로그인The 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.
Vivienne curled up beneath the thick blanket of her confined room, wrapping both of her plump arms around herself in an attempt to ward off the cold that suddenly pierced her skin. The remnants of fever still refused to leave her full body. Her round eyes stared weakly toward the window outside, feeling her throat unbearably dry and her tongue rough and parched. The scent of food that occasionally drifted in from outside did not awaken her appetite at all this afternoon.Cklek.The door to the room slowly opened, breaking the oppressive silence. Tristan stepped inside carrying a wooden tray with both of his strong hands, holding a bowl of warm chicken porridge and a glass of water. The dark eyes of the crown prince appeared dim, showing deep lines of worry that weighed heavily on him this afternoon.While Alistair, Christian, and Julian were busy in the clan’s main office, buried in business affairs and stock manipulation after the Dominic Thorne scandal, only Tristan had been pacing
Vivienne walked slowly through the corridor of the Vance clan's main residence, her suitcase now in the hands of Alistair's personal guard. Her physical condition felt considerably better after the IV fluids from the hospital had fully taken effect, though traces of exhaustion still lingered faintly beneath her round eyes. Her chubby face remained held high, refusing to show even the slightest hint of fear.In the spacious living room, Alistair, Christian, and Julian were already seated around a black leather sofa. The atmosphere was thick with restrained satisfaction, mixed with a new tension that seemed ready to explode at any moment."Sit down, Vivienne."Alistair's hawk-like eyes fixed sharply on the voluptuous woman from the Thorne clan as he tapped his fingers against the marble table.Vivienne dropped her plump body onto the single sofa across from them and crossed her legs with remarkable calm, as though she were not a prisoner at all."You brought me here in such a hurry. So,
The hospital room fell silent in an instant. The echo of Vivienne’s outburst left behind a suffocating stillness, drowning out the masculine egos of the four men still standing around her bed. Vivienne’s breathing came in short, heated bursts, her ample chest rising and falling rapidly as the remnants of her anger drained what little strength she had left.Vivienne wiped the cold sweat from her chubby temple with the back of the hand that was not pierced by the IV needle. Her round eyes moved slowly, looking at Alistair, Christian, Julian, and finally Tristan with a gaze that was unbearably cold and disgusted.“I agree,” Vivienne said with deep emphasis in her voice, her tone hoarse yet incredibly firm as it shattered the silence. She straightened her curvy back and met Alistair’s hawk-like eyes directly without blinking even once. “I’ll go with all of you. I’m willing to be locked up and become a toy for all four Vance clans at once.”Tristan flinched violently, his head snapping tow
The door of the exclusive treatment room slammed violently against the cement wall behind it. The hinges trembled fiercely as Alistair, Christian, and Julian stormed inside with utterly savage footsteps. Their sudden arrival instantly shattered the silence of the room, spreading an atmosphere of dominance that was chilling and suffocating.Vivienne flinched slightly on her bed, her chubby hands instinctively gripping the edge of the white hospital blanket tightly. Her round eyes widened in shock, an expression she could no longer hide on her chubby face. Her heart pounded rapidly, sending panic racing through every nerve in her still-weak body from the lingering fever.Tristan, who had been standing near the bedside table, immediately turned his strong body with a sharp motion. The crown prince’s dark eyes flashed fiercely as he stared at his father and cousins, who now stood encircling the room with hardened expressions."You?" Tristan shouted, his tone exploding with savage intensit







