“I think it’s pretty obvious who’s disrespecting whom.”We all turn toward the source of that comment.A woman stands by the stairs, tall and graceful in her beautiful clothes and jewelry. Her hair is pulled into an intricate bun and she has an air of sophistication that commands attention and awe.It is none other than Rosita herself.However, before I get to say something, that arrogant woman dashes over to her.“Ms Roe, I was just telling this girl that she has been so disrespectful to me that she needs to be removed from your premises before I do something about it. Can you believe the nerve of this girl? Look at my dress! She spilt coffee all over it! She must be punished! All the hard work you put into this dress is now gone just because she didn’t look where she was going. And on top of it all, she is blaming me for it. Just imagine it! She had the audacity to say it was my fault!”Rosita raises an eyebrow and looks at the other woman from top to bottom.“Is that so?” she asks,
[Vivienne]As we sit in her office, Rosita orders coffee and snacks for us.“So, tell me all about yourself. What have I missed? Where have you been? How come it’s so impossible to find you on social media? Because trust me, I tried, but no results.”She was right. I haven’t been as active on social media as I would have liked to be. After marrying Caden, I took it upon myself to make him love me back. I thought if I dedicated myself to our relationship enough, he would finally acknowledge my love for him. But I assure you that didn’t happen. Now that I think about it, I only humiliated and embarrassed myself.But those days are gone. I’m no more the same Vivienne, and I swear to God, I never will be.“Well, it’s a long story,” I tell her and she inches forward, cupping my hand.Her eyes soften. “Oh, Viv. I hope you know that you can tell me anything you want. We are still best friends, right?”I smile, my heart suddenly too full. “Of course, we are. That’s why I’m here. Aren’t I?”So
[Caden]I stare at the statements the head of the finance department brought me and frown hard.“Are you sure this is right?” I ask, glaring at the numbers, the numbers that make no sense at all.Mr. Hilton nods, pushing those thick-rimmed glasses up his nose. “Absolutely, sir. At your word, I contacted the bank right away and requested them to send all the statements of the accounts you mentioned. It’s all in there. Up to date.”But how is that possible? For the last three years, there hasn’t been a single transaction. All the money I put in these accounts and the more I transferred on several occasions, they are all completely untouched.Was Vivienne telling the truth? Did she truly never spend a penny of mine?But why? Why would she do that? And why am I noticing this only now?I continue to sift through the statements. The numbers, or rather the lack of them, stare back at me, mocking my confusion. This doesn’t add up.“Can you double-check with the bank? Maybe there’s been some mi
Dad nods, as if agreeing with every word Mom said.“You should have married Sasha. You two would make a perfect pair. Not like that Vivienne, who’s a scheming manipulator. I always warned you not to marry her, and I still firmly believe you would’ve been much better off with someone like Sasha. Sasha knows you inside out, has been a part of our lives for years, understands your every whim and desire.”“It’s better late than never,” Mom adds. “Now that the divorce is underway, I’m sure Sasha is available. Why don’t you take her out on a date? Try to get to know her better. Perhaps you’ll discover a genuine connection, someone who truly appreciates you for who you are.”Dad nods.“I agree. Give it a go. Take her on a few dates. Maybe you will learn to appreciate her for the sincere person she really is.”“It’s a good plan. Do it.”I listen to the two of them plotting and making suggestions while I’m in the room. I shake my head and stand up, already feeling exhausted and frustrated by t
[Vivienne]“Madam, you’ll have to come with us,” one of the guards says, pointing to a room in the back, but I don’t dare budge from where I stand.This is insane. I can’t help but snap at this idiotic woman. “What the hell is your problem?”Sasha gasps, hand on her chest. “I’m just telling everyone the truth. I saw you trying to keep it in your purse.”The customers around us start whispering again, louder this time, and I close my eyes, praying for some patience.The guard turns to me again. “It won’t take long, madam. We will just do a quick search.”“But I don’t have the rings,” I tell him, glaring at Sasha. “I never stole anything. You can check the display; the rings should be where they are meant to be. This is ridiculous. I’m not letting anyone touch me.”The guard seems to be hesitating, but before he can make up his mind, I turn back around to face Sasha.“Look, I understand we have issues, but you don’t have to be such a bitch about it. Why are you making a scene here? What
“What’s going on here?” A deep voice rings throughout the store, drawing everyone’s attention to the man who just joined us.At the sight of the man who appeared, everyone falls silent. The guards straighten, and the manager rushes forward to meet him halfway. “Sir, this woman stole one of our pieces and refuses to cooperate with our investigation.”The man looks around as if searching for someone. “Which one is the culprit?”“That woman, sir,” the guard answers, pointing a finger at me.The man sighs, slipping his hands into the pockets of his pants. I’m not blind to the fact that Sasha suddenly looks more cautious, tucking her loose hair behind her ears and fixing her top as if trying to make an impression on the new person in the room.She steps forward. “I saw her stealing those rings with my own eyes. Your guards can’t find them in her purse, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have them hidden somewhere on her. You should search her.”The man frowns, glancing from her to the securi
[Vivienne]I rush into his arms, feeling the tension melt away as he holds me tightly. “I missed you, Harvey.”“I missed you too, kiddo,” he replies, giving me a reassuring squeeze before stepping back to look at me. “Are you okay? That must have been pretty stressful. I’m so sorry that you have to go through that.”“I’m fine now,” I smile up at him, feeling truly blessed to have a big brother like him. “But what are you doing here? I thought you were busy. At least, that’s what the receptionist said.”“I was, but I had to cut my meeting short when I heard about the situation,” he explains, his expression growing serious. “I couldn’t let this go unchecked.”“Thank you for stepping in. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”“Anything for you,” he says with a warm smile, handsome as ever. “Now, let’s get you out of here and go grab some coffee. We need to catch up.”We leave for his office and all this while Harvey keeps a protective arm around me, probably letting everyone k
[Vivienne]Harvey looks at me as if he’s looking at me for the first time, before he scoffs out a soft chuckle.“Are you serious? Who doesn’t know Jasper Sterling? He’s the star designer of my company. The guy is a freaking genius. I mean, every time I think he has reached the peak of his success, he surprises everyone with a new invention and outshines himself all over again. What about him though? Don’t tell me you plan to work under him. Because I assure you that’s practically impossible.”He shakes his head before moving around the table and settling back in his chair. “There is already a long line of people who want to work for him. I mean, that’s what people are trying to achieve, you know, the chance of working with such an iconic person. I’m just glad I was able to bind him to my company. For the next five years, he won’t be able to work for anyone else. Imagine the kind of business he can do for us.”I smile to myself. I didn’t know my brother was so impressed with Jasper’s w
[Vivienne]Every time I think I have seen the worst, something happens and leaves me beyond frustrated and baffled for my own good.This time, it’s the audacity of Caden’s birth family.How can they be so shameless? Do they have no humanity? No emotions? No sentiments for their only child? The only thing they seem to care about is his perfection—the fact that he can represent their family or not, or if he’s worthy of their name.Right now, I want nothing more than to hold this man in my arms and let him forget about the kind of life he has lived. I want him to forget all the pain and betrayal and toxicity he has experienced since his childhood and live in this moment, where everything is selfless and loving and perfect.But I can’t even do that.Because this is not the moment I want him to have. In fact, this is not the kind of moment any parent should ever experience in their whole life.Axel and Ben are nowhere to be found, and that just… ugh… I don’t know what to do.However, befor
[Caden]I have never seen Vivienne this outraged before—this scared—but isn’t that exactly how I feel?I feel like this can’t be happening in real life, that Axel and Ben are just playing some weird hide-and-seek, and that this is probably just a nightmare.But as time passes and nothing can be heard about them, my chest grows tighter and stuffier. My head feels like a place too blank and crowded for its own good, and my frustration is beyond charts.Once Vivienne has threatened and shaken the manager to his very core, she shoves him away and runs a hand through her hair. I try to reach for her, but she starts pacing the lobby instead.She snaps her head at the manager, who still hasn’t moved, looking more shocked than ever.“Why are you still here?” she growls.That gets him moving—and his staff people, too. They all rush outside, taking out thei
[Vivienne] By the time we made it to the hotel, my heart was in my throat, and my head was buzzing with all kinds of impossible thoughts. Even though Caden does his best to calm me down—with his gentle words in my ears, with his soft and assuring touches—nothing seems to be working enough to make me completely relax. When we reach the reception lobby, the manager and two of his staff are already waiting for us. My voice is almost a scream when I open my mouth. “Where are they?” The manager stutters, “In your suite?” “Still?” “We were just waiting for you.” “For the love of God!” I throw my hands in the air and charge toward the elevator. Thankfully, one opens right when we reach, and we all get in, with Caden existing quietly by my side. During the ride, the manager once again briefs us on the situation. “This is an unfortunate situation, but I assure you nothing like this has ever happened before. Samiko is one of our best nannies. She’s absolutely wonderful with kids. I don
[Caden]“So, what would you like to order?” I ask, gazing into her deep brown eyes as she looks at me with a slightly shy smile on her face.Ever since we walked into this restaurant, not far from the hotel, she has been oddly quiet. Not quiet in the sense that she looks unhappy or uncomfortable, but definitely not quite herself either.Something still seems to be bothering her, and I intend to find out what it is.But first, “Have you tried Japanese cuisine before?” I ask.“A bit, here and there. Never thought about it much.”“Then you should know the difference between sake, shochu, and umeshu,” I say, watching as she looks at me in confusion. “Have you tried them?”“No? I mean, I don't know. I haven't been much of an explorer when it comes to... foreign cuisines.”I smile. “Well, since you're already in Japan, why don't we do that tonight? I'm sure you'll love them. Besides, they taste very different from wine or whiskey.”I glance over the menu.“We have plenty to choose from,” I
I swallow hard, his words sinking into my chest like heavy stones dragging me down.Is this really how it’s going to end? Is this really the fate waiting for Axel? To see his father not as a hero, not even as a villain, but as a stranger?The thought alone feels like a knife twisting in my gut.I glance at Caden again, at the hard set of his jaw, the empty look in his eyes. He believes every word he just said. Maybe he’s even accepted it already, as if there’s no point in fighting it.But me? I can’t accept that.I won’t.Axel deserves better. He deserves a family that doesn’t shatter at the first sign of trouble. He deserves parents who at least try—who don’t just give up and call it fate."Maybe... maybe it doesn't have to be like that," I whisper, surprising even myself.Caden finally looks at me, really looks at me, with an expression I can't quite read. Sadness? Hope? Or maybe just pity because he thinks I'm naive enough to think I can save my son from something as broken as us.
[Vivienne]After Caden revealed another grand truth of his life, he stormed out of my room as if he couldn’t bear to stand in the same room as me.I, on the other hand, drop my ass on the edge of the bed and cover my face with my hands.Shit.Why does everything have to be so messed up? So complicated? So damn… annoying?Just when I think everything between us is starting to calm down and maybe there’s a chance we can have a peaceful, platonic relationship for the sake of Axel, something like this happens, and I’m forced to wonder if all these efforts are even worth it. If letting Caden back into our lives is going to make our lives easier or even more complicated.The truth is, I don’t have answers to any of these questions.Not yet.But I need to find them, or it will be too late to fix anything at all.I stare at the ring on my finger, the generous diamond ring Xander made me wear after his proposal.God knows, I still don’t know what I feel for that man, or if I even feel anything
[Astrid]I stare at the mess in my room.The shattered vase. The broken laptop. The pieces of other furniture overturned and out of place.But even with all this destruction, I feel nothing but rage.Pure, white rage. The kind that makes me want to rip someone’s throat out. Especially that of Vivienne. And her fucking son.I ball my fists, the veins in my hands popping as I fight to keep my control. But it's slipping, fast. I want to scream, to break every damn thing in sight until there’s nothing left. Until I feel something other than this boiling fury that’s choking me from the inside out.How dare she? How dare she take what’s mine? How dare she get so close to Caden? And go on that vacation with him?Did she learn nothing from the past? Is she not afraid that the way she’s going, she’s making an enemy out of me? Out of Astrid? Does she even know whom she’s messing with?I curl my fingers around the glass of water on the table, before tossing it away against the wall too.It shatt
[Vivienne]I have to say, Caden has a way of doing things that not only gets his work done, but also leaves the other party too confused yet satisfied for their own good.Now, I’m not saying that being shoved against the door and having his face so ridiculously close to mine is satisfying in some weird kind of way, but it surely is leaving me confused for sure.“What are you doing, Caden?” I cannot help but ask, finally able to find my voice after a minute of intimate staring and a confusingly beating heart.I know being jealous has always been Caden’s strongest streak, but I never thought he was jealous because of me. Not that I have deliberately tried to make him feel that way. Ever. It was always him, surrounded by Sasha and her dramatic ways, making me feel like a third wheel of sorts.I try to push him away, but he doesn’t dare budge. His dark eyes remain stuck on mine, his hands clasped around my waist.“Whatever you think.”I sigh, reminding myself once again how wrong everythi
[Caden]After spending almost the entire day at the clinic, when we return to our hotel suite, Ben and Axel drop dead the second their heads hit the pillow.Vivienne, on the other hand, excuses herself for a quick shower and a change of clothes, while I decide to do the same.However, before I pick out my clothes from the wardrobe, my phone starts to ring.Astrid’s name flashes on the screen, and I almost roll my eyes.Almost. Instead, I answer. “Speak.”"Are you serious, Caden?" she asks, so loudly that I have to pull the phone away from my ear a little."What's the matter?""What's the matter?" she repeats, as if she can't quite believe I asked her something so boldly. "What isn't the matter? When the hell were you going to tell me that you were going to Japan with that ex of yours? When, huh? Is this how you treat me now? Keeping me in the dark while having a vacation at some royal hotel suite?"I pinch the bridge of my nose, already feeling a headache brewing. "It's not a vacation