(Vivian’s POV)“Where’s the answer? Why are you just silent?” I demanded, my voice sharp, my chest heaving as I faced him. He said nothing, just stared at me with a mocking gaze that made my skin crawl.I didn’t know where he came from with all the madness and arrogance he brought into my life. But after more than a week without seeing each other, without even exchanging a single message, why did it have to start like this? Why did we have to begin again with a fight?I had missed him—missed him to the point of madness. I craved to see that handsome face again, even if it looked so furious, so distant, so… proud.Why did he care so much about me meeting another man when he never had any intention of accepting my feelings in the first place? He treated my affection like it was disposable, like I was some stray dog chasing after its indifferent owner.But I’m not a poodle that clings even after being pushed away. I’m not a cat that keeps coming back to someone who clearly doesn’t want m
(Kai’s POV)A few days after Vivian moved out, the penthouse felt… quieter.Too quiet.No sound of soft footsteps down the hall. No humming from the kitchen. No faint floral scent lingered after she walked past. It was ridiculous—how aware I was of her absence. And yet, I’d told myself it was for the best. That everything had returned to how it should be. Simple. Clean. No distractions.But why the hell did it feel like I’d carved out a piece of myself and handed it away?I hadn’t heard from her since she left. Not a single message. Not even a call. Not that I expected one. She said thank you and walked out of my life as if she were just returning something she had borrowed. I let her go.No, I pushed her away.And maybe I thought I’d feel relieved after the trial ended, after Adrian was locked away and everything was “settled.” But instead of relief, all I had was a gnawing sense of… emptiness.I was in the middle of lunch with a client at one of the finer restaurants downtown—sippin
(Vivian’s POV)A few days later…The courtroom was cold, not in temperature, but in feeling. The air was tense, stiff, like everyone was holding their breath. I sat silently at the front with Willem beside me, his suit perfectly pressed and his expression unreadable. He gave me a small nod as if to reassure me. I returned it with a tight, nervous smile.Behind me, in the audience section, I spotted Kai.He was seated next to Summer. His posture was as relaxed as ever—long legs crossed, hands folded neatly—but I knew better. His eyes, sharp and focused, followed every word being spoken at the front of the court. And they never left me for long.This was it.The final trial.Adrian sat across the room, handcuffed and pale. The once overly confident smile he used to flash at me was completely gone. What was left was a hollow version of the man I once thought I knew.The judge’s voice echoed through the room.“Adrian Cownell, you are hereby found guilty of kidnapping with intent to harm,
(Vivian’s POV)I heard the sound of the door opening and immediately looked up at the entrance. My heart skipped. Kai stood there, shoulders slightly tense, brows furrowed, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on me.“You’re home,” I greeted softly.I was still sitting on the sofa, curled up in the corner, hugging my knees. My legs had gone numb a while ago, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. I’d tried to sleep earlier, I really had. I closed my eyes, tucked myself into bed… but it was useless. My thoughts were too loud.Kai stepped inside, his shoes silent on the hardwood floor. He looked… tired. But when our eyes met, something gentle stirred in his expression. Confusion turned into concern.“Vivian?” His voice was warm, low, and slightly raspy. “Why are you still up?”I shrugged slightly. “I couldn’t sleep.”He checked his watch and frowned. “It’s past midnight. You should’ve been in bed hours ago.”“I know.” I smiled faintly. “I just… didn’t want to sleep yet.”He walked
(Vivian’s POV)"God! Vivian, you're okay, right? "Summer rushed in the moment the penthouse door opened. Her eyes darted around until they found me standing by the window, wrapped in one of Kai’s oversized shirts with a warm mug of tea cupped in my hands.I barely had time to answer before she enveloped me in a tight hug.“I’m okay,” I murmured softly, even though that was only partially true.Summer pulled back and scanned me from head to toe. Her brows were pinched, her lips trembling slightly. “You scared the hell out of me, you know that?”“I scared myself too,” I replied, offering her a weak smile.We sat down on the plush couch in the living area, the sunlight from the balcony softening to a golden hue as the afternoon deepened. Summer held my hand in both of hers like she was afraid I’d disappear if she let go.“I’m just glad you’re safe now,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Thank God Kai got there in time.”I nodded slowly. “If you hadn’t called him… I don’t know what wou
(Vivian’s POV)How long have I slept?I blinked slowly, my eyes adjusting to the warm light pouring in from the balcony. The sun was already high, casting bold streaks of gold across the hardwood floors. Judging by the heat radiating through the glass, it had to be past noon. My head throbbed, dull and heavy, as if my emotions had taken turns bruising it from the inside out. I pressed my palms to my temples and sighed.The memories hit me like a tidal wave.Adrian. The rope. The bruises.My hands instinctively curled into fists, trembling at the thought. Shame bubbled up my throat like acid. I couldn't breathe properly. My skin still felt contaminated, like it wasn’t mine anymore."Are you awake?"I jerked slightly at the sound of his voice. Kai.He was standing at the door, dressed simply in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his dark hair still damp, like he'd just showered. He looked casual, but the concern in his eyes was anything but. He walked over, each step careful, as if af