FAZER LOGINThe stillness of the night on top of the hill now felt much more dense, burying the remnants of noise from the business district which for the past few days had drained all the energy in Vivienne's chest. Inside the main room of the minimalist-style villa, the glow of the moonlight blended with the dim interior lights, reflecting the silhouette of Vivienne's voluptuous body on the surface of the large glass wall. The woman took a slow breath, trying to release the burden of cyber tension that had made her head ache half to death.Tristan Vance was still faithfully holding her from behind. The man's heart beat constantly, channeling warmth that slowly eroded the cold defensive wall that Vivienne usually showed in front of the Thorne clan as well as her own cousins. Tristan's breathing felt increasingly rushed and short against the warm surface of Vivienne's neck skin.Tristan's sturdy fingers moved slowly, rubbing up from Vivienne's plump waist toward her voluptuous shoulders, squeezin
The glow of the cold night light pierced through to the bones, enveloping the small pavilion room hidden in the back area of the Thorne clan complex. That place became the remaining final defense that could still be accessed secretly before the legal authorities completely locked all the outer iron seal access. The atmosphere inside the room felt so oppressive to the heart, full of the remnants of anger and heavy stress that festered tightly in the crown of the head.Dominic Thorne barged into the pavilion with fiercely trembling footsteps. Shortly after being forcefully evicted from his main house, he did not go far away; instead, he crawled back to this place for the sake of begging for the remnants of mercy. His handsome face was deathly pale, and his torn, messy set of clothes looked dull, full of city street asphalt stains.Without caring about the remnants of his masculine pride that had been completely crushed and ruined, Dominic immediately dropped his knees onto the cold conc
The glow of the mercury lamps at the business district intersection cast an overly tense atmosphere all through this afternoon. The physical tension between Tristan, Julian, and Christian, who were fighting over Vivienne’s voluptuous body, suddenly stopped when Vivienne roughly wrenched both of her plump hands from the presumptuous grip of the two field men all through this afternoon."Enough! Stop your madness all through this afternoon!" snapped Vivienne with an extremely tight, sharp voice that cut through the remaining wild lust burning in the crowns of the heads of the Vance clan men all through this afternoon.Vivienne neatly adjusted her slightly wrinkled maroon blazer with her warm plump fingers in an orderly manner. Her pair of round eyes flashed with an overly mature cunning, staring at Julian and Christian with a gaze as cold as ice frozen in the deepest pole all through this afternoon."You are all too busy fighting over the rights to me, to the point that you forgot to re
The 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
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
Vivienne stepped out of the wooden villa with an appearance that was already much neater, even though her long hair still left a fresh dampness. Tristan, who had been standing near the fence railing all this time, instantly turned around. His eyes briefly glanced tightly toward Vivienne's red dress
"Ugh, it's starting to get hot in here," Vivienne complained suddenly. She fanned the collar of her red dress with her fingers, creating a small gap that revealed the skin of her neck which was flushing due to her rising body temperature after the heavy meal. "I feel so hot and stuffy."Tristan, wh







