Se connecterVIONNE.Now, it seemed everyone had forgotten their job and were now staring.Some had their fingers frozen on their laptops, staring. Even the receptionist before the main hall, where a lot of staff worked, was staring, leaving a client hanging.I was startled. Stares didn’t feel ordinary.Probably, they loved your dress, Vionne.Something in my head tried to convince me.But the stares were already knocking the breath out of me. And some were burning my skin.Anyways, he ended the call, held my hand again as we walked in.“Welcome, sir,” the receptionist waved.Some clients acknowledged him. But gave me all the stares.We passed the lobby and entered the large hall filled with computers and well-dressed staff members. Too many of them, and there seemed to be more than seven floors in this big whatever skyscraper.My fiancée was big.Fuck you, Wallace. I perish here. He’s damn bigger than you. And you want me to run away?Not yet. Not even in my next life.Anyways, the closer Darien
VIONNE’S POVHe laughed like I’d gone crazy, and this was when I realized I was actually, entirely going nuts. Slowly.I switched off my screen, taking in a deep breath to calm myself. Because damn. I was spiraling, and I didn’t know if it was out of anger, jealousy, or shock.It was difficult to tell.He cleared his throat, and I could feel his eyes on my skin, like he was confused if this was the same savage Vionne from earlier, with red eyes filled with unshed, bitter tears.“Mood swing so bad, Kitten,” he said, almost amused. “Sure you’re good?”“I’m good,” I said dismissively.Trust me, he kept on looking between my face and my phone, like he knew something was definitely wrong.Like he cared.“You sure of that?” he asked after ten minutes of silence and driving.Now, I was thinking, processing, analyzing, trying to make sense of everything going on in my life.Poor Vionne in the midst of this unhealthy world and people. Darien, her Dad’s mysterious ex-best friend, who she couldn
VIONNEOutside the MansionIt looked great. The view was too beautiful to be real. Too calm to have a worried mind like Vionne.Too peaceful to have a stonehearted mind like Rein.I don’t know, but I would rather call him Rein.I hadn’t really spent much time out here, though. But I would. The ambiance alone could make me survive until I’d accomplished all I wanted to.That aside, I think it’s time to make friends outside Miss Vivian.Males.I stepped out of the portico, and the fresh, cold air hit my skin. The calm morning sunlight bit my face.Securities could be seen all over the enormous compound, guarding against unseen enemies.I was right on time to meet Darien with Joseph, conversing.“Good morning, Dein,” Joseph greeted, walking toward where Darien stood on his phone.“Morning, Joe.” He responded, reaching for the key Joseph was stretching toward him.Dein? Not Rein?They were quite close. Close enough to keep up with these nicknames. I knew he was his second-in-command.I ju
VIONNE’S POVI got out of the bathroom and noticed something. There was a pair of black stilettos. Not just any stilettos, but Christian Louboutin So Kate 120 black patent-leather heels.My mouth almost tore open.I wasn’t done. There was also a delicate Tiffany & Co. diamond pendant and a gold Cartier LOVE bracelet.What’s today again? We’re just going to the hospital, man!Anyways, I didn’t spend two hours as planned in the bathroom. Trust me, I was going to.But my heart kept skipping a beat each time I remembered Maddie. And the text from Darien’s phone? Each time I remembered the text I’d seen on Darien’s phone earlier, my stomach did somersaults. My heartbeat increased by a hundred thousand.And my phone kept buzzing, buzzing, buzzing while I was bathing.To sum it all up, it was the fastest bath I’d ever had.Or probably I was scared because he’d said the punishment wouldn’t be as usual? Why was this man fucking making me lose my mind?When I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw
VIONNE’S POVI concluded. Maddie doesn’t know anything. If Maddie knew, Vionne knows.Back to Mr. Wallace.The silence from the other line went on forever, and I almost. Almost ended the damn call.Mr. Wallace didn’t have something to say? Oh no, that’s not the dad I knew. He always has something to say at any given time. No matter what.Something is wrong. Probably at stake. Or a bad day?“I know I might have wronged you, but you’ve to listen to me. This is as important as life, Sunflower…”“Vionne,” I interrupted, “that’s my name. I’m sure you didn’t forget, huh?” I was quick to put him back on track. He probably forgot I was no longer his daughter, the one he manipulated and had always used all her life.And Sun… what? Why that name now? I know Mr. Wallace. He has been my Dad for twenty-three years. I know when he needs something. I know his every move.And most definitely, I know why he calls me Sunflower and the origin of that damn name.“My apology, but I need to speak to you pr
VIONNE’S POVThis was a disastrous morning. However, last night was hell and sweet.In one word: Hellsweet.Of course, DAREIN actually prepared a meal for me… How did it taste? Ummm, my stomach actually loved it. Although it wasn’t as sweet as what I wanted from him.And it was no joke, I did sleep in his room too. On the same bed. Sharing the same breath.But he didn’t touch me like he promised. No, he tortured me.“I thought you were going to touch me?” I had shamelessly asked when I joined him on the bed last night.Because I needed his touch over me. Each time he touches me, it does a lot to me. I can’t let go of the memories of our first night and how he touched me, pounded into me, and whispered cutely.His response? “You haven’t been a good girl, Vionne, so I won’t keep that promise.” He then planted a small kiss on my forehead, ruffling my hair.How annoying. Zayn was right anyways. Ninety-nine percent right about everything we discussed about Darien.*~~~~The sharp water fro
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







