LOGINVIONNEDarien looked at me for a second. I looked away, then at Zayn. Genuinely confused.Confused, not furious. Not jealous. He’s supposed to be.For a moment, I forgot how to use my mouth. I knew the reason he was confused.“Excuse you?” Darien asked, his voice chill, but underneath it, I could sense rage.“You heard me right. I brought her the food she requested. You got a problem with that?” Zayn challenged, moving closer. He carried the tray in his hands with practiced ease.“Ohh... no.” I stuttered. “He doesn’t.” I was quick to say before Darien said anything.“Of course, Muffin.” A smile appeared on Zayn’s face, like he was trying to prove a point.Can you stop smiling, Zayn?! You should know your brother is deadly.My stomach churned. I pray this tension isn’t unto more hatred or flying punches.It was gonna be a nice, funny, dangerous view, though.Hahaha.Anyways, I could sense Darien vibrating with raw anger. His jaw ticked. His eyes were red.His eyes hadn’t left Zayn ever
VIONNE’S POV“Why don’t you quit being a shy girl and face Daddy?”I was still trying to make sense of this word when I noticed an awkward movement.Like he rose to his feet.Was I paranoid or did this man just actually stand up? Or is he finally leaving?I hope so. I pray so. I recommend so.My body trembled slightly and this made me realize it was already dried up. More like it didn’t even want me to grab a towel. It loves whatever has unfolded and is about to unfold.Meanwhile, my legs were still not ready to move. I can’t explain this, but believe me.In between my thoughts, I heard footsteps on the marble, sharp and unmistakable.Wait… what?“Don’t you try to come closer!” I shrieked in terror. “Can you just leave! I need privacy. Privacy, please.”“I’m privacy, Kitten,” he purred, nonchalantly, like it made any sense. I noticed he kept coming closer and closer. I could feel him.Rage mixed with fear and embarrassment boiled in me. Hot.Amidst that, my legs finally decided to r
Vionne'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
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
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.







