Nobela ni Pecera Vienne

David's POVThe moment I stepped into the mansion, I regretted coming home."David!"Charlotte's voice echoed across the living room before I could even remove my suit jacket.I closed my eyes briefly.Not again.I had spent the entire day attending meetings, reviewing reports, and preparing for the most important business deal of my career.The last thing I wanted was another argument."What is it this time?" I asked tiredly.Charlotte hurried toward me with excitement dancing in her eyes.She shoved her phone in front of my face."Look at this."I glanced at the screen.A Chanel handbag.Another one.The price nearly made me laugh.Eighty thousand dollars.I lowered the phone."And?""I want it."I stared at her."Charlotte, I bought you three Chanel bags last week."She rolled her eyes."So?""So?"My patience snapped a little."Charlotte, those bags haven't even been used.""They're old."I blinked."Old?""Yes."She folded her arms."Fashion changes quickly, David."For several s

I felt fingers brushed against my neck.My heartbeat quickened.Something wasn't right.The touch wasn't gentle.Then her voice came.Low.Cold.Filled with bitterness."You took everything from me."Fear crawled through my chest."You took my happiness."The fingers around my neck tightened.My pulse raced.I tried to move.Nothing.I tried to open my eyes.Nothing.I remained trapped inside my own body.Helpless.Unable to defend myself.Unable to scream.The woman's breathing became uneven.Almost emotional."You took the future I wanted."The pressure increased.Not enough to kill me immediately.But enough to terrify me.I could barely think.Who was she?Why did she hate me?What had I ever done to her?why is trying to strangle me?Tears escaped the corners of my eyes.The woman laughed bitterly."Now you're crying?"Her voice cracked."You deserve worse."The hand tightened again."You deserve to die, Vivian."My entire body went cold.No.No.Please.Someone.Anybody.Help me

Those words dug deep into my soul.A fresh wave of tears slipped from the corners of my eyes.For the first time since everything fell apart, someone had spoken as though my pain mattered.Someone had looked at my broken condition and felt anger on my behalf.Yet he was a complete stranger.I didn't know his name.I didn't know his face.I didn't even know why he cared.But somehow, his words wrapped around the shattered pieces of my heart.I wished I could open my eyes.Just once.Just long enough to see him.Who was he?Why had he stopped for me?Why was he helping me?And why did his voice make me feel safe?The questions crowded my mind.But before I could think further, another thought struck me.Aunt Beatrice My chest tightened.Aunt Beatrice!The memory hit me like a wave.The hospital.The doctor's frightened expression.The surgery.The money.Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars.I felt panic rise inside me.What about Aunt Beatrice?Had she received treatment?Had her

I felt a warm hand holding mine.The touch was firm yet gentle.Not demanding.Not possessive.Just... comforting.For a moment, I thought I was dreaming.I tried to open my eyes.Nothing happened.I tried to move my fingers.Nothing.My entire body felt trapped.As though I was buried beneath invisible chains.But my ears worked.I could hear everything.Every voice.Every movement.Every sound around me."Doctor, how is she doing?"The deep masculine voice from earlier spoke again.My heart skipped.It was the same voice I had heard before everything went dark.The same voice that somehow made everyone in the room fall silent.The doctor sighed."Physically, she's stable."There was a pause."But emotionally..."His voice trailed off.The man remained silent."What about emotionally?" he asked.The doctor cleared his throat."I believe she suffered a severe emotional breakdown."The words pierced through me.A severe emotional breakdown.Maybe he was right.Maybe that was exactly wh

"She has suffered a severe emotional breakdown."The voice sounded distant.Muffled.As if it was coming from the other side of a wall.I wanted to open my eyes.I wanted to move.I wanted to speak.But I couldn't.My body felt heavy.Too heavy.It was as though I was trapped inside my own mind."Will she be okay, Doctor?"A male voice asked.I didn't recognize the voice.It was calm.Deep.Concerned.The doctor sighed."Physically, she'll recover."There was a brief pause."My concern is her emotional condition."Silence followed.Then the doctor continued."Patients who experience this level of emotional trauma often lose the will to fight."My heart hurt.Even in my unconscious state, it hurt."She was found alone during a storm."The doctor's voice softened."Whatever happened to her must have been devastating."A bitter smile formed somewhere inside me.Devastating.That was one way to describe it.The man remained silent.Then he asked quietly,"When will she wake up?""Soon."T

The image refused to leave my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I kept seeing it. David kissing Charlotte. His hands on her face. The tenderness in his eyes. The way Charlotte smiled at him. I sat on the edge of my bed, hugging my knees tightly as tears streamed down my face. How had everything changed so quickly? How had the man who once promised me forever become a stranger? My phone suddenly rang. I looked at the screen. New York Central Hospital. Immediately, I answered. "Hello?" "Is this Miss Vivian Hart?" "Yes." The doctor's voice sounded urgent. "Your aunt, Beatrice, was brought into the hospital this morning. She suffered a severe heart attack." My entire body froze. "What?" "She is stable for now, but she needs emergency surgery." The room spun around me. Beatrice was all I had left. After losing my parents, she had become my mother, my guardian, and my family. "How much is the surgery?" I asked shakily in the doctor's office.