LOGINVIONNE'S POVSome Days Later.My memory returned.But my eyes refused to open.I didn't know how long I'd been unconscious, but I was back to life, straight from hell.My head felt heavy, like the whole world had finally found the perfect place inside my skull. The headache was worse than an earthquake. I was still trying to make sense of the pain when muffled, unfamiliar voices filtered through my hazy brain, almost exploding it.I was in terrible condition, but at least I could tell there was a male and a female voice.Where the fuck was I?My sense of smell wasn't working either.My eyes were finally about to open when I heard—“Do you think she's one of his?”“Probably. Still figuring it out.”Something about their conversation made me pretend to be unconscious and keep my eyes shut.Who were these people, and what the hell were they talking about?There was a small pause before a voice asked, “How's she? It's been two and a half days, and she's been like this.”Two days?Did I he
NORA'S POV.Was I a fool for expecting a gift from two mentally unstable couples? Or was I just greedy and stupid?I knew why I wanted gifts from Vionne. Firstly, she was my sister. Secondly, I loved gifts. Thirdly, it was a favor from me to her, to give someone like Nora Wallace—the heir of the Wallace empire.Fourthly and most deadly, I was actually going to use it against her.Yes.But guess what? It went against me.You know, after that good-for-nothing, prideful, handsome dude left.Honestly, from him, as wealthy as he had displayed himself and with what I'd known, the greedy me expected something huge. Massive.Probably, I'd downplay those two and go ahead to take their gifts.But even today, a special day to me, luck wasn't on my side.Guess what Damian's men brought.We were still standing when Damian left the ballroom.It was gift presentation time, and a lot of gifts were coming in.But tell me why I was so interested in Damian's gift?"Sweetie, you won't take a gift from th
DARIEN’S POV“Get out. Now!” I yelled at the fucking driver the second I hopped into the black Bugatti I’d come in.I knew he saw the terror and anger in my eyes because he literally fled in fear, almost smashing his face into the ground.What the hell was he doing in here when she was half-naked, this hot, and almost touching herself? Jesus. What did Nora spike her drink with?Anyway, I noted his name—Daniel. He’d been my driver for a year, and he was pretty good at his job. But since he clearly didn’t have the common sense to respect her privacy, his job was over.I took a deep breath, eyes traveling over my little drunk baby girl. She looked wrecked, aching for touch, like whatever had been added to her drink was begging for my mouth on her body—licking, sucking, devouring.She was whimpering, breathing so hard and hot, hands rubbing her breasts. She’d managed to get some of her clothes off.This was more serious than I thought.Something like this wasn’t new to me.But it felt wei
DARIEN’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 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







