LOGINVivienne swiftly retrieved her laptop from behind the pile of pillows the moment the sound of Julian and Tristan's footsteps completely disappeared from the upper corridor. Page after page of digital files that had been unlocked using Tristan's encryption key the previous night was now displayed clearly before her round eyes.Vivienne's plump fingers moved rapidly, her gaze locking onto a hidden folder marked with an overseas registration code. A cold smile laden with political intrigue slowly formed on her pale lips."Illegal mining investments in the northern district under a private shell company..." Vivienne hissed in a slow voice, her eyes gleaming with calculations fueled by burning vengeance. "So this is your secret gold mine, Christian Vance."Without wasting any time, Vivienne turned on her backup phone and sent copies of all the digital documents to Benita through an instant messaging service protected by multiple layers of encryption."Benita, anonymously distribute these f
Tristan stepped inside with an extremely careful movement, closing the solid teak door behind him until it locked without producing even the slightest creak. Beneath his embrace, a slim black laptop with military-grade specifications was concealed beneath his leather jacket. The pair of dark eyes belonging to the crown prince gleamed with tension, yet a profound sense of pride radiated from his handsome face that morning."This is what you asked for, Vivienne," Tristan said in a lowered voice, deep and filled with a strong sense of protectiveness. He placed the digital device on Vivienne's lap as she sat leaning against the bed. "I've personally modified the internal network inside this laptop. Neither Alistair nor Julian will ever be able to trace your IP activity from the control room downstairs."Vivienne touched the laptop's cold surface with her warm, plump fingers. She lifted her chubby face and looked straight into Tristan's eyes while offering a sweet smile that was far too wa
Vivienne was still lying on her side on the bed, the blanket pulled up to her ample chest. She deliberately kept her round eyes tightly shut when she heard the steady sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom door. Her chubby face was intentionally made to look as relaxed as possible, wearing a mask of exhaustion as though yesterday's fever still dominated every nerve in her plump body that morning.Click.The door opened with a slow knock. Tristan stepped inside, his strong hands carrying a tray holding a glass of warm white milk and two slices of toast. The dark eyes of the heir appeared unusually dim, yet beneath that layer was an extremely dense flash of disappointment mixed with a frozen madness of obsession."Wake up, Vivienne. You've pretended to be sick long enough for this morning," Tristan said in a low, heavy voice filled with a cold emphasis that pierced straight into the pit of her stomach. He placed the tray on the nightstand with a deliberately loud clinking sound.Viv
Vivienne waited until the sound of Tristan's firm footsteps had completely disappeared at the end of the corridor before she slowly pushed aside the thick blanket wrapped around her plump body. The lingering panic from the alarm earlier still left her breathing in short, hurried breaths that afternoon. Moving with extreme caution, she reached for Benita's backup phone with high-level encryption specifications, which she had hidden beneath a fold of clothing inside her suitcase.She immediately dialed a specially programmed random number. As soon as the call connected on the third ring, Vivienne pressed the device close to her ear, her fingers tightening around it."Benita! We have to move fast!" Vivienne whispered in a voice that was extremely soft yet filled with fierce urgency. Her chubby face flushed red as she struggled to contain the turmoil burning in her chest. "What happened with the alarm in Alistair's room made me realize that their physical security system is far too risky.
The footsteps of Alistair, Christian, and Julian thundered loudly, tearing through the upper-floor corridor. Alistair kicked open his own room door, sending it wide open. The three of them rushed inside with short, heavy breaths, their dark eyes scanning the surroundings with a feral glint ready to destroy anyone in sight. However, the atmosphere inside the room was suddenly silent. There were no signs of a struggle, no objects displaced from their places. “Damn it, where is the intruder?!” Julian snapped, his strong jaw tightly clenched as he quickly stepped toward the large painting on the wall. His tense hand violently yanked the frame, shifting it roughly. He froze for a moment. “Uncle, there are no suspicious traces here. Even the safe is still neatly in place!” Christian stepped closer, furrowing his thick brows as he inspected the safe’s iron hinge with his gloved fingertip. “The combination is locked due to three failed attempts, but the steel surface is clean. There are n
Tristan stood frozen for several seconds, feeling the warmth that spread from Vivienne’s soft lips. His heartbeat pounded rapidly, triggering the surge of dark obsession he had been suppressing all this time. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Tristan’s strong hand moved to grip the back of Vivienne’s neck, pulling his firm body forward to return the kiss in a more feral and demanding way this afternoon. Thud! Vivienne suddenly raised both of her plump hands, pushing Tristan’s broad chest with a single forceful shove that broke their lip lock. Her breath turned short and heavy, her chubby face stiffening with her round eyes narrowed sharply as she endured the lingering dizziness in her head. “Stop, Tristan! I’m sick, my breathing is not regular,” Vivienne snapped loudly in an irritated tone. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand while turning her face away toward the window. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to suppress the tightness in her throat. Tristan flinched.
The clock had already struck nine in the morning when the taxi carrying Vivienne stopped in front of a classic modern-style brunch restaurant on a corner of London. After her dramatic escape from Alistair’s villa, Vivienne’s stomach was protesting in complete anarchy once again. Her hun
The luxury taxi carrying Vivienne finally stopped right in front of the iron gates of a private villa hidden within the elite hillside district on the outskirts of the city. The moment she stepped out, the cold European air immediately swept across the skin of her thigh exposed through
Vivienne stared at her reflection in the large bathroom mirror before leaving. This time, she deliberately chose a blood-red knitted dress that clung tightly like a second skin around her voluptuous body. The dress mercilessly emphasized every inch of her figure—from the extraordinary fullne
The night grew later, yet the cold air seeping through the bedroom windows of the Thorne mansion could not cool the turmoil burning inside Vivienne’s chest at all. On top of her spacious bed, the twenty-four-year-old woman kept tossing and turning restlessly. The gray satin sheets beneath her had







