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
Vivian continued to work in her office when she received a message from Emma. Emma wanted to meet with Vivian again to clarify everything. Vivian hesitated momentarily, knowing that Emma had ill intentions, but she still agreed to the meeting. She wanted to understand what this girl had in mind for revenge.They met at a quaint, vintage café, a familiar spot for both. They sat facing each other, their hearts filled with burning anger.Emma appeared unusually excited, her eyes gleaming with malice. She made sure Vivian noticed the sparkling ring on her finger.Vivian smirked, her voice dripping with coldness. "What do you have to say?"Emma smirked back, relishing the moment. "I just wanted to let you know I've won, Vivian!"Vivian's patience was wearing thin. She stood up, ready to leave. Before walking away, she added, "Congratulations! But I think things are not as simple as you believe, my naive girl!"Emma's face contorted with rage, unable to handle Vivian's composed demeanor. Sh
On a serene autumn afternoon, with golden leaves gently falling, Vivian stood before the grand entrance of the city's renowned art museum. Art had always held a special place in her heart, and her previous encounters with Brian had left her with fond memories of art-filled places like this. As she stepped inside, the opulence and vastness of the museum left her in awe. Vivian wandered through the corridors, her eyes eagerly scanning the meticulously adorned walls where the artists proudly displayed exquisite masterpieces. She felt herself getting lost in her world, immersed in the captivating beauty of art.Just as she entered the contemporary art exhibition room, her gaze met that of a stranger—Louis Morris. The corners of Louis's mouth curled up in an alluring smile, exuding a sense of power and charisma as if he were a king admiring his creations. Vivian stood frozen at that moment. She averted her gaze, pretending to be engrossed in seeing a beautiful painting. Louis spoke conf