Novels by Vine 🌸

Zaden's pov…The way the pace of her breathing increased with each item the attendant showed us indicated that something was wrong.“I need some air.”Before I could word a reply, she had already made her way to the exit.I allowed her to leave, but my sixth sense couldn't stop me for more than a minute before I sought after her.“Are you okay?” I placed my hand on the small of her back, stirring her in my direction.I didn't notice there was someone beside her as my attention was completely on her.The person cleared her throat alerting me to her presence, “Mr Blackwell,” She stared at me with wide eyes.Mila stepped away from where my hand rested. My hand instantly turned cold as I squeezed it tightly beside me.I recognized the person beside her. She works at ZDN Corp. She must have been at today's meeting as well, but I didn’t know her. “Mr Blackwell… what a coincidence running into you here.” “I didn’t know you were close with Mila.” My gaze shifted from her to Mila; she gave

Mila's POV…The weight of our discussion still hovered over me as I went through the files.Zaden's office was not exposed like mine so I couldn't see him working.I spent the remaining hours buried deep in the Russel group case, as I studied their company over the past few years.My mind drifted back to Zaden's last statement.A soft knock jolted me back to the present. “We have a meeting now, are you ready?”I blinked, “Umm… Yes, I am.” I picked up my note from the desk following behind him. Throughout the meeting, I couldn’t focus on the topic as I stared at Zaden speak.He didn’t spare me a glance, he was in his element. So focused, organized, and from the way he spoke, he commanded so much authority that everyone listened.His aura was palpable throughout the room. “Miss Grayson would take over now, she has a plan for the Russel group acquisition.” I was still so lost in thought, I hadn’t realized everyone in the room had turned their attention to me waiting for me to speak.

Mila's POV…Barely a minute before his phone beeped, jolting us back to reality.“Sorry… Sorry.” He stumbled backwards, washing his hands over his face.I cleared my throat, “Uhm…It's…okay.”He waved his phone in the air, ”Your clothes are here.”“Right.”Another awkward silence.“I would go get them.”“Okay,” I answered quickly, biting my lips where his taste still lingered.He left the room as quickly as well.“Fuck.” I muttered beneath my breath, running my hands through my hair.He was back in a few minutes with a bunch of bags and boxes.“Did you buy an entire mall?”“I can't buy what I already own, can I?”“Not surprised.”“You can check them out, see if they fit.”"When I said I needed clothes, I meant regular work clothes.”“They are regular.”“No, these are designers.”“What's the difference?”“I don't want to walk into your company looking like I screwed my boss for some designers and got knocked up.”“You did screw your boss, and got knocked up.”“Haha. Not funny and you we

Zaden's pov…“I won't let anyone hurt you,” I moved closer, closing the gap between us.“I won't get hurt…” “...Is that why you have been distant these past weeks?” She moved backwards, recreating the gap between us.“I didn't want to get you involved. These people are dangerous.” I didn't move again; I just stood, allowing my eyes to study her as I clenched my fist to stop myself from reaching out to her.“No, you should have told me, you don't get to choose what I can and cannot handle, I am not some fragile doll you keep in a chest, Zaden.” The tone of her voice increased slightly. “Don't go back to the restaurant at least until I have handled this situation.” I pleaded Mila was stubborn, but her safety mattered more. "I would go, what happened to ‘tightening security’?”"It would take at least a month to put maximum security protocols around the restaurant. If we start immediately, it would tip them off that we are scared.”“And not showing up, won't?”I sighed, “Mila please.”

Mila's pov...My eyes stayed on the words, my body refused to move.My palms dampened as my fingers curled slightly.“You don't plan on spending the rest of the night here, do you?” Emily called out impatiently as she walked in.I wiped the writing away quickly, my sleeves smearing the letters until they disappeared, before she could come closer."You good?” She asked, her eyes searching mine."Of course…let's go. I am starving.” I wrapped my hand in hers. I wasn't sure I could've moved on my own; my legs felt hollow beneath me.I smiled widely, though it didn't quite reach my eyes.Cutlery scraped against plates, the kitchen door swinging open and closed as orders rolled in and out.Voices rose and fell around me, but none of them reached me.I was physically present, but my mind was still back at my restaurant; Standing, staring at the words like they might reappear if I blinked.The warning was clear and direct. The message was for me.“Mila, Mila, Mila!” At the last call, I repli

Mila's POV…Yellow tapes, police cars, and sirens blaring in the distance.I instinctively dialed Zaden's number.“Mila, what's wrong?” It would be the first time I ever called him.We had collected each other's contacts after we signed our contract, but since then I had no need for it.My voice croaked, “Can you come over to the restaurant?”No questions asked, “On my way.” Goose bumps covered my skin, as I stared at the damage done. The place was a mess, with broken windows and tampered plumbing.The police said it was a break-in, in search of valuables, common for new businesses.Nothing was missing and somehow, that made it worse.Something wasn't right. In a couple of minutes, Zaden arrived at the scene.“Where is my Fiancé?” Zaden yelled at one of the cops, shifting my attention from the scene before me.From where I stood I could see how tense his face was.“Zaden? I am here.” I called out for him.One of the police men tried to stop, Zaden scowled at him ready to push throu