تسجيل الدخولDARIEN’S POVWhy do I feel like someone was watching me… right here, at this party?Not just watching me. Dangerously watching me.I could feel it in my bones.However, after just a few freaking minutes of distraction by someone and something I wouldn’t even like to talk about… I came back to a different Vionne.Crazy Vionne.At first, when I entered the ballroom, I realized the crowd had gathered around a certain area, watching and laughing. I didn’t realize what was going on until I heard a comment from a group of beautiful ladies.“Vionne Wallace is a disgrace. She doesn’t deserve him.”I didn’t fully understand, not until one of the securities I had left with Vionne walked up to me.“Sir. The lady…” he panicked, pointing at the stage. “She’s acting up right now. I think she’s mentally un—”“Can you shut the fuck up!” I yelled at him before he could even finish his statement, already moving toward the scene.I noted his name.Jodon.He was done working with me for daring to make su
VIONNE'S POVDid I say I grabbed something? Holy heaven. Lucky her.I thought I grabbed a glass of alcohol.No.My hazy mind only made me think I did.I'd actually grabbed thin air.The room seemed to freeze for a moment, and that's when I noticed Nora shift.Actually shift.I bit my tongue.Our eyes locked.She looked frightened.Speechless.Like that look was saying, "What? You were actually going to do that?"A wave of murmurs swept through the room again. My ears suddenly felt sharper, catching every single whisper."She isn't saying a damn word. She's choked. Obviously, she still likes him. How pathetic.""She's the villain here. Imagine what she almost did.""She chose to get drunk so she could put on a show, display her heartbreak, and pretend she's just high.""I love Vionne. She's so bold. Nora deserves this. I mean, Vionne has every right to be pissed. They both did her wrong."That comment alone sparked something inside me.Courage.The courage to finally do and say everyth
VIONNE'S POV"Yes. I'll fucking get married to you!"I shot to my feet, swaying as I repeated the words again and again, shamelessly. Like it was something I should be proud of.I didn't know what was happening to me anymore.I had no idea how those words had come flying out of my mouth. Was it the alcohol? Or was it something more?It felt like the alcohol had completely dissolved my brain... along with every ounce of shame I had left.My fucking enemy.Those last two shots I'd taken from the so-called server had completely shut down my brain cells.I was burning.Hot.Sweaty.My chest felt like it was on fire.I couldn't even explain what I was feeling, but one thing was certain.My mind and body felt like they'd been thrown straight into the fires of hell.Now every eye in the room was on me.I vaguely realised a few strong men were trying to hold me back. The room blurred before tilting at lightning speed.Oh. My. God.What a shame.Through my hazy vision, I saw people staring.Sn
Vionne's POVWhoever she is. But right now, the old witch—Soraya.She was standing across the hall, dressed in a fire hugging white floral gown that accentuated her curves, silver-white heels, and a matching crystal-strap purse. Her dark-brown hair spilled over her shoulders as she stood discussing something so seriously with a very familiar figure.My brain rang a bell.I know this person.A cousin.What the hell! What was Soraya doing here? Something suspicious tugged at my chest the moment I thought about it. And she was wearing the color of the day, which meant she was definitely invited. Who invited her? Darien? Who was probably still staring at some redhead.He was facing the other side.I was facing the other side."Hey, Kitten."The way he said my nickname made me flinch. I turned to face him with a small shrug."Are you okay?" he asked, handing me another glass of alcohol, like he already knew I wanted more."T-thanks," I muttered, only to drift my eyes back to where I'd seen
VIONNE'S POVImagine Nora demanding a gift from me.Buying gifts didn't even cross my mind. Why would it? They'd taken everything I'd worked for.And even if it had crossed my mind, I didn't have a single buck to spare.I'd have to ask Darien.I was about to open the message that had casually popped up on my screen.The moment I tapped it, something shifted in the room.The music seemed to lower.The air turned heavy.A strange tension settled in my chest.I clicked on the message anyway...Only to realize it had been deleted as fast as it appeared.But I'd caught two words.His son...The tiny "This message was deleted" sat on my screen like a death sentence.I stared at it.Pretending to type.Pretending I hadn't seen the blurred photos that looked suspiciously like family pictures.Pretending I didn't understand.Probably a wrong number.Whatever.I switched off my phone, careful not to look up and catch anyone staring at me.I didn't know what to think.And I had no fucking idea w
Nora's POVOh. Very stupid of someone who's having her engagement party today.I'll just pretend I didn't completely forget myself the moment this dude walked in and announced himself as my sister's fiancé.Like... fiancé? Or was it finance?Umm... Damian Callahan.The man I've never really met. Or maybe I have and just didn't know? He looks a little familiar. Not online-picture familiar. Real familiar.The man my dad despises so much.My mom does too. Harrison as well.I even found out they were once best friends before my mom remarried Jade Callahan. I don't know much about that history. Let's just say I was only a few years old when I became part of this family.This handsome, gorgeous man looked like he had stepped straight out of a magazine.Beautiful black hair.A sharp nose.A strong jawline.And those striking green eyes.God.How did Vionne find him?She actually bagged him?That trash of a girl?The way he said, "Don't you dare lay your hands on my fiancée."His voice crashe
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. 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
Vionne’s Pov. I stood at the edge of our bedroom, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as I watched him. My heart was pounding, but not the way it used to when I looked at him. Not with love or warmth or hope. This pounding felt heavy. Cold. Like every beat was trying to push the pain out of me.







