LOGINVivienne POV~•~I stood there in the doorway to the living room, water bottle still cold in my hand, and I could not look away from Elena. Her robe was so thin it might as well have been nothing. The fabric clung to her body, short enough that it stopped halfway down her thighs, and the neckline dipped low, showing way more than anyone needed to see first thing in the morning. I could even make out the faint outline of her nipples through the material. It felt deliberate, like she had chosen it on purpose, knowing someone might walk in. My stomach twisted with fresh anger. I was sweaty and gross from my run, hair stuck to my neck.She shifted, tugging the robe a little tighter across her chest, but it did not help much. Then she smiled, easy and bright, like nothing was wrong.“I thought those footsteps were Damon’s.” She said lightly, “Sorry if I’m a little underdressed.”I kept my face calm, even though irritation burned inside me. “I haven’t seen my HUSBAND yet,” I answered, dr
Vivienne POV ~•~I could not sleep. The house was quiet, but my mind kept turning over everything I had seen from the window earlier. Their laughter still echoed in my head, light and easy, like they had no worries at all. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Liam, and walked to the glass again. The porch light was still on downstairs, faint voices floating up through the night air. I pressed close, the cool pane against my forehead, and watched them one more time before they came inside.Damon looked tired, his shoulders lower than usual, but there was a small smile on his face as Elena talked. She swayed a little, her robe open just enough to show skin, and her laugh came out loose, almost carefree. Their cheeks were flushed, and even from up here I caught the faint hint that they had been drinking. A work meeting, he had said. Just work. But this did not look like work.My stomach twisted hard. I stepped back as they finally moved toward the door, the light clicking off behi
Damon POV~•~I stood there in Elena’s office, the lamp throwing soft light over the scattered papers on her desk. Our shoulders still brushed as we leaned in close, looking at the documents. I tried to ignore it and pointed at one of the bank records instead.“Look at this transfer,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “It lines up perfect with the day that lawyer switched sides. This could nail Damien.”Her hand moved over mine as she turned the page, and she let it stay there longer than needed. The touch was on purpose. She straightened up slow, her eyes meeting mine, holding them like she wouldn’t let go.“Damon,” she started, her voice low and even. “I need to say something. All this work I’ve put in, digging through every file, staying up nights on your father’s estate… it’s not just because it’s my job. It’s because of you. I’ve loved you for years.”Her words hit me hard. I froze for a second, my mind spinning. This wasn’t what I expected. Not now, not with everything going on.
Damon POV~•~I sat in the study the morning after we arrived, sunlight pushing through the heavy curtains and hitting the monitors on the oak desk. Feeds from the motel flickered in front of me. I turned up the volume on the intercepted call.Celeste’s voice came first, sharp and bitter. “Damien, I’m telling you, the kid almost didn’t make it last time. That should have been enough to break him.”My brother’s reply crackled through, cold as ever. “It wasn’t. I need more, Celeste. Something the judges can’t ignore. Fake letters, paid witnesses, whatever it takes.”“You think I’m doing this for fun?” she snapped. “I want my cut. You promised me a piece of the company once you’re in charge.”“You’ll get it,” Damien said smooth. “Ten percent, like we agreed. But only if you deliver. Get me proof he’s unfit, anything on the woman, the boy, his deals. Make it stick.”“I’m trying,” she hissed. “His guards are everywhere now. He’s hiding at Elena’s place, I think.”Damien laughed low. “Elen
Vivienne POV~•~Damon had brushed off my questions about Elena like they were nothing, and that hurt more than I wanted to admit. I needed air, space, and anything that wasn’t his calm, controlled voice telling me to trust him.Then I heard Damon behind the half-open study door, talking low but urgent.“…yeah, Elena, I need the house cleared tonight. All of it. We’re coming within the hour… I know it’s late, but I’m not taking chances with them… Thank you. I owe you.”The door opened wider and Damon suddenly stepped out with his phone still in his hand.“We’re leaving,” he said quietly. “Now.”I stood up slowly. “Leaving? We just got here.”“Elena’s house is the only property that isn’t in my name or the company’s. No one knows about it. We’ll be safe there.”I laughed, short and bitter. “Of course. Elena’s house. Perfect.”His eyes narrowed. “Vivienne—”“No, really, it’s fine,” I cut in, keeping my voice low. “Why wouldn’t we run to Elena? She’s clearly the answer to everything. She
Damon POV~•~I stood in the study for a moment after Vivienne left. The room felt smaller now, and the soft patter of rain outside sounded like the storm we were living through. I ran a hand through my hair and let out a slow breath. She was direct, always had been. I liked that about her, but tonight it showed me just how many cracks were in the trust we were trying to build. I decided to give her space and turned back to my phone. The call with Elena had ended too fast because Vivienne walked in.I sat down again, picked up a pen, and twirled it between my fingers. Elena Voss had been around since the day my father died. She was one of the lawyers he trusted most, the one he asked to watch over the estate. I recall perfectly, how she showed up at the funeral, quiet and calm, telling me she would make sure his real wishes were followed. Elena had always believed I should get everything because she had seen the letters, heard the talks where Dad said Damien was too wild, too quick







