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Chapter 13: The Woman in the Mask
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The Heiress Who Sold Her Heart Chapter 13: The Woman in the Mask
Vivienne could not stop staring at the photograph.Theo’s face was bruised.His wrists were bound to the chair.His eyes were open, but unfocused.Behind him, the red words seemed to pulse in the dim light.COME ALONE, VIVIENNE.Her phone trembled in her hand.“They know who I am,” she whispered.Silas took the phone from her fingers before she dropped it.“They know you are V.”“No.” Vivienne’s voice shook. “They know I am Vivienne.”Mara looked at the image over Silas’s shoulder. “They may only suspect.”“They wrote my name.”“They could have learned it from Theo.”Vivienne’s chest tightened.Theo would never give her up willingly.But everyone broke eventually.Especially when they were afraid.Silas turned the phone toward the light.“There is no timestamp,” he said. “No location data. This photograph could have been taken hours ago.”“Or minutes,” Vivienne said.“Yes.”The loading dock felt colder now.Celeste stood near the service elevator, pale and silent. She had not spoken s
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The address on Vivienne’s phone was across the city.Theo was there.Alone.Or worse.Vivienne was already moving toward the door when Silas caught her wrist.“Stop.”She pulled against his grip. “Theo is in danger.”“I know.”“Then let go.”“No.”Vivienne turned on him, fury rising so fast it blurred her vision. “You do not get to decide who I save.”Silas’s eyes were cold, but not careless.“I am not deciding who you save. I am deciding whether you walk into a trap and get us both killed.”“He sent me the address.”“Exactly.”Vivienne froze.“What does that mean?”“It means either he is asking for help,” Silas said, “or someone is using his phone to bring you to them.”The words cut through her anger.She looked down at the message again.They found me, Vivienne.It sounded like Theo.But Theo had always been careful. He would never send his location in plain text. He would never use her real name in a message that could be intercepted.Unless he was terrified.Unless he had no choi
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Lucien Laurent stood in the doorway as though he owned the air in the room.He probably believed he did.Vivienne’s hand closed around the brass key before she could think.Celeste went pale.Silas moved slightly, placing himself between Vivienne and the door.Lucien’s eyes followed the movement.“Mr. Crowe,” he said. “You continue to appear wherever you are not welcome.”“And you continue to mistake ownership for permission,” Silas replied.Lucien smiled.It was the smile he gave investors before he ruined them.Vivienne’s heart pounded.He had seen the key.She could tell by the way his gaze lingered on the table.Celeste’s hands were trembling in her lap.“Lucien,” she said, “this is not what it looks like.”“No?” Lucien stepped inside.The security guards remained at the door.“I found my dead daughter in a closed meeting with my wife and the man who has spent years trying to destroy this family,” Lucien said. “Forgive me if I am struggling to see another interpretation.”Vivienne
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The folder hung over the open window.Wind tore at the photographs inside.Vivienne’s mother’s face. Helena Crowe’s face. The hospital records. The image of Silas outside the building where Elise Vale had once been treated.Everything Vivienne needed was one careless movement away from disappearing into the streets below.“Celeste,” Vivienne said, keeping her voice low, “put it down.”Celeste’s fingers tightened around the folder.“You do not get to give me orders.”“I’m not giving you orders. I’m asking you not to destroy the only evidence that might clear my name.”Celeste laughed once, but there was no humor in it.“Your name?”“Yes.”“You think you still have a name?”Vivienne stepped forward.Silas caught her arm.“Do not,” he said quietly.Vivienne pulled free.Celeste watched the movement. Her eyes narrowed.“You care about her,” she said to Silas.Silas did not answer.Celeste’s smile returned, brittle and sharp.“How interesting.”“Celeste,” Vivienne said again. “Why are you
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Vivienne did not answer.The question sat between them like a loaded gun.Do you know what Silas Crowe did to my husband’s first wife?Celeste watched her with the patience of a woman who had spent years learning how to make silence uncomfortable.Vivienne kept her hands still beneath the table.Her pulse was anything but still.Lucien’s first wife had died before Vivienne was old enough to understand death. Her name had been spoken only in hushed tones. Her portrait had been removed from the family wing after Celeste married Lucien.Vivienne had always assumed grief had erased her.Now she wondered whether someone had erased her on purpose.“I don’t discuss my investor’s private life,” Vivienne said.Celeste smiled.“Investor.”“Yes.”“You make him sound harmless.”“He is not harmless.”“No,” Celeste agreed. “He is not.”She picked up the photograph of Silas outside the hospital and turned it toward Vivienne.The woman beside him was thin, dressed in a gray coat, her face half-hidden
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The words on the tablet seemed to burn.Laurent Atelier.Vivienne stared at the payment confirmation until the letters blurred.Her father had bought her collection.No—not her father.Laurent Atelier had bought it.The company that had erased her name, buried her in a cathedral, and told the world she was a thief now owned the first collection she had created as V.Mara’s face had gone pale.Silas did not move.“Who authorized it?” Vivienne asked.Mara checked the transaction record. “A proxy firm. The payment was routed through three accounts before it reached us.”“Then find the source.”“I’m trying.”Vivienne’s fingers curled around the edge of the tablet.The warehouse was still full of music, champagne, and the low hum of wealthy people congratulating themselves on discovering the next great designer. Models moved through the crowd in her gowns. Editors whispered near the runway. A collector from Milan had just paid an obscene amount for the midnight-blue coat.And somewhere in
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