เข้าสู่ระบบVionne's POV.Immediately he left, I let out an overwhelmed, hot breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.With a small, frustrated, tired hiss, I plunged myself onto the bed, like a little child, probably thinking that would help me think like one. Because my brain was close to freezing point.My back touched the bed as I faced the high, beautiful white ceiling, mind blank. Not entirely.It didn’t take long for my sharp, annoying brain to come up with an idea. Of course, it clicked. I processed it. It made sense, and this made me flee from the bed.Idea number twelve. Probably fourteen. I had lost count. You might be wondering. Yes, I started writing down my ideas for escape ever since I realized things either get better or worse. Whichever.When I say escape, not from Darien Callahan entirely, but from this life to something bigger than where I was in my father’s company. Revenge sometimes is about changing yourself to what no one sees coming, and I was doing that secretly.Before I
DARIEN’S POVSurprisingly, a call came almost at the same time as his text, and it was on my direct priority line.I took a deep breath.The number wasn’t saved, though. But I ignored the text from Wallace and didn’t bother to check what the text was about. I swiped to the green button to accept the call when a sweet, soft, worried voice filled the car.“Hello, Mr. Darien.”I was quick to recognize the voice. It was my little girl. I had missed her so much. But I knew better than missing her.I didn’t expect how quickly I switched from being furious to smiling after hearing her voice.“Hello, Daddy’s girl,” I said slowly. “You finally realized you needed Daddy?” I finished with a dry chuckle.I asked because I didn’t expect a call from her. Not after what happened before I left the house.“Don’t you dare call me that!” Her voice rose in pure irritation.Wow. Vionne would always be Vionne. Fierce. Probably the reason her family was and is still intimidated by her.“Alright, alright, al
DAMIAN’S POVI got to the location faster than I expected. I had to protect Maddie. Not because I really needed to, but because of her. Vionne. Probably for my benefit and that of her best friend.After everything I’d uncovered, she was far too valuable to leave unguarded.But wait a damn second…What the hell was Nora doing in a place like this? Manhattan, Blackwood? Deadly, I must say.Suspicious, wasn’t it?I’d thought I knew enough about that little disrespectful ass, but it turned out I knew absolutely nothing, really. I knew she was tough, but I didn’t know she was bad. She was a far worse snake than I’d ever imagined.I had just stepped out of my car when I sent her a text.And a threat again.Hope you’re ready, because this is more serious than you think.To me, really? Nora Callahan.I didn’t know, but I was sure this little girl was about to make this whole thing very interesting.A few minutes later, she walked through a door. Elegantly. Shoulders high.Why did my eyes foll
NORA’S POV“Good.”I muttered to myself with a smile after I’d found a way to execute my plans. It was a three-day plan, planned with anger and probably jealousy.Everything was going as planned. Immediately after I sent that message to Vionne, you know what I did next… I blocked her. Immediately. Because I know that little girl. She loves Maddie so much. I didn’t want her in my ‘Direct Message.’So I moved on to the next execution of my plans.I really needed to cut off those prideful wings she and her accomplices had pulled up at my party. They destroyed it and made me trend online for ridicule. I was gonna give them a taste of their own cake.Vionne had no idea what she had gotten herself into. I don’t think she did.However, with how smart I was, dragging my brother-in-law to his doom… that was really amazing.Nora Wallace doesn’t joke. She doesn’t take shit and definitely isn’t scared of anyone.~~~~“Please, I’ll do anything you want.” Maddie cried, her voice echoing through th
DARIEN’S POVImmediately I got downstairs, I grabbed my favorite wine from the bar, sat on one of my favorite couches, and sipped my wine, contemplating as I patiently waited for her to come downstairs.Wondering what the surprise was? It was her love language. Food.Why? She loves food.Different varieties. She comes downstairs and it's served to her like a queen. However, was Vionne ready to be the kind of queen I want?For the record, not just food, I wanted to break something to her. Not good, neither bad.A foodie who hadn’t eaten for days, and even when I thought she was waking up, I thought she was going to demand food.But she didn't. Seems like she forgot what food was and only thought of Maddie.I could see the disappointment and anger when I told her I knew nothing about Maddie.And this was the reason I wasn't supposed to joke with that being.I have learned two things she loves. The most important is food, then Maddie.There were reasons all these needed to be studied.An
VIONNE'S POVAs I walked downstairs, my mind couldn't stop wandering—different thoughts, possibilities, and fear. One of them was: Why does waking up feel scary? Like something shifted in this mansion. Not just something. Something dangerous.It felt really bad. I was heartbroken seeing myself trending online for all the wrong reasons, with some silly videos.This wasn't me. This wasn't the life I wanted for myself. But guess what? My family wouldn't take chances on anything that might make me happy.I trended for good too. I mean, it wasn't easy to make my father's enemy company experience an increase.Bad was more. More was bad.However, this isn't the end.Or is it?And as for Nora? This couldn't just pass. She'd pay for every pain she caused me. Waking up, I realized I needed to put a stop to some bullshit.I didn't have to contemplate it anymore. I didn't have to think about who had added something to my drink.Mischievous Nora Callahan did.I might look weak.But I wasn't weak.
Vionne 's Pov. One month. That’s how long it had been since Harrison walked out and I signed those divorce papers. A whole month of trying to breathe normally again. I tried to pick myself up every morning and act like I was okay. I told myself I didn’t need him. I told myself he wasn’t worth my
Vionne 's Pov. The elevator ride to his hotel room was quiet, filled with the kind of tension that pressed into my chest and made my heart beat faster. I could feel his eyes on me as we rose floor after floor. He didn’t touch me, but his presence filled the small space like smoke. Heavy. Warm. Dan
Vionne 's Pov. After signing those papers. I thought there would be some kind of relief, some kind of freedom in finally letting go of Harrison. But instead, I felt nothing. Just this numb weight sitting on my chest, pressing into my lungs, making it hard to breathe. It was past eight when I f
Vionne 's Pov. I had barely slept. My head throbbed from the tears I refused to let fall, and my body felt heavy, like I’d aged years in one night. But I couldn’t hide in this house forever. I had to face my family eventually. And more importantly, I had to face her. Nora. My stepsister. My fri







