Mag-log in[Vivienne]
“Stop watching that!” Elijah yanks the remote from my hand and turns off the TV.
“Hey,” I try to stop him, but the screen is already black.
“This is not moving on, Viv. You should know that better than anyone.”
He’s right. I shouldn’t care about what happens in Caden’s life anymore. If the world thinks he’s a cheater and a manwhore, then maybe they are right. And that maybe is a good thing because now I have one more reason to divorce him.
A few hours ago, when he texted me and I told him what the media was calling him, he didn’t even care to deny their claim. He just stopped texting altogether, leaving me like he always did whenever he was done with me.
I was so mad at him that I instantly blocked him and his assistant.
I know it’s childish, but that’s all I could think of at that moment. I just wanted to do something to release this pain in my heart. And it helped. Somewhat.
“You’re right,” I say and get up. “I should stop wasting my time. Are the papers ready?”
He nods, arms folded across his chest. “Are you sure you want to deliver them yourself? I can send them through someone else and make sure they get to him.”
“No,” I shake my head because this is the one last thing I’ll do for him. “I can do it. Besides, I need to look him in the eye and tell him this is over. Only then will I be able to move on for real. I don’t want to hide behind you like some coward, Elijah. I want him to know that this is what I want, that I’m finally letting him go.”
The drive to Caden’s office isn’t a long one. When we reach his office complex, it only takes me ten minutes to get to the elevator and another five minutes to reach his floor.
I know he texted me last night that he would be leaving for Washington, but according to one of the posts on Instagram—who apparently knows my husband’s whereabouts better than I do—he returned a few hours ago, with his mistress by his side, obviously.
When the elevator doors swish open, the reception comes into view.
I walk straight to the woman who sits behind the desk and ask to see Caden.
The woman looks up from the screen of her computer and frowns, trying to recognize me.
But I know she can’t. Caden never made our marriage public, something I always thought was because of his parents. They never liked me, not even a bit, always trying to prove I was no good no match for their son. I tried so hard to change their mind, but couldn’t. They had made up their mind, I suppose. And they hated me even more when Caden refused to divorce me a few times when they suggested in the past.
“I’m sorry, but do you have an appointment?” The receptionist asks and I shake my head.
Well, I did inform Sasha of my arrival but I should know better than to think she would do me any favours in this lifetime.
“No—” I have barely said anything when she rolls her eyes and goes back to focus on her computer screen.
I grit my teeth. This woman clearly has no idea who I am.
I knock my fist against the marble desk and she glares at me, annoyance written all over her face.
I flash her a sweet smile, the kind that will surely leave her confused.
“Tell Caden Lawrence that his wife is here to see him.”
Her eyes widen, shock written all over her face. But then she recovers and scoffs out a laugh. “Nice try, but Mr Lawrence doesn’t have a wife. Now please, leave before I call security.”
I can’t believe my ears. This is what I get for being such a pushover all my life.
But I’m so done, so damn done with this life of humiliation that no matter how but I’ll put Caden in his place.
I’m about to lose my temper when a door opens to my right and a loud heels clacking sound fills the whole lobby.
I look that way and find Sasha walking towards me.
She looks shocked to see me here, but then the shocked expression changes into something ugly and vile.
“What are you doing here?” She hisses, her hands going to her waist.
I smile, not because I want to, but because I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she got to me with her attitude.
“I came to see Caden.”
“Well, he’s busy at the moment. So, leave before I call security.”
I almost laugh at her threat. “That’s it? Why stop there? Call my husband too. I’m sure he would love to hear you talk about security.”
She flinches at the mention of Caden as my husband and I smirk.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, her face turning red. She looks over my shoulder and puts a fake smile on her disgusting face. “This woman is crazy. Please escort her out of the building.”
Before I can react, two tall and bulky men appear beside me and grab my arms. Sasha and the receptionist both look satisfied with my helpless state. I grit my teeth, trying to yank my arms away from these men’s hold, but it’s useless.
“Get off me!” I yell when one of the men starts dragging me towards the elevator.
But Sasha only smirks, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Don’t come back here again. Otherwise, you’ll get to taste my wrath. Do you understand?”
I glare at her but she’s not paying attention to me anymore.
The guard continues to drag me to the elevator.
I try to struggle again, but it’s pointless. These guards are bigger and stronger than me.
“What’s going on here?”
Everyone freezes.
I look towards the direction of the voice and find Caden standing at the end of the corridor.
He stands there, with his perpetual scowl, looking so handsome and pissed off that I can’t help but stare at him.
“Caden!” Sasha runs towards him and grabs his arm. “I tried to stop her. Look, she’s creating a scene…”
I roll my eyes. “Stop lying, Sasha. Everyone here watched how you tried to throw me out of the office.” Then, I turn my gaze to Caden, who’s still glaring at me. “And will you please tell your people who I am and ask them to let go of me?”
Caden glares behind me. “She’s my wife, you idiots. Let her go.”
“What? Mr Lawrence is married? Since when?” The guards murmur, looking all surprised, but not before muttering apologies for their behaviour and rushing away.
I rub my arms, facing the receptionist who looks like a fish out of water. Nervous. Embarrassed. Not sure what to do with herself. When her eyes meet mine, she comes skipping out of the desk. “I’m so sorry, madam. I hope you’ll forgive me. I was just trying to do my job.”
What she was doing was trying to humiliate me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she had done that to someone else as well. As much as I want to teach her a lesson, I ignore the feeling. She’s not my concern. I have come here with only one thing on my mind, and that’s the only thing that matters to me anymore.
Caden walks over to where I stand and stops right in front of me.
He looks angry, but I don’t care.
I stare back at him, not backing down.
“In my office. Now!”
The ride to my apartment is a complete blur of screeching tires, flashing red lights, and me praying to every deity I can think of that my mother doesn’t have a stopwatch.“We’re here,” Sweet Poison murmurs, smoothly pulling the beautiful beast of a car right up to the curb of my building. He doesn’t even look out of breath. Meanwhile, I look and feel like I just survived a hurricane.“You are a lifesaver,” I say, meaning it like hell, frantically unbuckling the seatbelt. I throw open the door, but before I can slip out, I stop and glance back at him.Under the dim streetlights, his dark eyes are watching me with that same quiet, utterly devastating charm. “I owe you. Big time. Like, name-my-firstborn-child-after-you kind of owe you.”He lets out a soft, low chuckle. “I’ll hold you to that, sweetheart. Now go. Run.”I don’t need to be told twice. I sprint out of the car, burst through the lobby doors, and practically throw myself into the elevator. Come on, come on, come on! The numbe
Oh, I’m not complaining either.How could I? The man standing in front of me is everything a woman could ever want. At least, physically speaking. Not only is he drop-dead gorgeous, but that body... that body is literally fire.You know the kind you see in movies? The kind where the female lead gets to run her fingers through those very edible, perfectly sculpted abs, and just watching it makes something inside you instantly want to grab onto something tight?Yup. That exact one.However, before I can even think of a smart comeback to his charming little line, he closes the space between us.He leans down slowly, giving me plenty of time to back out. But I don't. I close my eyes as his fingers gently rest against my jaw. His touch is so light it makes my breath catch. This isn’t like the wild, messy kiss inside the club meant to break Luca's brain. This feels real. Almost too real.However, our lips are a second away from touching when the universe decides it's not the right time yet.
He absolutely did.And the absolute best part? He said it with the calm, serene confidence of a preschool teacher explaining to a toddler why we don’t eat the crayons.Luca looks seconds away from exploding. His chest rises and falls with sharp breaths, and his gaze darts around the room as he realizes his own friends are enjoying every second of this humiliation. His wrist is still trapped in Sweet Poison’s grip, and judging by the strain on Luca’s face, the hold is a lot stronger than Sweet Poison’s relaxed posture suggests.“I am not saying please to you,” Luca spits out, though it loses a bit of its bite when his voice cracks on the last word.“Suit yourself,” Sweet Poison says smoothly. He gives a casual, effortless shrug, which unfortunately forces his bicep to flex right against my arm. Focus, Arianna. Petty drama first, drooling over the stranger later. “We can stand here all night. I don’t mind. I have excellent stamina.”My traitorous brain immediately latches onto that comm
It happens too fast.One minute, I’m clinging to this dark and handsome guy whose lips taste like stars and moonlight, and the next minute, I’m being ripped away from his arms—away from his lips—forcing me to scowl."What the heck, Arianna!?"It takes my brain a second too long to realize that the angry-looking man roaring right in my face is none other than Luca, my recently dumped ex-boyfriend.And when I say he looks angry, I’m clearly underselling it. With the lights back on and the music practically dead, I can see and hear much better now.And wow. He looks furious. Absolutely furious. His face has turned bright red, and his eyes have gone so wide they look like they might pop right out of his head.I flash him an adorable grin. "Nothing much. Just having some fun. What about you? Did you like my surprise? I worked really hard on it."For a second, his anger shifts into confusion before his expression twists like he wants to rip his own hair out."You call this a surprise? More
The music begins, loud and heavy, filling every corner of the room, and the girls start dancing. I do too. I may not be a professional, but Lorraine taught me this at a sleepover once. She’s also a freelance choreographer—if I forgot to mention that before.The beat drops, low and heavy, vibrating through the floor and up my legs, and for a second, I let it take over.No thinking. No second-guessing.Just movement.I roll my shoulders, let my hips follow, my body slipping into the rhythm like it’s second nature. The girls behind me fall into sync, their movements sharp and confident, their laughter soft and practiced.And me?I’m smiling.Not because I’m enjoying this. Not really.But because every pair of eyes in this room is exactly where I want them to be.On me.Especially Luca’s.He would have never guessed that I could move like this—that I could do anything e
[Benjamin]Stand there and look pretty, she said.And she said it with so much confidence that I almost gave in and said, “Why, thank you!”Which, to say the least, is worlds apart from what I should be saying to a stranger who thinks dragging me out here for God knows what is the most normal thing to do.It isn’t—just in case you’re wondering.I just had an ugly argument with an asshole assistant who, for lack of a better word, completely screwed up my entire business trip with his incompetence.You would think someone who’s trained for months would know how to handle simple tasks—like not booking the wrong flight, not scheduling meetings at impossible times, and definitely not losing my confidential files. But no. Instead of doing what he was supposed to do, he decided to act like he was doing me a favor by showing up late and expecting me to clean up after his mess.So no, I’m not in the mood to be dragged into some random club by a woman who thinks she can hire me for some vague j
[Sasha]“What the hell do you want from me? I owe you nothing!” I yelp out, afraid he would do literally anything to me. The last time one of his men came to see my brother, they beat him up terribly. Me, on the other hand, don’t look forward to any such treatments.The man laughs, whose name I’m
[Caden]The moment I reach home, I’m surrounded by mom and dad.“Where the hell have you been, Caden? We have been worried sick.” Mom says, as she grabs my face and scans as if I have come from a fight and not a flight. “Are you hurt? Did you get into any trouble? Why didn’t you return any of our call
[Vivienne]“Alright. Here we are,” Theo says, adjusting his diamond cufflinks.I nod and take a deep breath. “You sure you can handle this?”“Are you kidding?” He looks at me, one eyebrow raised. “I want to do this, even if it’s the last thing I do.”I want to laugh, but I end up just smiling at hi
[Caden]I don’t know what I’m doing, only that it needs to be done.Bumping into Vivienne and asking her to lunch wasn’t part of the plan—not the reason I came to the hospital in the first place. But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been looking forward to seeing her again.And trust me when I say







