Vivian resisted the masked attacker with all her might, using every ounce of strength to push away the knife dangerously close to her face. He continued to exert force, attempting to overpower her, but she fought back, refusing to yield. Though the wound was not deep, blood trickled down, staining her clothes.Vivian cried out, desperation evident in her voice, "Help me! Please help me! This man is trying to kill me!" However, her plea seemed futile in the lonely corner of the late-night street.In a desperate move, Vivian delivered a powerful kick to her assailant, momentarily creating an opening for her to escape. She took the opportunity to run towards Louis, who had appeared just in time. His presence ignited a spark of hope within her.Without hesitation, Louis embraced Vivian, instructing her to retreat. His face contorted with fierce determination as he glared at the masked attacker. Stepping forward, he engaged in a heated battle with the assailant. The clash intensified as bo
The sun's rays illuminated the serene beach, warming the picturesque setting of Brian Evans and Amanda Green's wedding. It was the most beautiful beach in the country, precisely what Amanda had envisioned for her special day. Soft music filled the air, creating an ambiance of tranquility as delicate silk drapes adorned the reception tables. However, amidst her own wedding, Amanda felt a lack of power. She couldn't help but feel like an outsider within her own family. With no influence or talent to contribute to her family's standing, her only role was to marry Brian Evans, solidifying an economic partnership between their prominent families. As Amanda walked down the aisle, a forced smile graced her lips. She tried to appear joyful on her wedding day, but her eyes betrayed a tinge of melancholy. She knew that Brian held no affection for her and regarded this marriage as a mere mockery. Brian, the groom, stood at the altar coldly and indifferently. His eyes showed no emotion as he l
Vivian stood at the airport, patiently awaiting Kristen's arrival, her closest confidante. They hadn't seen each other in months since Kristen left to pursue her studies in France, missing out on Brian's wedding. Kristen had wanted to be there for Vivian during her most challenging times, but her academic commitments had kept her away. Finally, the day had come for Kristen's return. Vivian's face lit up with joy as she spotted Kristen walking through the gate. They rushed into each other's arms, embracing tightly as if no time had passed. After that, Vivian and Kristen entered their favorite café, going to the counter to place their orders."What can I get for you ladies?" the barista asked with a friendly smile. True to her usual choice, Vivian replied, "I'll have an iced latte with extra milk, please!" Kristen pondered momentarily before deciding, "I'll go with a hot chocolate, thank you." After a short wait, the barista handed them their drinks, and they settled into a quiet
Luna arrived at the café to meet Olivia, her eyes filled with determination and a twisted smile adorning her face. Her thoughts remained incredibly damaging despite undergoing compulsory therapy for her psychological condition. She reached out to Olivia, seeking solace and spewing venomous tales about Vivian. Luna intended to use Olivia as a pawn in her continued quest to harm Vivian."Olivia, you have no idea just how cunning Vivian can be," Luna whispered, her voice brimming with resolve. "She deceives everyone into believing that she has succeeded through her talent. But the truth is, she owes everything to Louis."Olivia listened with a mix of scepticism and intrigue. While she disliked Vivian, she also knew Luna's greedy nature. "Why do you think that?" Olivia asked, cautious of Luna's motivations.Luna relished the opportunity to sow seeds of doubt and satisfy her envy. She continued, her words dripping with disdain, "I used to have a secret relationship with Louis. I have pictu
In Louis's office, Vivian's face was etched with tension as she scrolled through her phone, reading a barrage of articles highlighting the striking similarities between the two fashion designs. The comments on Bloom's social media page only amplified the vitriol and hateful remarks aimed at her and her collection. Weariness and sorrow engulfed her, her hands trembling under unjust accusations.Louis approached her, gently taking hold of her phone and placing it on the table. His presence brought a glimmer of solace to Vivian's troubled soul. "Fear not, Vivian. I will handle the media situation," he assured her, his voice laced with determination.With her hands covering her face, Vivian struggled to hold back the tears streaming down her cheeks. In a choked voice, she pleaded, "I didn't do this, Louis. Do you believe me?"Louis reached out, wiping a stray tear from Vivian's cheek. His eyes conveyed unwavering trust and support. "Vivian, my love, I believe in you," he affirmed, his voi
Vivian patiently awaited Olivia's arrival. When she saw Olivia entering the room, she took a deep breath, preparing for the upcoming conversation."Olivia, thank you for coming," Vivian greeted with a warm smile, but there was an underlying strangeness in her demeanor that differed from their usual interactions.Olivia appeared surprised by Vivian's friendly approach, but she decided to play along. "What do you want to talk about, Vivian?"Vivian's smile remained unchanged as she began the conversation, "I've been reflecting on our recent interactions and everything that's been happening. It's truly heartbreaking to see someone trying to destroy my reputation and my collection."Olivia feigned concern, "I understand, Vivian. It's a difficult situation, but I have nothing to do with it."Vivian looked straight into Olivia's eyes, shaking her head, "I think you must be tired, aren't you?"Olivia hesitated momentarily before responding, "What do you mean?"With a slight smirk, Vivian con
Vivian and her closest friend, Kristen, decided to spend the afternoon shopping together. Vivian was exhausted from everything that happened at work and wanted to unwind. They strolled past a luxurious and trendy fashion boutique. Kristen's eyes lit up with delight. "Oh, Vivian, look at this dress! It's so beautiful!" she exclaimed, gently touching the elegant fabric of the light pink dress. Vivian nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, it's gorgeous. But on what occasion do you want to wear it?"At this point, Kristen chuckled mischievously, "For a date!" Vivian's eyes filled with curiosity. "Who's the lucky guy?" Kristen blushed slightly and winked playfully. "Otis Evans. The guy I met on the flight back home. I had no idea he worked at the same company as me now. He asked me out!" Vivian smirked and playfully patted Kristen's shoulder. "That's destiny for you. Then we must pick the perfect outfit to make him swoon at first sight!" Vivian picked several dresses for Kristen to try
Amanda's eyelids fluttered open slowly, a sharp ache piercing her temples. She brought her hand up to her head to soothe the throbbing pain.As her surroundings came into focus, she realized she was in an unfamiliar room. Confusion whirled in her mind as she tried to piece together the events leading up to this moment.Her hand reached for the phone on the table. No messages, no missed calls. A pang of sadness flickered in her eyes.She cautiously sat up and looked around, her heart pounding. The room was orderly and meticulously kept. Her clothes had been completely changed.The last thing she remembered was being with Emma, pouring her heart out in a sea of alcohol. She remembered confessing things to Emma that she had never told anyone before.The following memories grew blurry, and she couldn't recall what happened next. She rubbed her temples, attempting to coax her foggy mind into clarity.Amanda decided to open the door and step outside. The sound of activity drew her attention
Two months had slipped by since Vivian retreated to this peaceful corner of the world, a decision shrouded in silence. As she sat on the bench, hands gently resting on her growing belly, she whispered apologies to the life stirring within her. "My dear child, I'm so sorry. I'm just so afraid that your father might not truly love me," she confessed to the soft breeze, her voice a blend of love and fear.Her solitude was interrupted by the rustle of the newspaper she picked up, the headlines grabbing her attention with a shock so profound it felt physical. Emma and Steven, caught in a web of conspiracy and attempted murder against Brian. The reality seemed too surreal, too distant from the life she once knew.The phone rang, pulling her further from her thoughts. Kristen's voice crackled through, tinged with disbelief. "Vivian, have you heard? Emma and Steven were arrested for trying to kill Brian.""Yes, I saw," Vivian replied, the weight of the news settling in. "I can't believe they w
Louis returned home to a silence that was unsettling. The absence of Vivian's presence turned the once comforting space into a void that echoed with his growing concern. He waited until nightfall, hope dwindling with each passing hour, but there was no sign of her. Desperation clawed at his chest as he dialed her number, only to be met with the cold indifference of a voicemail. Kristen's line was equally unyielding, offering no solace, no clue to Vivian's whereabouts.Panic set in, a relentless tide that washed over him, urging action. He drove to Kristen's house, the urgency of his mission fueling his speed. But the house stood silent, its windows dark, a mute testament to his deepest fears. Vivian was nowhere to be found.His mind raced as he contacted his private investigator, the words tumbling out in a frantic plea for assistance. "Find her," he implored, the command a lifeline thrown into the vast uncertainty that had engulfed him.Attempts to reach Otis, Kristen's boyfriend, yi
Louis shattered the stillness, his whisper slicing through the gloom, "I love you, Viv. Beyond anything else." His tone, a tender stroke, acted as a balm to the storm of sentiments raging within Vivian. Silence was her response, her heartbeat a drumbeat of confusion, as she navigated through her maelstrom of apprehensions and longing. Her memory of their shared past was a blank slate.In a surge of impulsivity, Vivian cast aside the pillow, her action louder than any spoken word. The chasm between them closed as Louis encircled her in his embrace, pulling her to him. Vivian sought refuge in his arms, her head against his chest, attuned to the consistent beat of his heart. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, the reason for her weeping unclear, possibly the purest expression of her soul.Louis's hand gently swept across Vivian's back. "Life without you is unimaginable," he murmured, his breath a warm caress on her nape.Elevating her gaze to his, the anguish in his look, the unfiltered sinc
The kiss persisted, and neither of them appeared to want to break it. However, as the tension grew, Vivian softly pushed Louis away, bit her lip, and murmured, "Just one kiss. That's all there is to it.""Thanks, bae," Louis muttered as he took a step back, his hand caressing his lips. "It's quite tasty."Vivian's cheeks turned pink, and she muttered, "You smudged my lipstick!"Vivian motioned for Louis to stand still after the kiss; her hands intended to continue applying his makeup, but she paused for a second. His fierce and scorching look made her uneasy. "Close your eyes," she said, trying to temper the fire in his gaze, which threatened to distract her.Louis closed his eyes and surrendered to her touch. Vivian worked painstakingly in the silence that followed, her hands steady as she etched the image of a skeleton onto his skin.Vivian took a step back after thirty minutes, when it was completed satisfactorily. "Open your eyes," she said, motioning with her hand. When Louis agr
Vivian's recuperation was visible two days after she was released from the hospital, a gentle return to the world she previously knew. Louis tentatively approached the subject of their living arrangements after finishing the discharge formalities. "Would you mind staying with me? I want us to be close so you can recall our shared memories more quickly," he said, his words tinged with hope. Vivian shook her head, watching the expressions on his face. His brief disappointment tugged at her emotions, and she knew the depth of his adoration was genuine. "I'd rather you stay with me at my place," she finally added, expressing a need for routine and some sort of control in a life that had suddenly been turned upside down. Louis's face lit up, a stark contrast to the stern mask he usually wore. The powerful guy, who was always so composed, reveled in the simple confirmation of a lady he adored. He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, a show of love. He contacted his assistant righ
"I will never leave you alone." Louis assured her, the corners of his mouth lifting into a reassuring smile.His assistant made arrangements to move them to the hospital's most luxurious suite—a room that felt almost like home and had space for him to remain by her side.Before granting them privacy, Kristen shared a secret with Louis, her eyes clouded with sadness. "When she was fifteen, a burglar broke into her house on a night she was alone," Kristen confided. "Ever since, Vivian has been terrified of sleeping alone. It took years for her to overcome that fear. Please be patient with her."Louis nodded in understanding. "I will," he promised, a solemn vow made to both Kristen and himself. For the first time, he was privy to the shadows that lingered in Vivian's past.That night, as Vivian lay beside him, her breaths deep and even, her brow would occasionally furrow in her sleep, as if she were fending off nightmares. Louis watched over her, a silent guardian against the darkness of
Kristen burst into the room, her quick steps and tears streaming down her cheeks saying more than the words she could say. As she lay down, her gaze was fixed on Vivian's eyes. Otis also hugged Kristen tightly, as if to tell her not to worry too much because it would harm the baby in her womb. "Are you ok?" Kristen's voice was a trembling whisper, a stark contrast to the strength she usually exuded. Vivian smiled softly, relieved to finally meet the only person she remembered. "No problem, Kristen. I'm perfectly fine!" Vivian's gaze then shifted to Louis, and she made a suggestion. "Could you please step outside, Louis?" "I need to talk to Kristen." She just wanted this conversation to be private so she could confirm a few things. Louis nodded and walked away with Otis, leaving the two women alone with their thoughts. Kristen sat down next to Vivian's bed and gently held her hand. Her eyes welled up with tears as she remembered the moment she learned the bad news. Her heart clench
An hour later, Louis was granted the permission to see her. He sat beside her, his gaze settling on the cheeks that once bloomed with health, now pallid and lifeless. Her breathing was faint, almost imperceptible. The bloodshot threads in his eyes stood out starkly.He kept her company through the night, as though his presence could somehow bind her soul to this realm. The night pressed on, and he remained, unable to tear his eyes away for even a second. Fatigue enveloped him, yet he stayed, watching over her. He feared that the moment he succumbed to sleep might be the very moment she slipped through his fingers."Vivian, I love you deeply. I am sorry for everything."What if her memories of them had been irretrievably lost? Would she despise him, pushing him away, denying him the chance to be close to her?Louis's mind was a tempest of confusion, yet his heart clung to hope, ready to do anything for her happiness.The longest night in Louis's life had ebbed away. Vivian finally bega
The car collided with Vivian with devastating force, sending her delicate frame sprawling to the ground, unconscious and drenched in her own blood. Vanessa, gripping the steering wheel, was engulfed in a tidal wave of panic, her senses overwhelmed. "Damn it!" She screamed, pounding her fists against the wheel. Her heart thudded wildly as she realized the severity of her actions. In a state of utter terror, she floored the accelerator, fleeing the scene at a dizzying speed. Bystanders watched in horrified disbelief, witnessing the brutality of the moment unfold before their eyes. The air was thick with cries of shock and the frenzied sound of people pulling out their phones, dialing emergency services and reporting to the police. Chaos reigned, punctuated by a sense of urgency and disbelief. Amidst the pandemonium, Louis arrived, his face draining of color as he took in the horrific sight before him. Vivian, the woman he held dear, lay in a pool of her own blood, her body seemingly