Warren’s POV"Everything is looking good, Warren," Dr. Smith said, glancing over my most recent scans with a satisfied nod. "Your heart’s strong, the rhythm is steady, and your vitals are back in range. You can start incorporating some very light exercise again. Short walks, nothing strenuous."I exhaled a slow breath of relief. "Thanks, Doctor," I said, managing a wry smile. "Glad I made it into the new year alive after all."Dr. Smith chuckled and patted my shoulder with warmth. "Me too, Warren. You gave us quite the scare. But you fought hard. Now take it one day at a time.""I will," I promised.As I stepped out of the hospital and into the late winter air, it felt like I was breathing freely for the first time in weeks. I tugged my coat tighter around my frame, aware of how loose it had gotten. Six weeks of barely moving, of watching my body grow weaker and thinner while I lay there, recovering, helpless.I couldn’t do anything. No jogging, no work, no Paris. No Vienna.Desiree
Vienna’s POVI was still reeling from the birth. It had all happened so fast, like a dream I hadn’t quite caught up to. My body ached, but my heart was overflowing. I couldn’t take my eyes off the tiny bundle curled against my chest.He was perfect. His soft, warm skin. That impossibly delicate nose. Ten minuscule fingers that curled instinctively around mine. Ten tiny toes, pink and wiggling. I kissed his downy head, inhaling his newborn scent. My son. I had a son.Zanele looked dazed—almost in awe—and didn’t say a word for a long time. Then she finally whispered, "That… that was incredible, Vienna. He came so quickly. Like he knew this world was ready for him."I gave her a grateful, exhausted smile. "I don’t even know how we made it to the hospital in time."Zanele chuckled softly. "Barely did. But somehow, it all worked out just right."Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door. It creaked open, and Célestine peeked in, her face alight with joy. Raphaël followed behind her,
Vienna’s POVI woke to the sharp vibration of my phone against the nightstand. Disoriented, I squinted at the screen. Unknown Caller. A cold prickle ran down my spine. Who would be calling me this early, and anonymously?I hesitated, then picked up. "Hello?"Static crackled on the line. Then a voice—distorted, mechanical, inhuman—broke through."You will regret this, Vienna."I bolted upright in bed. "What? Who is this?" My voice came out thin and sharp."She will get her revenge... when you least expect it."Click.The line went dead."Wait, hello?" But there was only silence.My heart thundered in my chest as I stared at the screen.Who the hell—But then it hit me. Desiree. It had to be one of her pawns. Who else would say something like that?I stood there for a moment, phone trembling in my hand. Then I muttered to myself, "Okay. Breathe. She’s in custody. On the other side of the world. She can't hurt me. This is just... noise."I tried to shake it off under a hot shower, lett
Vienna’s POVI turned around to face him. For a moment, I caught something raw and vulnerable in Raphaël’s amber eyes. A deep, heavy sadness. But then, just as quickly, he blinked it away."Hey," I said gently, trying to sound lighter than I felt. "I’ll still see you at school. And the bakery every weekend. It’s not like I’m disappearing from your life.""I know," he murmured, voice low. "But the apartment… it’s going to feel so empty without you."I swallowed hard. "Why don’t you get a new roommate?" I offered, though the words felt sharp in my own throat. The idea of someone else sleeping in my room, laughing in the kitchen, cuddling Bijou—it stung more than I expected.He gave a noncommittal shrug. "Maybe I should." His voice was quiet again, unreadable. Then, after a beat, he stepped forward, a little hesitantly. "Bye, V," he said.He pulled me into a quick, somewhat awkward hug. He kissed my cheeks in that typical French way—one side, then the other. His scent wrapped around me l
Vienna’s POVFred’s voice crackled on the line, thick with exhaustion. "It’s been hell around here since we got back from Paris. Dad and my mother have been at each other’s throats every single day."I winced. "About me?""Unfortunately, yes," he sighed. "Mom’s furious. She keeps saying Dad should’ve told her the moment he found out about you. And, well… She’s just angry he had a child with another woman in the first place.""Fred… I’m so sorry. I never meant to cause—""This isn’t your fault," he said firmly, cutting me off. "It’s on them. Mom’s right, honestly. Dad should’ve come clean months ago. You didn’t ask to be born into all this drama.""But what does this mean for the villa?" I asked, confused. "Is it off-limits now?"Fred hesitated. "That’s the thing. Eleanor moved in… two days ago. Like, full-time."I blinked. "Wait, what? Why?""I think—partly?—just to spite you. To make sure you’re not living there anymore. But mostly, I think she just needed to get away from Dad."My he
Vienna’s POV"Vienna? Is that really you?" Elliot’s voice crackled through the phone speaker, thick with emotion. "Thanks for checking in. Warren’s stable. He’s going to be okay.""I know," I murmured, listening to the soft, steady beeping in the background. "Are you with him right now? Is… Desiree there?""I’m with him, yeah. He’s still unconscious though," Elliot explained. "Desiree’s been here all night, but she just stepped out to grab a coffee. It happened at the party she organised for the Luxe members. Seems like it really shook her, like she feels responsible somehow.""That’s because she is," I said, cold steel lacing my voice."What?" Elliot sounded taken aback. "Vienna, what are you saying?""She drugged him, Elliot," I said flatly, my heart pounding. "I’m practically sure of it."A pause."Vienna…" He sounded cautious now. "That’s a serious accusation. I know you and Desiree have… history. But we don’t know—""Did she leave her bag in the room with you? A clutch or a purse?