Louis returned home to a silence that was unsettling. The absence of Vivian's presence turned the once comforting space into a void that echoed with his growing concern. He waited until nightfall, hope dwindling with each passing hour, but there was no sign of her. Desperation clawed at his chest as he dialed her number, only to be met with the cold indifference of a voicemail. Kristen's line was equally unyielding, offering no solace, no clue to Vivian's whereabouts.Panic set in, a relentless tide that washed over him, urging action. He drove to Kristen's house, the urgency of his mission fueling his speed. But the house stood silent, its windows dark, a mute testament to his deepest fears. Vivian was nowhere to be found.His mind raced as he contacted his private investigator, the words tumbling out in a frantic plea for assistance. "Find her," he implored, the command a lifeline thrown into the vast uncertainty that had engulfed him.Attempts to reach Otis, Kristen's boyfriend, yi
Two months had slipped by since Vivian retreated to this peaceful corner of the world, a decision shrouded in silence. As she sat on the bench, hands gently resting on her growing belly, she whispered apologies to the life stirring within her. "My dear child, I'm so sorry. I'm just so afraid that your father might not truly love me," she confessed to the soft breeze, her voice a blend of love and fear.Her solitude was interrupted by the rustle of the newspaper she picked up, the headlines grabbing her attention with a shock so profound it felt physical. Emma and Steven, caught in a web of conspiracy and attempted murder against Brian. The reality seemed too surreal, too distant from the life she once knew.The phone rang, pulling her further from her thoughts. Kristen's voice crackled through, tinged with disbelief. "Vivian, have you heard? Emma and Steven were arrested for trying to kill Brian.""Yes, I saw," Vivian replied, the weight of the news settling in. "I can't believe they w
In the morning, we greeted the room with a symphony of golden sunlight, embellishing the space with a stunning waterfall of mild rays flowing through the window. Its warmth kissed every area, pouring life into its surroundings. The place felt alive, as though infused with magical energy that transformed it into a magnificent refuge. In this peaceful atmosphere, Vivian Young appeared, a vision of brilliant beauty. Her delicate body was enhanced by the flowing silk robe, which mimicked her beautiful motions. She approached the mirror, and her eyes met the reflection of her wide smile, which grew with each passing second - an embodiment of pure happiness. She remembered everything that had happened. It had only been the night before that Brian Evans, the man she had loved for three years, had dropped to one knee before her, his voice filled with unshakable devotion as he whispered those enchanting words, "Would you marry me?" Without hesitation, she embraced him, embracing his proposal
Vivian woke up, her eyes widening as she took in the sterile white ceiling. It slowly dawned on her that she was in a hospital. "What's going on?" Vivian wondered aloud. She could only recall feeling exhausted and gradually losing consciousness. But who had brought her to the hospital? A familiar face entered the room, approaching Vivian's bedside. It was Kristen Gomez, her childhood best friend, who had been studying abroad in France. Vivian was surprised to see Kristen standing there. Kristen chuckled at Vivian's astonished expression. "You're surprised, aren't you? I arrived this morning," she said. Kristen explained that as soon as she landed at the airport, she rushed to Vivian's house. To her dismay, she found Vivian lying motionless on the floor and immediately called for an ambulance. "How long are you planning to stay?" Vivian asked. "I'll be here for a week, and then I'll head back to France, I want to stay here forever…”Kristen replied, but her gaze suddenly shifte
Vivian seamlessly merged into the kaleidoscope of vibrant lights in the bar, her presence an enigmatic blend of excitement and anticipation. She had never been one to embrace the party scene, but tonight was different—a night to shatter her own rules and obliterate the remnants of her ex-boyfriend from her mind. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, Vivian felt an electrifying surge of beauty and confidence. The short black dress clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her every curve. It had been an eternity since she had felt this alive, this radiant. From this moment onward, her love would be reserved exclusively for herself. Taking her seat at the bar, Vivian's delicate hand wrapped around a glass of wine, a conduit for the elixir of anticipation that coursed through her veins. In the past, she had held a disdain for alcohol, but tonight, it fascinated her, unravelling a realm of intoxicating possibilities. Her slender legs gracefully swayed to the rhythm of the music, i
Brian's resounding knock on the table reverberated through the room, punctuating his boiling rage. His bloodshot eyes betrayed his seething anger. How dare that woman use her pregnancy as a tool to manipulate him? She dared to believe she could control him. Who did she think she was?"Damn it!" Brian's voice thundered through the room, filled with frustration and resentment.How could he salvage his relationship with Vivian now? How could she reveal all his secrets to Vivian, of all people?When he proposed, memories of Vivian's sweet smile flooded Brian's mind. There was a time when their love was genuine when they shared the purest of emotions. He had chosen to marry her, believing they would build a future together and perhaps have a beautiful child. But all those dreams now lay shattered in the past.Brian understood Vivian's character all too well. She has a sweet disposition. She despised lies and would never give him another chance. Their relationship had reached its bitter en
In this room, adorned with luxury and splendour, sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden glow upon the face of the sleeping man. Abruptly, Louis's eyes fluttered open, his surroundings coming into focus. Yet, to his dismay, he discovered he was alone in the room. "She's gone..." he murmured, a faint smile gracing his lips as he allowed his thoughts to wander. Since that magical night, she had infiltrated every corner of his mind—her velvety skin, cascading hair, and intoxicating scent etched deeply into his consciousness. Even in her absence, he could still sense the lingering essence of her sweetness, an unfamiliar sensation that had enraptured him like never before. Once a sceptic of love at first sight, dismissing it as a fleeting fusion of carnal desires and material wants, Louis had now been swayed by the winds of fate. Unbeknownst to him, that fateful encounter had rewritten the script of his existence, leaving him grappling with a sense of bewilderment. The w
Louis Morris returned to the expansive estate of his family, his childhood home, after a long absence. As he crossed through the intricately decorated doors, memories of his privileged upbringing flooded back, tinted with fondness and unease.The wealth surrounding him seemed to taunt his internal struggle as he wrestled with the burdens of his family's riches and the looming secrets that threatened to consume him. However, today, different energies permeated the air within the mansion. It was Rachel's birthday, Louis's beloved younger sister, and he had prepared a surprise gift for her.Rachel emerged from the house dressed in a pink gown, resembling a princess. Despite being sixteen, she still possessed a childlike innocence and naivety."You, the most amazing big brother, have returned!" Rachel ran towards Louis, enveloping him tightly, behaving like a child. Louis laughed, gently patting his dear sister on the back. Rachel was his sole source of happiness upon his return home. He