로그인VIONNE’S POVOh well.I came downstairs, and Darien Callahan seemed to be having a perfect time with his baby mama.Stunned, I stood watching their nonsense, like it was a K-drama.I hope you clearly understood? I said stunned, not jealous. Not angry.However, each moment got more interesting, varying from adjusting his collar to smoothing his shirt to a deep French kiss.Soraya, or Raya, as he would call her, actually thought all that would make me jealous or angry?Oh, come on. Get down there, witch.Witch is just a nickname I gave her. I swear we’re cool.Anyways, Darien should get ready to be stunned by me. Soon.Me, jealous?Not a woman like me, who was discarded by her father, divorced by the husband she loved so much, and left to start love all over again.However, I won’t deny the fact that I was floored by whatever I’d seen and astonished by how Darien seemed to be rich in character with their display.When she left, I was pretending to be on my phone, like I was unbothered,
DARIEN’S POVI walked out of her room when I was done with her.Bad thing, my body couldn’t stop reacting. It could no longer understand the concept of maintaining boundaries.Bad thing, it was deviating from the plan. Back there, I’d wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck the life out of her. Until breathing became dangerous for her.I didn’t want Vionne to see me as a man who couldn’t resist. As a man who was in love.Because she was gonna fucking use it against me. That’s what women do. Those other women did. I’m not making those mistakes anymore.The elevator beeped, disturbing my thoughts. I stepped out, walking into a small hallway, the white lights from the chandelier casting their glow on me and the marble tiles, too. I passed the hallway leading to the sitting room.Halfway into the sitting room, I heard a familiar, faint voice talking on the phone or probably to one of the workers.I halted. The voice was muffled.“…You’ve got to move fast with whatever details you have. We
VIONNE’S POVHe smiled. Actual smile. And was still smiling, even when I could see something in his eyes.This had been him in the past few weeks, always smiling, always checking up on me. Did I mention he’d actually gifted me three times? I still had the gifts. Hadn’t unboxed them yet.I wasn’t saying he hadn’t been nice to me. The care and love he’d shown me were massive, and you know what the scary and suspicious part was?I once said Zayn had dual characteristics. I think it’s a family thing. Darien can be good and bad to you at the same time.Honestly, his kindness these past few weeks was one of the reasons I was agreeing to what was happening today.Anyways, I was thrown into critical thinking immediately. Busy trying to understand. Busy trying to connect things, including Soraya’s display. Or what she was about to say.Was I gonna run or stay?No. I wouldn’t.If not for anything else, then for the thoughts I’d had yesterday. They made my hunger for revenge intense. You won’t w
VIONNE’S POVOh well, I haven’t turned yet. I haven’t panicked yet. Haven’t bothered yet.Because I know she wasn’t here to offer genuine congratulations.I remained as cold as ice and let her sway her beautiful waist as if she belonged here while she walked into my room, her eyes glaring murderously at me.I could see her through the large mirror.She halted a few steps away from me, taking me in.“I’m sure you’re supposed to be done with your little practice by now, isn’t that correct?” She scoffed, stepping closer, her face slightly scrunched up in disgust. “You can do better. Right, pretty?” she finished smugly.Good. She knows I’m pretty.However, a little introduction. Here comes the old witch. As mighty as the old serpent. As jealous as snow. As old as rock.Soraya.I was going to yell. I was going to demand to know which normal person barged into someone’s room and went straight to mocking them.But… I didn’t. I just let out a dry, amused laugh, adjusted my expensive red desig
VIONNE’S POVSome minutes later.Holy goodness.My makeup, red designer dress with a beautiful slit at the front, hugging me in all the right places. My styling, everything. Whatever slaying-to-doom I’d be doing had begun. It was perfect.Doom, yes… It was the same as slaying at Darien’s company, where whatever fake gathering we’d be having was about to happen.“I think this public display alone is gonna send a message to your dad and let him know all of this isn’t a damn joke and he needs to prepare. Because we’re just starting. His karma is coming faster than he thought.”That made my heart flutter, sending me into a panic, even when I was supposed to be happy. And trust me, I didn’t know why.“Ummm…” I stuttered. “We can just do this without having to host an engagement party.” I tried to convince him. “Everyone doesn’t have to believe we’re engaged. Some do.”Do you know what he said to me?“I don’t mind investing money in what I’ve been putting together for years. I’m not a fool
VIONNE’S POVAfter we got back from the hospital that very day, I tried my absolute best to find out whatever was inside the envelope Zayn had given to Darien, but all to no avail.“Sorry, ma. I can’t help you with that!”Those were the exact words I got from every worker I tried to talk into checking the trash for the envelope.That was when I realized it.I was trapped. Doomed. Finished. Altogether.I didn’t give up, though, because I found something a little bit helpful.However, some weeks had passed. Weeks of me, Vionne, the rejected daughter of the Wallace family, being brand new.Being me…If you don’t understand what I mean, you should probably visualize owning a brand-new pink Bugatti, right? How clean. How attractive.Oh well, forgive me for using that as a quick example. It’s just that, in the past weeks, I got carried away and spent a lot of time fantasizing about owning one. Maybe I really needed one.Don’t get too happy for me. Apart from being brand new, this new life c
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.







