t say the same for Alexander—he remains just as calm and composed as I’ve come to know him to be.Finally, the cars come to a halt, and though I’ve been telling myself that Caden being here and asking about me isn’t a big deal, I’m starting to realize what a fucking lie that is.All those questions I’ve been trying to suppress come rushing back. What the hell is he doing here? What the hell does he want? How did he even know I was here, of all places? Is it a coincidence? Is he keeping an eye on me?“Y
[Vivienne]Caden looks at me as if he can’t wait to get me alone and actually murder me. Or maybe I’m reading too much into whatever’s going on across his stupidly handsome face. He doesn’t say a word, though, as if daring me to continue testing his patience as much as I can.I don’t know what to make of it, so I just keep talking to the officer. “Rest assured, there was no force involved. I went with Alexander because we’re both adults, and single, and we can do that if we want to. I’ve known him for many years, and, as it turns out, I enjoy his company a lot.”The officer exchanges a blank look with another man in the room. I haven’t seen him before, but he doesn’t seem irrelevant, so I’m just going to assume that my disappearance affected him, too.“So, are you saying Mr. Bane here did not force you to leave the hotel?” he leans forward. “You can be honest, Ms. Sinclair. I assure you, I won’t let any harm come to you. You seem like a smart, independent woman, so I hope you know tha
[Vivienne]Before I can say another word, he tightens his grip and drags me toward the same elevator I had hoped to use to escape from him.I try to free myself. “What the hell are you doing?” I twist my arm, but nothing helps. “Just let me go. Just… Caden!”It’s like he doesn’t hear me at all, or maybe he just doesn’t care.He keeps dragging me into the elevator, slamming the button for our floor, watching as the doors close.“I said, leave me alone!” I try again, over and over, but it’s like he’s made of stone—nothing works. He just stands there, probably pissed off, his jaw tightly clenched.“Have you lost your fucking mind? Just…just let go of me!”When we reach the desired floor, the doors open to reveal a lovey-dovey couple too busy making out to notice anything else. Caden doesn’t care, though. He simply shoves them aside and keeps dragging me along.The couple stumbles out of the way, shooting us confused, irritated looks, but Caden doesn’t even glance at them. His hand is lik
[Vivienne]“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I couldn’t hold back the anger bubbling inside me.This man. God, this despicable man. I hate him so much. So damn much.Who does he think he is? Dragging me around like this, cuffing me to him as if I’ll be fine with it.Well, I’m not fine with it. I’m absolutely against it—aggressively so.Asshole.I try to tug my wrist free, but it’s a battle I can’t win, not without the damn key.“Listen to me very carefully, Caden Lawrence. If you don’t let me go this second, I’m going to make your life a living hell. You hear me? I’ll make you regret this so hard, you’ll cry tears of blood.”I mean every word, but for some reason, Caden doesn’t take me seriously. How do I know? Because instead of responding like a real man, he simply rolls his eyes and chuckles softly.My eyebrows shoot up. “You think this is funny? What the—are you crazy? Are you on drugs? Or have you finally lost your damn mind?”“Tone it down!” he snaps, tugging at his ear
[Vivienne]“You’re insane!” I tell him, shoving his hand off my face.He shrugs. “I’m just telling you the truth.”“You’re talking nonsense.”“Well, that’s not for you to decide.”I want to scream so bad. God! I knew he was arrogant and aloof and zombie-serious, but I didn’t expect him to be such an…such an…asshole!“You think I can only fall in love with you?” If that’s what he thinks, he’s damn wrong. “Well, then, I guess you’re in for a huge disappointment. Because I’m no longer in love with you. It was my biggest mistake in the first place, but twice? Please. I’m not that stupid.”He sits down next to me and takes out his phone, completely ignoring me.He calls someone. “Yes. What’s the status of the plane?”I can hear the voice from the other end, not clearly but enough to make out the person is talking something about the weather.I glance out the window and notice it’s raining.“Alright. Let me know when they give us the go,” he says, then hangs up.“Looks like we’re stuck here
[Vivienne]“Are you out of your mind?”I don’t know what else to say, what else to feel—about all this. This man has to have lost a few brain cells somehow to think I would actually kiss him.“Did you hit your head or something?” I ask, looking for some cuts and bruises around his face. “A very bad concussion perhaps?”Because this is definitely not something a normal Caden would ask of. Well, unless he had a huge memory loss after some tragic accident and he forgot an enormous part of his life. The part where he decided to be an asshole to his wife.Despite my crudeness, however, he doesn’t move or loosen his grip on my waist. Instead, his fingers dig deeper into my skin, making me gasp at the sharp, pinching pain.Leaning closer, he brushes his nose along my cheek, his eyes shamelessly glued to my lips.“Don’t pretend you’re not a little excited at the idea of something happening between us right now,” he whispers, his warm breath grazing my skin. My eyes squeeze shut as I press my
[Vivienne]I don’t know what to say to that.I mean, I can. There’s so much I can say, blame him back for this or that, or maybe hurl the insults back at him. Because that seems like the only thing we both seemed to be good at, now that there’s no relationship left between us.But I press my lips together and look away, refusing to get sucked into this vicious cycle of accusations being thrown around. I know that at the end of the day, I’ll be the one who’s hurt. Caden? He’ll just walk away, head held high, like he always does.“What? Nothing left to say? No comebacks?” he taunts, and if he thinks I don’t know what he’s trying to do, he’s dead wrong.But I’m not taking the bait. I’m not going to lose my temper more than I already have. Instead, I need to focus on getting out of this situation—that should be my number one priority right now.He scoffs. “Fine by me.”Silence follows.He places a plate in front of me, then another in front of himself, and we eat, as civilly as possible,
[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
[Caden]I walk out of the mansion and reach my car, already parked in the driveway.But I don’t get inside and move on with my day.No. I stop just before getting in and slam my fist against the roof of the car.Damn it! So close. I was so damn close to telling her everything. If only she had given me a chance.But can I really blame her? Is it really her fault for not giving me a chance now?The answer is no. I can’t blame her, and she isn’t at fault. I’ve wronged her in too many ways for her to believe that this time, when I speak to her, it comes straight from my heart. My words. My effort. My care.But does that mean I should just… give up?Absolutely not.I turn to face the mansion I just walked out of and mumble to myself,“You think I don’t want the child. But you couldn’t be more wrong. I have never wanted anything more in my life. But I have my reasons for holding back. I have a reason for not wanting to pass on my disabilities to our child—to keep them from suffering the sam