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Chapter 7: The Touch of Warm Water
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2026-11-04 23:52:41
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"Stay where you are, Vivienne."Bastien fastened the final metal clip onto the elastic bandage around Vivienne's ankle without an ounce of hurry. His hands were rock-steady, as if Corinne’s hysterical shrieks filtering through the intercom were nothing more than a passing breeze.Vivienne gripped the edge of the charcoal cashmere throw in her lap. Corinne's voice tore through the speaker again, shrill and venomous, threatening to bring down the city police if the West Wing gates weren't opened within minutes."Mother brought a lawyer," Vivienne whispered, her eyes glued to the closed bedroom door. "She holds legal guardianship over me until I turn twenty-one."Bastien rose to his feet. Picking up a dry towel from the tray, he wiped the traces of water and blood from his hands before tossing the cloth onto the table."The laws of this city bow to whoever controls the ports and the banks," Bastien replied flatly, buttoning the cuffs of his damp black shirt. "And that woman controls noth
Surviving My Psycho Stepbrother Chapter 7: The Touch of Warm Water
"Touch me, and I'll make sure you lose that hand before this dress comes off."Vivienne stared straight into Bastien's stone-gray eyes, barely inches from her face. His grip on the silk strap of her nightgown was so tight the delicate threads groaned under the strain.She didn't flinch. Refusing to show an ounce of weakness before a man this dangerous, her right hand darted out and seized the thick charcoal cashmere throw draped over the back of the sofa.In one swift, fluid motion, she wound it tightly around herself. The heavy wool cocooned her shoulders, chest, and waist, shielding the shredded silk completely from his sight.Only her bare legs, streaked with dried blood and caked with mud, remained exposed against the dark carpet.A faint twitch pulled at the corner of Bastien’s mouth. His grip on the torn strap slackened as he drew his hand away."Good," he muttered dryly, straightening to his full height. "A rabbit that knows how to guard itself is far more useful than a doll th
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"Say it again, Vivienne. Clearly."Bastien’s voice was a low, heavy baritone, vibrating right against her temple as he stepped backward across the threshold.Vivienne gripped the damp fabric of his shirt, feeling the taut cords of muscle across his broad shoulders. Every drop of her physical strength was spent, yet the thrumming agony in her ankle forced her mind to stay awake."I accept," Vivienne whispered, her voice raspy and trembling against the biting chill. "Protect me... and I'm yours."Bastien didn't waste his breath answering.He jerked his chin toward Silas, who stood vigil by the entrance. Silas stepped back and hauled the thirteen-foot teak double doors shut with a heavy, resonant thud.SLAM.The automated iron deadbolts engaged twice. The roar of the storm outside was cut off in an instant, swallowed by the suffocating silence of the West Wing.Bastien carried Vivienne down a long corridor paved in dark gray marble. There were no gilded family portraits or ornate porcela
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"Shoot her in the legs if she won't stop!"Hector Caldwell’s grating roar boomed from the distance, distorted by the howling wind and the deafening roar of the storm.Vivienne didn't look back. She dragged herself across the black marble bridge spanning the artificial lake. The slick stone ground against her bare knees and elbows, tearing at her skin and leaving a trail of searing pain in her wake.Glass shards were still lodged deep in the sole of her left foot. Every time she hauled her sprained leg forward, white-hot agony flared straight into her hip, forcing her to bite down on her tongue to keep from blacking out.Dark crimson welled from her toes, smearing the wet marble before being instantly washed away by the torrential rain.Behind her, the baying of attack hounds tore through the darkness. High-powered flashlight beams cut erratic arcs through the dense sheets of rain.Four burly guards in black tactical uniforms sprinted after her, flanking two muscular Rottweilers strain
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A flash of lightning ripped through the night sky, casting the stark shadows of the freshly installed iron bars across the bedroom floor.Vivienne touched the corner of her swollen lip. A sharp throb shot through her skin as her fingertip brushed the split flesh left by Corinne's slap earlier that afternoon. Crusted blood clung to the wound, mingling with the bitter, metallic tang coating the inside of her mouth.Outside, rolling thunder rattled the windowpanes. Torrential rain hammered relentlessly against the roof of the Vance estate.Vivienne paced between the bed and the vanity. The wooden grandfather clock chimed ten times. Every passing second felt like a grim countdown to the gallows.Click.The slow, deliberate turn of a key echoed from behind the heavy teak door.Vivienne froze mid-stride, every muscle going rigid. Her eyes locked onto the brass handle as it was pushed down slowly.The door cracked open a few inches. A slender figure slipped inside with cautious steps, carryi
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Bastien’s calloused fingertip pressed into the soft skin of her neck, resting right over her wildly hammering pulse. The heat of his breath grazed the shell of Vivienne’s ear, a jarring contrast to the freezing windowpane pinned against her back.Vivienne fought down the urge to swallow. In her past life as a forensic accountant, she had faced off against world-class corporate fraudsters and master manipulators across interrogation tables. The golden rule never changed: never let them see you flinch.Lifting her chin, Vivienne forced herself to look straight into Bastien’s dark, fathomless gray eyes."I have no intention of running from anyone," she said, keeping her voice as steady as possible despite the tremor in her chest."Then what is this?" Bastien’s gaze flicked down to the brown folder clutched between her fingers. "A passport, property deeds, and two thick stacks of cash. That's a cheap excuse, little sister.""These belonged to my biological father. Sterling family property
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