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CHAPTER 35

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Vincent

The Avron Museum smelled like money and old wine. Not literally, of course, but the combination of polished marble, expensive perfume, and the smug laughter of men who thought their portfolios made them interesting always carried that weight.

I hated events like this.

Still, I came.

One of my longest-standing business partners had secured a wing sponsorship for the evening, and showing face was part of the unspoken contract. Shake hands, make small talk, smile just enough to reassure the investors I wasn’t some machine. Then disappear before the boredom killed me.

I was halfway through a conversation about foreign property taxes when it happened.

My eyes drifted, scanning the crowd, and landed on her.

Vivian.

I almost missed what the man in front of me said. The glass of wine in my hand went suddenly heavy, fingers tightening around the stem.

She looked… different. Not the woman who stormed into my office with defiance in her eyes. Not the one who argued over contracts or scow
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  • FALLING FOR THE COLD BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR   CHAPTER 43

    VivianThe sketches lay neatly across my desk, seven designs that had carried me through restless nights. I traced my fingers over the lines one last time, the edges smudged faintly from how often I’d touched them. My chest lifted with quiet resolve.I picked up my phone.When Madam Bello answered, her tone was brisk as always.“I’m ready,” I said softly. “I want to meet Mr. Goh. Let’s start production.”There was a pause on the line, then her firm reply: “Good. I’ll pick you up.”⸻The car ride was silent at first, just the faint hum of the city outside. I stared out the window, watching Avron pass in streaks of gray and glass. My thoughts were heavy, circling the chaos of the past few days.Madam Bello didn’t bother with pleasantries. She wasn’t the type. Her silence wasn’t empty though—it pressed, steady, like a weight that kept me from drifting.“You’ve been hiding long enough,” she said finally. Her words cut through the quiet, clear and uncompromising. “If you let gossip decide

  • FALLING FOR THE COLD BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR   CHAPTER 42

    VincentMy phone hadn’t stopped buzzing since dawn. Messages, missed calls, notifications stacked one after the other until I wanted to smash the thing against the wall. But the noise wasn’t the worst part.The worst part was the look on Vivian’s face when I left that morning.I could still see her—standing there, dripping from the cleanser she was about to apply to her face, eyes wide and shining with tears she tried to hold back. Her voice had cracked when she shouted he was her father, not another man. And instead of reaching for her, instead of believing her, I had walked away.The image burned behind my eyelids, heavier than the phone rattling across my desk now.The door swung open without warning. Damon stepped in, calm as always, but his posture was tighter than usual. And behind him—Aurora.Seventeen years old, fiery as ever, she didn’t wait for permission. “Vincent Kim, what the hell is wrong with you?”I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. Surprised? No. Tired? Absolu

  • FALLING FOR THE COLD BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR   CHAPTER 41

    VivianI sat curled on the couch, knees pulled to my chest, staring at the blank wall across from me. The apartment was quiet—too quiet.The silence pressed down on me, heavier than I expected. I had thought moving back here would bring me comfort, but instead, it felt foreign, like I didn’t belong here anymore. Maybe it was because I had already gotten used to Vincent’s place—his messy notes on the counter, the faint smell of his cologne lingering on the couch, the sound of him moving around in the mornings. That had started to feel like home.Now, everything felt cold. Empty.The soft beep of the door unlocking jolted me from my thoughts. Only one person knew my passcode.“Vivian!” Yvonne’s voice filled the space before I even turned my head. She barreled inside, eyes wide, hair a little messy like she had been running. “Turn on your TV right now!”I blinked. “What—”“No questions! Just do it!”Her urgency sent my pulse racing. With shaky fingers, I grabbed the remote and pressed th

  • FALLING FOR THE COLD BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR   CHAPTER 40

    Vivian I was sitting by my vanity, my face damp from washing, a gentle cleanser still foaming at the edges of my fingers, when my phone buzzed. Yvonne’s name flashed on the screen.“Vivian—what the hell is going on?” Her voice came sharp and urgent through the speaker.I frowned. “Good morning to you too.”“Don’t play dumb,” she snapped. “Articles are everywhere. They’re saying you’re cheating on Vincent.”My heart stopped. “What?”“Check your socials. Just do it,” Yvonne said.I scrambled for my phone, damp hands slipping over the edges. And there it was—headlines screaming my name, paired with blurry photos: me walking beside a man at the photography exhibition, another at Blanc, and one outside my apartment building.Vivian Kim was spotted with a mysterious man late at night.Is Vincent Evans being cheated on?I sank. “That’s my dad,” I whispered. “Daniel Han. My father.”There was a long pause. Then Yvonne’s voice cracked. “Wait… what? Your dad?”I swallowed hard. “Yes. I haven’t

  • FALLING FOR THE COLD BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR   CHAPTER 39

    VivianVivianI should’ve gone straight home. That was the plan—grab a late coffee, collapse on the couch, maybe sketch a little before bed.But the message from Daniel Han still burned in my pocket.Ha-eun… It’s been too long. I know I don’t have the right to ask anything of you, but if you’d like to meet, I’ll be at Blanc, Hotel Avron. Dinner. If you need more time, I’ll understand. If you never want to come, I’ll accept that too.Blanc wasn’t far. In fact, the cab I’d flagged outside Madam Bello’s shop was already heading in that direction before I forced myself to admit where I was going.“Change of stop,” I told the driver, my voice tight. “Hotel Avron.”By the time we pulled up outside Blanc, my palms were damp. I almost asked the driver to keep going. Almost.Inside, the restaurant was all glass and soft lighting, the kind of place that whispered wealth instead of shouting it. A hostess smiled and guided me toward the back corner. And there he was.Daniel Han.My father.He loo

  • FALLING FOR THE COLD BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR   CHAPTER 38

    VivianMorning sunlight spilled through the high windows of Madam Bello’s shop, catching on the dust that danced in the air. My notebook was spread open across the counter, pages crowded with sketches. For weeks I’d been revising, scratching out and redrawing lines, convincing myself none of them were good enough.But today, for the first time, I felt ready to choose.My fingers stopped on one sketch—a flowing gown with layered folds. It reminded me of the hanboks my grandmother once wore. Modern lines, quiet grace. I quietly named it The Han River Dress.Next was a suit-inspired piece, sharp shoulders but softened at the waist. Strong, unapologetic, the kind of design that carried weight the moment you stepped into it. The Ivory Command.A playful jumpsuit caught my eye after that, wide-legged, stitched with energy, movement built into its seams. The Firelight Jumpsuit.Then, silk in deep blue, glimmering like water. Cool, elegant, almost untouchable. I whispered the name to myself—M

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