Masuk[Vivienne]
Without waiting for my response, he grabs my wrist and pulls me with him.
I stumble a little, but somehow manage to keep my balance.
But Caden doesn’t slow down, not even for a second.
He drags me with him until we reach the end of the corridor and enter his office.
When the door shuts close behind us, he throws me into the room and I stumble on my heels, crashing against his desk. For a second, something passes his face, his features soften, but by the time I blink, that expression is gone and he’s back to scowling.
He walks around the desk and takes a seat, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Why are you here?” He asks, his voice calm but I can hear the rage underneath.
“I came to give you this.” I take the envelope from my purse and throw it on the table.
Caden doesn’t even glance at it.
“I told you I’m done with you and here’s the proof.”
He stares at me, his eyes darkening. “You want a divorce? Is that it?”
I nod my head, proud of myself for not cowering under his gaze. I might look tough on the outside, but inside I’m trembling like a leaf.
His eyes fall on the envelope, his jaw ticking. Then he grabs it and tosses into the trash bin under the desk.
I gape at him, completely baffled by his actions.
“Go home. We’ll discuss this later.”
I can’t believe him. I’m here to give him what he had always wanted and this is how he reacts?
I cross my arms and glare at him. “No.”
He narrows his eyes. “Excuse me?”
“I said, no. Are you suddenly deaf?”
He doesn’t like that, not my words, not my tone, and that’s obvious by the way he’s looking at me right now. He gets up from his chair, his mere existence taking up so much space the room suddenly feels small.
“I have another meeting in ten. I truly have no time for these stupid games of yours. So, just do as I say, and leave. I’ll come home tonight and we can talk over dinner.”
Is he even listening to me? I shake my head, stepping away. “Sure, but you’ll have to do that dinner thing alone. I have already moved out. You won’t find me there.”
His brows furrow and swear to God I have never seen someone so angry.
A part of me wants to reach out and appease him, to tell him that everything is okay, but another part of me wants to be selfish and see how far I can push him.
“Home, Vivienne. Now.”
“No.”
“Vivienne—”
“I said, no.”
I turn around to leave when he grabs my arm and whirls me back.
“Let me go.” I try to yank my arm away, but his hold only tightens. Then, he presses the intercom and the voice of the same receptionist comes through the device.
“Sir?”
Caden looks at me, his eyes full of promises.
“Send two guards in to escort Mrs. Lawrence home, and ask them to stay put until I arrive.”
There’s a long pause from the other side before the receptionist finally blurts out. “Yeyes, sir. Ri-right away.”
The call disconnects.
“What’s the meaning of this?” I ask him, but he only takes a step forward, and keeps on moving until my back is pressed against the edge of the desk and I almost gasp.
Caden puts both his arms on either side of me and leans down, suddenly too close for my liking. “Exactly. What’s the meaning of this?”
He’s probably talking about the divorce papers.
I scoff, meeting his gaze, not wanting him to see how much his existence or this proximity affects me. “if I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re upset.”
But he clearly isn’t. He’s probably just trying to make sure I’m not setting him up somehow.
His dark eyes darken some more and I find it hard to breathe. “Oh, so this is just another way you have come up with to get my attention. Is that it?”
“God, you’re so arrogant. You really think that highly of yourself, don’t you?”
He smirks, bringing his hand up and tucking a stray hair behind my ear. I try to jerk my head away, but he puts his palm on my neck and holds me in place.
However, before he could say something more, there’s a knock on the door and just like he asked for, two guards entered the room.
“Take her home and make sure she stays there,” Caden instructs them, without breaking our eye contact.
Then, he leans even closer, so close that his lips almost brush against mine.
I shiver, not liking the way he’s looking at me.
“And if she tries to escape, tie her up and wait for further instructions.”
I freeze at his words, my eyes wide as saucers.
Did he just say what I think he did?
I look at the guards, hoping they would refuse, but they only nod their heads.
Caden steps away and I immediately straighten up, rubbing my arms.
“Leave.”
I look at Caden and then at the guards.
They take a step forward and I take two back. “No. I’m not going back to that place.” I turn to face Caden. “You can’t force me.”
He gives me a bored look and my stomach sinks.
“Don’t fight this, Vivienne. It will only make things harder for you.”
I hate that I don’t have a choice. I hate that I’m being forced to go back to that place that I once called my home, but it’s not.
Tears burn my eyes and I hate it. I can’t believe I went crazy for this man. I can’t believe I thought he was the love of my life.
I feel so stupid right now. So, damn stupid.
I grab my bag and walk towards the door, refusing to look back at Caden.
But before I could reach there, he called my name and I stopped, still unable to look at him.
“We’ll talk about this tonight.”
“No. We won’t. You just proved my point. I don’t want to be with a man who treats me like this. I deserve better, Caden. I deserve someone who will love me, cherish me, and protect me. And you…you’re just a selfish asshole.”
I turn to leave, satisfied with the look on his face.
Maybe now he would know I’m not the same Vivienne he knows. Maybe now he would realize that I can live without him, and that I don’t need him.
The guards follow me and I head towards the elevator, not wanting to be here a second longer.
We walk past the reception and while the receptionist still looks guilty and embarrassed, her head hung low, Sasha doesn’t shy away from giving me her best death glares.
I ignore them though and head straight for the elevator.
While we wait, Sasha comes to stand next to me and whispers into my ear. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he signs those papers and gets rid of a cheap whore like you.”
“Watch your mouth!” I’m so angry after how Caden behaved that I don't have the patience for her crap.
I whirl around and slap her across the face.
Everyone in the lobby gasps.
Sasha’s hands fly to her cheek and I can see her skin turning red. “How…how dare you? You bitch—”
She tries to do the same. Her hand comes flying towards my face. But before it makes contact, someone catches her wrist in mid-air.
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
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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
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I glare at him before stepping forward.Harvey lifts a hand. I hesitate—only for a second—before placing mine in his.The moment he pulls me in, it’s over.His grip is firm, his other hand landing on the small of my back, drawing me just close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off him. We m
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[Caden]Before I can even reach for her arm, she pushes her chair back and grabs her bag.“Are we done?” she asks, her tone distant, her gaze fixed anywhere but me. She doesn’t even want to look at me anymore.If this had been one of those times in the past—when things were easier, when she still l







