Novels by Vivian.Chy

Lance's POV She keeps glancing at me then throws her gaze out the car window as I speed through the tarred road.I can tell she is exploding with so many questions.The wedding dress is a mess now, but damn! She still looks like the most beautiful disaster I've ever seen.But then, of all the women I had to crash into, it had to be Theodore Martins' daughter. Why did I miss researching who her dad is?Good thing the helicopter caused enough mess, he could have seen my face and that would mean a different kind of unraveling.Should probably keep my distance from his family.I look at her, the breeze playing with her hair as she stares out the car window.“Are you good?” I ask, trying to break the silence.“No, I’m sorry, I’m just... It’s all happening so fast.” Her brows furrow and her face spells panic.“But how did you do that, Jonathan? How did you pull that off?!” Her voice suddenly comes out rushed and full of wonder, like a kid seeing fireworks.“The men, the helicopter, the car

Ramona’s POVI stand in front of the mirror, staring at the stranger looking back at me. The dress is beautiful, that's what everyone says. But to me, it feels like a cage.The fabric is biting my skin, it feels so heavy and stiff, squeezing my ribs so tight I can barely take a full breath.Aunt Evangeline’s warm hands work at the back of the gown, pulling the ropes and fastening the eyelets. Each tug makes the dress feel tighter. I'm trying to take a deep breath but I can't. I feel the panic rising inside me.“Aunt Eva… I can’t breathe,” I whisper, my voice small, like it doesn’t want to be heard.Her hands pause for just a second. Our eyes meet in the mirror. And I see the pity in her gaze, the way her face softens. She knows, she just knows that I didn't want this. But just as quickly, she forces a big smile.“Oh, my sweet girl,” she says gently, her voice warm. “You look absolutely breathtaking. When Malik sees you, his eyes will definitely fall off, Just look at you!”I try to se

Lance’s POVI’m still trying my best to take in what just happened.A crazy girl thinks I’m some Jonathan guy and wants me to wreck her wedding.She pulls out her phone from her purse. Fourteen missed calls from her dad already. “Crazy dad.”I can’t stop looking. The way her deep brown curls dance freely across her well-sculpted chest, all messy, wild, and beautiful.Her heart-shaped lips, damn. They’re full and slightly parted like she wants to say something sweet.Then her soulful brown eyes catch mine again.“I need to go. Please, I’m counting on you to get this done.” Her voice comes out with the sweetest sound. It could melt a man’s heart like butter.“I got you,” I say, wondering what the heck I’m getting myself into, for a lady I don’t even know.I watch her walk out, her posture tight, like this place makes her skin crawl. Too innocent, too fragile.I hope I don’t land myself in deep trouble. Whoever I’m going to ruin his wedding, he’s going to put up a heck of a fight for tha

Ramona’s POV“I'll pay you a million dollars if you can wreck my wedding.” The words shot out of my mouth faster than I expected.“Excuse me?” He turns sharply, his nose scrunched in confusion.My heart bangs against my chest like a drum, and my stomach burns. I don’t know what could be the result of what I’m doing, but I’m definitely getting it done.For a second, he just stares. His eyes drop to the hem of my yellow bodycon gown and drags back up, slowly, like he’s trying to figure out if I’m drunk, crazy, or both.Rain slams against the windows of the club and thunder follows. The whole city feels like it’s shaking apart, or maybe that’s just me.I’ve never done anything like this before.But tonight? Tonight I’m done being the good girl.Everything boiled over yesterday night. The pre-wedding photoshoot, the fake smiles, the stupid, heavy wedding dress I didn’t even pick for myself. My dad stood off to the side, nodding like he owned me, looking proud.My life was never mine. Sinc