[Vivienne]I head back to my room to grab a few essentials before heading out.On my way, Marcus approaches me with a new phone.He gives me a grin. “Just arrived. I already set it up for you. All you have to do now is add your email address and other details and you’re good to go.”“Thanks, Marcus. You’re a lifesaver.” I take the phone from him and do the needful. It takes more than five minutes but the moment I’m done, I feel like the weight of the world has lifted off my shoulder.“Done!” I say with so much relief that Marcus chuckles.Then he notices me head to toe and frowns. “Are you leaving for somewhere, Ms. Richardson?”“Yes. I have to meet a friend,” I check the time and wince. “And I’m going to be late. Shit!”He chuckles again, and I have to say, he has a cute smile. “Would you like me to be your driver again? Mr. Richardson already asked me to be at your beck and call.”Of course, Dad would do that. Sure, he wants to make sure I’m doing fine, but that’s not the only reaso
[Vivienne]Panic sets in as I see the guns pointed at us. Marcus, still outside the car, looks at me with a mixture of anger and concern. He gestures for me to stay calm.I slowly reach for the door handle, my hands trembling. The men continue shouting, their voices harsh and impatient.“Get out, now!” one of them repeats, banging on the window.I push the door open and step out, my heart pounding in my chest. Marcus moves protectively closer to me, his eyes never leaving the armed men.“What do you want?” Marcus demands, his voice steady but edged with tension.One of the men steps forward, his gun aimed at me. “We don’t want to hurt you. Just come with us quietly, and no one gets hurt.”My mind races, trying to figure out who these men are and why they’ve targeted us. I glance at Marcus, who gives me a slight nod, silently telling me to comply for now.“Fine,” I say, my voice shaking. “Just don’t hurt anyone.”The man nods, seemingly satisfied with my response. “Smart choice. Now, m
[Vivienne]Alright, this has gone too far. There’s no way I’m letting this asshole touch me.“How much?” I ask, finally realizing that if this is all about money, then I don’t have to lose my eyes over it. He can just name his price, and we’ll see how that goes.My question takes the two of them a little off guard.The man tilts his head to the side. “Excuse me?”“I said, how much is that big shot willing to pay you for the eyes?”The two of them look at me as if I have lost my mind. Before I know it, they start laughing, and they laugh until the woman has tears in her eyes and the man lets out a loud, exaggerated sigh, as if this has been fun but now he’s tired.He shakes his head. “Listen, lady. I’m not going to waste my time trying to negotiate with someone who’s obviously a little delusional. We both know you don’t have the money.”Maria snickers. “Yeah, like, what are you? A maid or something?”The man raises a hand and waves her off. “It doesn’t matter. We have a buyer. Someone’
[Vivienne]The man hands me the phone with a smirk and waves his hand dismissively. “You’ve got one hour. Make it count.”I take the phone and nod, trying to keep my composure as he and his men retreat to a corner of the warehouse, leaving me alone.Well, not exactly. Maria still sits on the floor where she fell, her eyes burning with hatred.“I know you don’t have shit,” she hisses, her face twisted with rage. “But Tony’s too greedy to see through your pathetic lies. I’m not stupid. I know you’re trying to play games. But that’s fine. He’ll see what a fool he was when your time’s up and your bullshit is exposed. Until then, enjoy your little victory. But remember this: even if you get out of here, I won’t stop coming after you. You turned my husband against me, and I won’t ever forgive you for that.”I don’t pay attention to her. There’s no point.Instead, I turn away and dial a number.He picks up in the second ring. “Hello?”“Hey, it’s me.”“Miss Sinclair. Long time no see. But any
[Vivienne] The drive back to Rosita’s boutique is mostly silent. The man who came to save us sits quietly in the back next to me, while Marcus is up front with the driver, probably frowning and trying to understand who this man is. And he wouldn’t be wrong either. The last time I met him, he wasn’t even in the same city. Perhaps it’s a coincidence that he was available just when I needed him. It has to be. The bubble of my thoughts shatters when someone’s phone rings. The man sitting next to me gives me a handsome smile before answering. “Go,” he says, picking an invisible lint from his impeccable suit pants. He nods a few times before disconnecting the call. He turns to face me once again. “It’s done. Those people have been taken care of. They won’t bother you again.” As much as I’m relieved to hear that, I’m equally curious. “How did you do that?” “As I said, not something for you to worry about,” he grins handsomely, tossing a playful wink my way. I can only feel my cheeks war
[Vivienne]Maybe it’s the fact that I’m done with idiot men for the day, or that I have grown a deep hatred for men altogether, but the moment I hear the distressed voice of Rosita and the sound of a man grunting, my heart hurls and I don’t think twice.I shove the door open, and although it sounded like my friend was in trouble, I did not expect to find her on the floor, on her stomach, with a man straddling her from behind.I see red so fast, I don’t even know when I grab the laptop from the table and swing it right over the bastard’s head.Crack!And, oh boy, that was satisfying.The laptop snaps in half on contact, and he goes down with a painful cry, covering his head with both hands.“You touch her and I’ll cut your dick off and feed it to you!”I raise the laptop in the air, ready to strike again when I finally hear Rosita screaming.“Oh, my God, Viv. What the hell?”I look down, finding her scrambling towards the guy and not me.“Why would you hit him? God, and that too so hard
[Vivienne]We pull up to the emergency room, and I bolt out of the car, rushing inside to get help while Rosita stays with Michael. Paramedics quickly roll out a gurney, and we transfer Michael onto it. As they wheel him inside, Rosita and I follow, my guilt and worry pounding in my chest.“I’m so sorry, Ro. I really didn’t mean for this to happen,” I tell her, feeling terrible. I’m terrified that I’ve caused serious damage to the kind man. But Rosita doesn’t look as mad as she should be—I mean, I did hurt someone she knows, and from their conversation, I can tell they are good friends.“I know, Viv. It was an honest mistake,” she replies, squeezing my hand reassuringly. “Let’s just hope he’s okay.”We wait in the waiting room, which feels like an eternity. Finally, a doctor shows up, holding a clipboard.“He’s going to be fine,” she says with a reassuring smile. “He’s got a mild concussion and a nasty bump on his head, but nothing too serious. We’ll keep him here for a few hours for
[Vivienne]On my way to the precinct, I spill everything to Rosita. I tell her how we were drugged the previous night, the terror of nearly losing my eyes, and how it’s all courtesy of one of her clients, hellbent on making me pay the price for my non-existent actions.Rosita listens, her face growing more horrified with each detail. By the time I’m done, her hands are trembling, and she’s white as a sheet. “Vivienne… I had no idea. I’m so sorry. If I’d known—”“It’s not your fault, Ro,” I cut her off, trying to keep my voice steady. “You couldn’t have known that this client of yours would go this far.”“I know, but still. We at least need to do something about that club manager. How dare he drug us? If I see him, I’ll strangle him with my bare hands. He can’t just do that to women without repercussions.”I can’t agree more with her, but before I can reply, Marcus pulls the car over in front of the station, and we climb out.The detective is already there, waiting for us. He takes us
[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