로그인The fading afternoon sunlight cast a golden glow along the main boulevard of the city's business district that afternoon. The roar of a premium 1000cc sport motorcycle tore through the silence of the streets with its thunderous, ferocious engine. Seated at the front of the luxurious motorcycle, Tristan Vance held the handlebars with his steady hands, while Vivienne sat comfortably behind him that afternoon. Vivienne's curvy body, wrapped in a modern cream-colored knitted dress with a Korean aesthetic, fit her perfectly, radiating the dark charm of a cyber queen who had just claimed the highest throne in the international market that afternoon. Her long black hair swayed beautifully in the afternoon breeze. When their sport motorcycle came to a stop at a red light, Vivienne's round eyes suddenly narrowed coldly. Through the visor of her protective helmet, she caught sight of a man dressed in tattered clothes staggering along the sidewalk that afternoon. The man was Dominic Thorne. He
CHAPTER 117: REGRET THAT CAME TOO LATE The suffocating silence once again engulfed the corner of the shabby café after the divorce papers landed in a disheveled heap that night. Dominic Thorne stared at Vivienne's formal signature printed on the white document with a pair of eagle-like eyes that suddenly became glassy with tears. His mind, which had long been consumed by selfishness and Giselle's manipulation, suddenly replayed every memory from the past that night. He remembered how, throughout the years of their marriage, he had always turned his face away whenever Vivienne approached him with tenderness. He remembered how he had always neglected the plus-size woman, leaving her alone in the corner of their bedroom, regarding her curvy body as a disgrace, and allowing his masculine pride to be blinded by false luxury. But now, the plus-size woman he had once cast aside stood proudly as the new queen who held absolute control over the fate of his business empire that night. Thud!
The dim, flickering glow of the neon lights hanging from the ceiling of a shabby café on the outskirts of the old town district cast an unbearably bleak and stifling atmosphere throughout the night. The smell of cheap cigarette smoke mixed with the stale aroma of old coffee hung heavily in the air, locking the silence inside the corner of the room filled with wooden tables that had long since been worn down by age. There, behind an unstable plywood table that wobbled with every slight movement, Dominic Thorne sat slumped in his seat, his broad frame looking increasingly frail that night.The former absolute ruler of Thorne Enterprises could only stare blankly at the surface of the table with a pair of eagle-like eyes that had completely lost their sharpness, bloodshot from overwhelming stress and the crushing frustration raging inside his chest that night. After being forcibly evicted from his grand mansion by the bailiffs that afternoon, and abandoned by Giselle, who had fled with th
The dim glow of the late afternoon sun bathed the grand pillars of the Thorne family's main mansion in a cold, gloomy atmosphere. The magnificent European-style estate, which had stood for decades as the ultimate symbol of power, greed, and limitless luxury, now resembled nothing more than a graveyard for a fallen ego. Along the front driveway, several official vehicles bearing the insignia of the National Enforcement Office were parked in orderly rows, their presence filling the air with the undeniable weight of the law. Bang! The brass-reinforced oak gates were forced open by several enforcement officers in tactical uniforms. "Please vacate the premises within ten minutes, Mr. Thorne! Pursuant to Asset Seizure Enforcement Order No. 402 regarding the transfer of all Thorne Enterprises assets to Mrs. Vivienne, this property has officially been sealed by law!" the chief enforcement officer declared firmly, his voice calm and completely devoid of sympathy. Dominic Thorne stood fr
The midday sunlight reflected brilliantly off the marble pillars of the National Asset and Finance Consolidation Building. Inside the grand conference room, the atmosphere was formal and filled with intense financial tension. Several senior officials from the Ministry of Finance and legal trustees sat in a row, facing a massive acquisition file that was about to reshape the international business landscape. Click. The solid teak double doors swung open. Vivienne stepped inside with confident strides that radiated elegance and absolute authority. She wore a premium deep maroon blazer tailored perfectly to her curvy figure, complemented by an elegant gold brooch pinned to her chest. Not a single trace of the tears she had shed remained on her chubby face; her iron composure and tactical calm had fully returned. Walking at Vivienne's right side was Tristan Vance, dressed in a formal black suit. Although his handsome face was still marked with medical bandages and bluish bruises fr
The first light of dawn slipped through the torn silk curtains, casting golden streaks across the marble floor of the master suite. The remnants of last night's destruction still lay scattered throughout the room, yet atop the mahogany bed, the suffocating tension had faded into a quiet, steady silence.Vivienne slowly opened her round eyes. The tightness in her chest had begun to ease, replaced by the tactical resolve that once again filled her mind. She looked at Tristan's broad figure, still asleep beside her, his strong arm wrapped securely around her curvy waist with unwavering warmth. Despite the bruises staining his handsome face, Tristan looked remarkably peaceful, his expression reflecting a sincerity untouched by political masks.Vivienne gently reached out her warm fingers and softly touched Tristan's broad shoulder."Tristan... wake up. It's morning," Vivienne whispered, her voice low, slightly hoarse, yet incredibly gentle near his ear.Tristan let out a sleepy groan befo
Vivienne stepped into her spacious main bedroom, ignoring the quiet atmosphere of the mansion which felt tense. After closing the door tightly, she threw her handbag onto the bed, then reached for her phone. Julian Vance’s name was flashing on the screen, leaving a dozen missed calls from last nigh
Tristan's silver sports car stopped exactly a few meters in front of the towering iron gate belonging to the residence of Thorne Enterprises. The high-powered car engine now roared softly, breaking the silence of the rigid, elite housing complex.Vivienne stared out the window, looking at the majes
Seeing Tristan just staying quiet, freezing like a statue over her body, an intense frustration instantly burned Vivienne's chest. The desire that had already been ignited and left hanging halfway made her lose her common sense. With one unexpected jerk of her hands, Vivienne pushed Tristan's broad
The wooden villa door closed with a loud thud as soon as Tristan and Vivienne's bodies barged inside. They could not wait any longer. As soon as the door lock creaked, Tristan instantly cornered Vivienne's plump body against the wall, scooping her lips back with a kiss that was much more demanding







