INICIAR SESIÓNVivienne Hartley had already lost her marriage, her trust, and her illusion of stability. All she had left was her career, the one place she could stand on her own feet. But fate wasn’t finished testing her. When Langford Global swallows her agency whole, she finds herself standing in front of Damon Langford, the one man she never hoped to see again. Ruthless, Cold, and Devastatingly powerful, Damon doesn’t forgive, and he certainly doesn’t forget. Years ago, he cut her down with nothing more than a smirk and a few cruel words that had almost ended her career. But Damon has a secret. His father’s will left him with everything except the one condition he cannot ignore. Unless he marries, he will never be able to access his inheritance. For a man who doesn’t believe in love, marriage was never supposed to matter, not until Vivienne came along. Her defiance stirs something inside him that he can’t control. To Damon, Vivienne isn’t just an employee, she’s the perfect solution. The key to his inheritance. Vivienne swore she’d never bow to him, that never let a man like Damon Langford hold her heart or her freedom. But Damon is a man who doesn’t believe in limits, and the closer she fights him, the deeper she falls into his game.
Ver másVivienne POV~•~I closed the door to my room and leaned back against it, my heart still racing.Damon’s lips had felt warm and sure, soft but with that quiet insistence that made my stomach flip.Morning light slipped through the curtains so I got up before Liam stirred, splashed water on my face, and pulled on jeans and a simple sweater. When he woke, he yawned big and asked for breakfast right away.“Pancakes again?” I asked, helping him into his shirt.“With chocolate chips,” he said, grinning.We headed downstairs. The smell of coffee and fresh pastries hit me as soon as we stepped into the kitchen. Elena was already there, arranging a tray with sliced fruit and croissants. Her smile was bright, but her eyes looked tired, like she hadn’t slept much either.“Good morning,” she said, setting a plate down. “I thought we could all eat together.”Damon walked in a minute later, his hair still damp from a shower. He looked at me first, gave a small smile, and brushed his hand against m
Damon’s POV~•~I helped Vivienne gather the towels and her cover-up. That small touch sent another jolt through me, sharp and hungry.That kiss had cracked open a door I’d kept locked tight, and now I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t there. But Elena’s face at the upstairs window earlier still stuck in my head.I excused myself and headed to the study. I sat at the same spot from last night, and stared at the files scattered across the wood. I could still feel the softness of Vivienne’s lips and the way her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me in like she needed it as much as I did. I poured a glass of water from the pitcher on the side table. The coolness did nothing for the heat still moving under my skin. As I opened my laptop, I pulled up the latest emails on the inheritance case, trying to focus. My eyes scanned the screen, but my mind kept drifting back to the two women who had somehow ended up filling every corner of my thoughts.The door opened without a knock only for Elena t
Vivienne POV~•~I woke up early. For a second I just laid there, letting the warmth settle over me. My skin still remembered Damon’s hand on my cheek last night, the way his thumb had traced my jaw, the way his eyes had locked on mine like he was about to say something we both needed to hear. My stomach flipped thinking about it.Then I remembered the knock and a sharp twist of jealousy hit me.I slipped out of bed carefully so I wouldn’t wake Liam, and then I padded my way to the bathroom. The mirror showed me messy hair and tired eyes. I splashed cold water on my face until my skin tingled, then brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a loose bun before choosing a soft white blouse and fitted jean. When I woke Liam, he rubbed his eyes and grinned.“Morning, Mommy.”“Morning, champ.” I kissed his forehead. “Ready for pancakes?”His eyes lit up. “With syrup?”“Lots of syrup.”We walked downstairs hand in hand. Liam chattered the whole way about how he wanted extra chocolate chips.
Damon’s POV~•~The door clicked shut behind Vivienne, and the sound hit me harder than it should have. I stood there staring at the empty space where she had been, my hand still warm from where hers had rested moments ago. The air felt heavier now, thick with the whiskey on my breath and the faint citrus of her shampoo that lingered like she had never really left. The soft jazz kept playing from the speakers, but it sounded wrong, too gentle for the knot twisting in my chest.Elena set the coffee tray on the corner of the desk with that careful slowness of hers, like nothing had happened. She didn’t look rattled. She never did. She poured herself a cup, added two spoons of sugar, and stirred slowly, the spoon clinking against the porcelain.“Everything all right?” she asked, her voice calm, almost too calm.I nodded once, picked up my glass again, and took a slow sip. The burn helped ground me. “Yeah. Just… late.”She leaned against the edge of the desk, robe tied loose enough that
~•~I pulled into the parking lot with my nerves still buzzing from the week’s chaos. For a moment, I just sat there with the engine off, my hands resting on the steering wheel. When I finally stepped out, I moved with care as I slid my iPad into my bag, gathering myself before heading inside.The
For a moment, I considered ignoring him, pretending he wasn’t there. But courtesy and habit ruled me faster than impulse. I rose from my chair, smoothing the front of my skirt with steady hands. Not because I wanted to, not because I feared him, but because respect for hierarchy was ingrained in me
Damon POV~•~The walk back to my office felt lighter than it had in days. I could still see her face sitting stiff behind that desk with her eyes wide with disbelief. That desperate attempt to hold on to composure while I dumped the impossible workload on her shoulders felt fulfilling to watch.Th
Vivienne POV~•~My leave had started, but my mind refused to rest. Damon’s words sat heavy on my chest. No matter how many times I turned them over in my head, I couldn’t imagine how I was supposed to handle the dozens of roles he had thrown at me.My phone vibrated on the bedside table. I glanced






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