*Vivienne*I stumbled back, my heart pounding wildly against my chest, a relentless drumbeat of fear and adrenaline. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the unmoving body of Logan sprawled on the floor. His face was a twisted mask of shock and pain— his gaze blank as blood trickled from his nose, staining the floor beneath him a dark crimson. The shattered glass glimmered ominously, reflecting the harsh overhead light in the room.My fists clenched by my sides as the feeling of horror mixed with relief coursed through my body. He was not moving. And I needed to get out of here. Now. With a surge of determination, I turned and dashed out of the room, my bare feet slapping against the cold, hard floor. I raced down the dimly lit hallway with only my eyes as the beacon of light guiding me.I then paused for a moment, bracing my hands on the side walls to be able to catch my breath. I clutched my heaving, tight chest and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the walls closing in on
*Vivienne*“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Ina?” he said, his tone unsettlingly calm and steady. That was the second thing that the man responsible for upsetting my entire life said to me, about eight years later. Almost immediately resentment, anger, sorrow and a whole lot more emotions rolled through me systemically, each one trying to override the other. He moved to my back and I could feel him sniffing my hair. His own smell invaded my nostrils which instantly made the contents in my belly revolt. It was him alright. Lemon, leather and the smell of cigarettes clinging to his clothes. “I have missed you so much, Ina,” he continued with a husky voice, his strong alcoholic breath fanning my neck. I clenched my jaw, my fists clenching behind me, nails biting into palms. Fuck! I still can't see a damn thing. And my ankles were also starting to hurt like a bitch. Whoever tied me up did a great fucking job.“Your smell.” he lifted the side of my hair and took another sniff of
*Vivienne*As I settled into the plush leather seat of the car, I glanced sideways at Eric. He looked a bit pale, the remnants of his recent hospital stay evident in the way he held himself. I suddenly felt guilty about not visiting him throughout his stay at the hospital. I only recalled hearing that the stab had gone deep and that he would be needing critical surgery and aftercare. The car hummed softly as we glided through the late morning streets, the sun casting long shadows across the asphalt. The city buzzed around us, a symphony of honking horns and distant chatter.“Feeling better?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. Eric offered a faint smile, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “Yeah, just a bit sore. But I’ll be back to normal soon.”I swallowed hard, feeling nerves overtaking my body. “I'm so sorry I didn't drop by to visit the entire time you were at the hospital,” I finally whispered, hoping that my sincerity was passed across to him. “You don't have to apologize
*Liam*“Why didn't you tell Ms. Reynolds about the paparazzi camping out in front of the hotel,” Ryder threw out as soon as the car pulled out from the parking lot. I sighed and reclined even more on the car seat. “Well, I didn't want to bother her with such irrelevant things,” I answered. “Irrelevant things?” Ryder scoffed. “Because of the scene you caused yesterday, the whole internet has been buzzing off with the firm speculations that you two are dating. Again.”I closed my eyes. “You make it sound like it would be a bad thing if we were actually dating.”“Aren't you?”My eyes popped open and I slowly turned my head to gaze at Ryder. “No, we are not,” I told him. “At least not yet.”“Well, guess who's not going to believe you?” I watched with a quizzical expression on my face as he pulled up an article on his tab and practically shoved it at my face. “What the fuck is that?” I muttered. “A super viral article of you rushing up to help Ms. Reynolds and finally leading her away
*Vivienne*Never in my life did I imagine that I would be telling my story to another person… more less, a man.It wasn't even about the heartache and guilt that I normally feel whenever I thought about the series of events that lead up to the tragedy but bringing myself to talk openly about it. But here I was, naked with my boobs squished up against Liam's hot body as I told him exactly what happened. I was yet to understand the reason why I told him something that I had sworn never to tell anyone, but I later came to the conclusion that I tend to be irrational whenever I was with him. But deep down inside me, I knew that I wanted to tell him… I wanted to be the first person that he hears the story from. Releasing another deep agonizing breath, I raised my head from his chest and stared at him. “So, you see the reason why I can't bring myself to trust anyone? I can't even trust myself… and that's just the real me.”Liam just gazed at me without a word, his green eyes flickering a
*Vivienne*“No,” he said, cutting me off. “You are actually the first woman I'm doing this for.”I felt a squeeze in my heart at his words and I slowly threw my head to the side, unable to look him in the eye. The cleaning movement at my lower body subsided and then stopped altogether. I felt him reaching for my face even before his cold hands grasped my chin and turned my head back to him. “Why? You don't believe me?” he asked softly as stared into my eyes. Fuck! Those eyes look like they are piercing into my soul. I quickly ran my tongue over my dry lips. “No, I—” I paused and counted to five in my head. “No, I do believe you,” I added. Liam's gaze remained rooted on my face and then he chuckled. “You are really a bad liar, Angel eyes,” he said, his voice light with humor. He brushed his thumb across my left eyebrow. “Your left eye twitches like crazy whenever you're lying. I've told you before, right?”How did he even manage to pick up on that?Embarrassed at being caught at m