After they showered, Vivianne lay sprawled on the sofa like a limp vegetable. She was still in her bathrobe, her hair soaking wet, but she couldn't muster the strength to stand up anymore.Beckett had promised earlier that they would just take a shower. However, they ended up having sex in the bathroom, and it wasn't just one round. There were many.Most of the time, she was standing, so her legs were now trembling.She gave Beckett a glare, and he felt it even though he was facing away from her while drying himself.“Why are you looking at me like that?” Beckett asked without turning to face her.“You said, just a shower!” Vivianne snapped.“I said that, but you’re the one who requested me to enter my cock inside you,” he chuckled.“You tricked me!” Vivianne retorted before sitting properly on the bed. “Y-You made me feel good!” she stuttered.Beckett's words were true. When she was lost in pleasure from what he was doing, she was the one who suggested they do that. And because of th
Beckett stood by his words. His wife was taken to various places, and he made her experience the unique things Italy had to offer. Beckett didn't even allow her to dwell on problems for a few seconds. Every time she drifted off, even for a moment, thinking about her mother, Beckett immediately brought her back to the present.“We’ll go back soon. For now, let’s enjoy the view.” Beckett pointed to the paintings inside the Scuola Grande di San Rocco—their last stop for the day.Vivianne followed suit. She let herself be immersed in the elegance of the paintings and felt the emotions they conveyed. And as she looked around, one painting caught her attention.[Miracle of The Slave by Jacopo Tintoretto]“A slave was punished by his master because he prayed to the tomb of San Marco, causing him to be blind and have his legs fractured… But San Marco appeared, breaking the instruments used to torture the slave before he freed him,” Vivianne read the inscription below the painting. “How lucky
Vivianne glanced at her husband, his brow furrowed. "Do you know him?""A former classmate," Beckett replied, but his gaze remained on Laurel's hand holding Vivianne's palm."Sorry, man. I didn’t know," Laurel chuckled, quickly releasing Vivianne. "Your girlfriend?"Beckett raised his right hand to show their wedding ring, and Laurel's lips parted in surprise. "Damn! You’re married! I will report this to everyone later!""Maybe they already know. You’re just not watching the news," Beckett shrugged, placing a hand on Vivianne's waist as if asserting that she belonged to him and no one else could claim her.Vivianne smiled slightly at that. Even though Laurel, the guy in front of them, was handsome, she would still choose Beckett."What are you doing here?" Beckett asked Laurel again."For fun, of course. Look, so many pretty girls are out here," Laurel grinned, and Vivianne realized he was a playboy but still had a somewhat intimidating aura. "But I should also ask you the same thing.
Vivianne stopped walking when Beckett said that. “Are we going to be together?”“If you want to, why not?” Beckett replied seriously before scanning the area outside the airport.A man waved at him, one of his employees whom he instructed earlier to bring the car to the airport. He doesn’t want to use Synverse’s car for personal errands like this, especially when he’s with his wife. It's better to avoid any potential gossip.Beckett led Vivianne toward the car and opened the car door for her.“Hop in,” Beckett instructed his wife.But Vivianne stood her ground. She didn’t get in and just looked at Beckett. There was a look of puzzlement in her eyes. “Why are you coming home with me, and why do I need to get my other belongings?”“I’ll answer that once we’re on the ride back to your mansion. For now, just hop in,” Beckett replied in a cold tone.But Vivianne didn’t obey him. They continued to stare at each other, and it seemed like there was electricity in their eyes. While they were v
Like Vivianne, Alfred's men were also surprised to see Beckett pointing his gun at them. His gaze was sharp and menacing, causing them to step back slightly. No one spoke to them, afraid that Beckett might pull the trigger and kill them all. While the servants didn't know the true nature of the young man, the guards did. They also knew how brutal Beckett could be towards his enemies. He was no longer afraid of blood, and he was willing to do anything for Vivianne."Lower your weapon. They're becoming more tense with you pointing the gun at us," Vivianne ordered her husband, glancing around anxiously. "Mom will worry if she hears gunshots downstairs.""Then tell them to drop their guns first, because I'm not planning to be vulnerable while all their guns are pointing at us… Especially you," Beckett replied, still focused ahead, watching the movements of each opponent.But no one lowered their guns, so Beckett became even more alert. Tension filled the silence between them. It was onl
"IT'S EASY to die for someone you love, but can you endure and live through all the hardships with them?" Ella asked again.Beckett was taken aback by what he heard. All this time, he thought his mindset was correct—that he would unquestionably give his own life for Vivianne's well-being. But if he did that, Vivianne would be left alone, and she would have a permanent heartache. Losing a loved one brings a permanent scar to someone, and Beckett knew that all too well. That's what he experienced when his parents were killed.Beckett smiled before speaking again. "Let me rephrase it. I'm willing to live for a lifetime to be at your daughter’s side at all times."Ella nodded approvingly at what the young man said. Vivianne felt the same way. She seemed reassured upon hearing Beckett's words because it meant he wouldn't easily sacrifice his life anymore… because now, he had a reason to live.Pain is not his motivation anymore to live; it’s his love for Vivianne.After that, they caught
“The child is back here in our country, so it’s impossible for him to be safe here.”Beckett furrowed his brow in confusion. “It’s impossible. Vivianne made sure that Dylan would be adopted in another country so Alfred won’t be able to find him. It’s been a long time since that happened, and I haven’t heard anything from our people.”“It just happened recently, that’s why you haven’t heard anything, and Alfred is more cunning than you think,” Ella replied, her voice weak. “His adoptive parents rejected him before, so he was sent back here. I overheard their conversation while pretending to sleep, and I’m sure Alfred had something to do with it.”Beckett gritted his teeth. Alfred really won’t stop until he gets what he wants. He was never content with what he had… and Alfred always fulfilled his promises.Alfred promised himself to kill the child, and Beckett will do everything to prevent it.“Save Dylan…” Ella whispered as she held both of Beckett’s hands. She gently stroked them. “I
“MOM!” Vivianne yelled in panic before quickly running into the house.Beckett followed her. His smile from earlier vanished as they had managed to save Nathan and Dylan. Now, concern enveloped his being because of the shout he just heard.As they reached the second floor, they saw Ella sitting on the floor in front of the room, glaring angrily at Alfred. Alfred, on the other hand, just stood there, his right hand poised as if to slap Ella while gritting his teeth.“Mom!” Vivianne approached her mother before looking at her face. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Do you feel any pain?”Ella shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. Beckett also approached them and examined Ella’s face.“She’s not hurt. There are no bruises on her face and arms, and there’s no swelling either,” Beckett said, still looking at Ella. “She might have panicked because she thought she’s in danger. It’s the trauma that speaks for her. Right, Alfred?”Alfred clenched the hand that moments ago was poised t