로그인Lucas Okon used to have it all — a corner office, a wife who laughed too loud, a future he never questioned. Grief took it apart piece by piece. Now he fixes leaking pipes for people who don't look at him twice, raises his three-year-old alone, and smiles with his mouth because his eyes gave up on it long ago. Vivienne Kingston has everything money can buy — and almost nothing it can protect. Six months after burying her father, she's running his empire alone, surrounded by cousins circling the inheritance like it's already theirs, an uncle who calls her "family" with a blade folded into the word. She's the only one who still misses the man, not just what he left behind. Then she sees him — a plumber in her neighbor's driveway, sadness worn like a coat he can't take off. She tells herself to stop looking. She doesn't. What starts as curiosity becomes something neither of them asked for. A careful, dangerous pull between a woman drowning in wolves dressed as family, and a man who buried more than his wife the day he walked away from his old life. Vivienne carries her mother's legacy too — a woman the Kingstons never forgave for marrying up without permission — and history has a habit of repeating itself on the people who refuse to shrink for it. He has nothing to offer her but honesty. She has everything — except someone who wants her for free. Neither of them is looking for this. Both of them need it more than they'll ever admit. Grief. Inheritance. And a love that shows up in work boots, not a boardroom — and refuses to leave.
더 보기Jessa turned her head towards the floor-to-ceiling glass window beside her. From there, she could see the vast ocean, the waves crashing onto the shore, and the breathtaking blend of orange and crimson hues from the setting sun. Birds soared freely across the sky.
It's calming and beautiful. But she couldn't bring herself to appreciate the view. Because she had a huge problem! She woke up in a room she didn't recognize, with no idea whose place this was or where she even was. She didn't remember going on a trip! The last thing she recalled was stopping by a 7-Eleven to buy siopao—when suddenly, two men in black ski masks approached her and forcibly shoved her into a van. She fought back. She kicked, scratched, and even pulled hair. But before she could do more, they made her inhale something foul—a chemical so strong that it knocked her unconscious. And when she woke up... she was here. The sound of the door unlocking made her snap to attention. She immediately pressed herself against the headboard. The door swung open, revealing a man carrying a tray of steaming hot food. He wore Hawaiian board shorts and an open polo, leaving his broad, chiseled chest completely exposed. Her gaze drifted lower—right to those mouthwatering abs that looked so—Wait! No, no, erase that! She should not be ogling this man. No matter how sinfully delicious his body looked, promising all sorts of forbidden pleasures! Shit. Forcing herself to look up, her blood boiled the moment she saw the smirk on his lips. He looks like a devil. A devil with a body that could make anyone worship him. He stepped into the room, moving closer to her. In a flash, she grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him. He dodged with ease—but in doing so, the tray slipped from his hands, sending its contents crashing to the floor. "Fuucckk!!" His roar was so loud it practically shook the entire room. Jessa bit her lip, instantly regretting her reckless move. And when she saw the way his eyes darkened, his breathing ragged like a beast ready to charge, she knew—she was screwed. Smoke might as well be coming out of his nostrils. He took a step forward. She instinctively lifted herself off the bed. He cracked his neck and took another step. She jumped off the mattress. This is it. I'm dead. There was nowhere to run. No matter which way she bolted, he would catch her. Her eyes darted to the glass window, then back to the enraged man stalking toward her. Then back to the window. I won't let him catch me alive! And so, without a second thought, she ran and slammed her body against the glass. A moment later... she found herself sprawled on the floor, seeing stars dance in her vision. What the hell? She didn't break through the glass?! Why is it that in movies, glass windows always shatter when the protagonist crashes into them? But her? She got nothing but a bump on the head and a full-body ache! "What the hell are you doing?" he asked mockingly, standing over her. She wanted so badly to claw that smug look off his face. But her vision was already darkening. "Don't bother running," she heard him say before everything faded into nothingness. "I never let go of what's mine, pussy doll..."Vivienne stared at the message until the words blurred, disbelief pulling her fully back from the warmth of the evening.Ms. Kingston, we submitted Lucas's payment records to the court first thing tomorrow. But there's something else you should know — Patience's legal team withdrew the motion an hour ago, before we even had the chance to respond. No explanation given. It's almost like she already knew the claim wouldn't hold, and she wanted something else entirely."Lucas." She turned the phone toward him, watching his brow furrow as he read it."She withdrew it," he said slowly. "Before we even had to prove anything.""Which means the motion was never actually about winning," Vivienne said, working through it aloud. "It was a distraction. Or a message." She sat back, exhaustion warring with fresh unease. "What could she possibly have wanted that mattered more than delaying her own trial?""Maybe she wanted to see how we'd react," Lucas offered. "Test whether we'd panic, whether we'd
Chloe reached across the table, gripping Vivienne's hand firmly. "Breathe. Whatever they're claiming, it's not true. You know Lucas.""I know Lucas," Vivienne agreed, though her voice shook slightly. "But I need to hear this from him directly, right now."She called him on the drive home, Chloe insisting on coming along, and Lucas picked up on the first ring, his easy tone shifting instantly to alarm the moment he heard the tightness in her voice."Vivienne, what's wrong?""Patience's legal team is claiming you received payment from someone connected to my family's trust, before you started working at Kingston Holdings," she said, forcing herself to stay steady. "They're suggesting it means your hiring, our whole relationship, was somehow engineered."There was a brief, stunned silence on the line. "That's insane. I've never taken a cent from anyone connected to your family before Kingston Holdings hired me directly, and you know exactly how that arrangement worked.""I know. I believ
Chloe answered on the second ring, already suspicious. “You’re inviting me somewhere on a Tuesday. This feels like a trap.”“It’s not a trap,” Vivienne said, laughing. “I want to take you out. Spa, lunch, whatever you want. A proper thank-you for everything you did for the party. I don’t think I’ve told you enough how much that night meant to me.”“You’ve told me plenty, but I never say no to a spa day.” Chloe’s voice brightened immediately. “Give me two hours to rearrange my entire schedule around this very important emergency.”They met at a quiet spa tucked into a converted colonial house on the edge of the city, all soft linens and the low murmur of water features, and spent the first hour simply existing in comfortable silence beneath warm towels and skilled hands, months of tension slowly working itself loose from Vivienne’s shoulders.“I needed this,” she admitted afterward, wrapped in a robe, sipping tea across from Chloe in the small lounge. “More than I realized, apparently.
Lucas took the ring to the jeweler himself, three days after the engagement party, Vivienne's words from the café still turning over in his mind. It doesn't change how I feel about it. If it needs resetting, we'll reset it. But it stays on my hand either way.He wanted to know anyway. Not because it would change anything between them, but because if there was truth in what Patrick and Adaeze had claimed, he wanted to make it right, quietly, before it ever had the chance to become another wound in Vivienne's already complicated family history.The jeweler, an older man named Mr. Oyelaran who'd handled the original purchase, examined the stone carefully under his loupe for several long minutes while Lucas sat across the counter, nerves twisting tighter with every passing second."This is a good stone," Mr. Oyelaran said finally, setting down his tools. "Ethically sourced, properly certified, purchased through the standard channel I use for all my clients. I can show you the full paper t












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