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Chapter 7: V Is Born
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2026-10-14 21:29:41
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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
The Heiress Who Sold Her Heart Chapter 7: V Is Born
Chapter 7: V Is BornFor a long time, Vivienne could not stop staring at the black banner on the television screen.IN MEMORY OF VIVIENNE LAURENT.Her name looked wrong surrounded by white lilies and camera flashes.It looked clean.Final.As if she had been folded into a coffin before anyone had bothered to ask whether she was breathing.Silas’s arm was still around her waist.Vivienne stepped away from him.Not because she did not need the support.Because she did.And needing anything from another person suddenly felt dangerous.“They will hold a funeral,” she said.Mara muted the television again. “Probably.”“My father will speak.”“Yes.”“Celeste will cry.”Mara’s mouth tightened. “Most likely.”“Adrien will stand beside them and let everyone call him heartbroken.”Silas watched her carefully.Vivienne looked back at the screen.The news footage had changed to a photograph from her childhood. She was eight years old, standing between Lucien and her mother at a summer charity gal
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Silas did not move.For the first time since Vivienne had met him, the man who seemed to have an answer for everything looked caught off guard.Rainwater dripped from the hem of his black coat. The iron gates behind them locked with a heavy metallic sound.Vivienne held up the tiny note between two trembling fingers.“Helena Crowe,” she said. “Your mother.”Silas’s eyes remained fixed on the name.“Yes.”“This address. What is it?”His jaw tightened.“A house outside the city.”“Did she live there?”“For a while.”“For a while?” Vivienne’s voice sharpened. “My mother hid your mother’s name inside a locket, told me not to trust anyone named Laurent, and left an address connected to your family. I think I deserve more than ‘for a while.’”Mara came around the SUV, her expression guarded.“Vivienne—”“No.” Vivienne looked at Silas. “No more half-truths. Not tonight.”Silas finally lifted his gaze to hers.The coldness in his eyes had changed. There was something raw beneath it now. Somet
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Adrien's voice slid through the darkness like a knife."Vivienne, sweetheart...you should've signed."Vivienne gasped.The hallway stretched away in blackness, save the faint red glow from an emergency exit light. Somewhere in the distance, a pipe dripped steadily.Silas's hand closed around hers, unyielding, firm."Behind me," he muttered.Vivienne struggled. "Adrien is here."Silas didn't correct her."I know.""You suspected he was following us, and you didn't consider that I need to know?""Is this not the ideal time?""It is always an inconvenient time for you, isn't it?"A soft chuckle sounded from the darkness."There she is, always defending herself, even from the people who claim they want to help her." Adrien's voice rang out, smooth and maddeningly familiar.Vivienne's stomach twisted.This voice was supposed to make her feel safe, was supposed to lull her into a warm sense of belonging.Now, it made her skin crawl."Care to come out and tell me what you were doing, followi
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The first gunshot rang out.Vivienne flinched.Silas reacted before she could draw a breath.One moment he was across from her, eyes calm and unreadable. The next his hand was around her wrist, dragging her backwards and behind the black sedan."Down," he ordered.Vivienne landed hard on her knees.Mara was already crouched behind the opposite side of the car, a gun in her hand. Her face was pale, but her grip steady."Two at the ramp," she said. "Three moving left.""Six total," Silas said.Vivienne stared at him."You counted?"Another shot rang out, above her head. The glass in the car exploded across the floor of the garage.Silas's body kept Vivienne's covered."Yes."The words fell from his mouth easily, a calm note of something akin to amusement in his voice.She pressed a palm to her bleeding hand. "Who are they?""Private security," Mara said."Not police," Vivienne clarified."That wasn't my question."Silas looked down at her. For the first time something sharp enough to wo
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The syringe captured the faint light from the dashboard.Vivienne's whole body tensed.The man next to the driver was dressed in a dark suit, not a police uniform, and that was more alarming than necessary. He was an unremarkable face, the sort that could pass unnoticed through a crowd. That frightened her more than anything.He smiled."Ms. Laurent."The car whirled through the night.Vivienne's shoulders flattened against the door as her cuffed wrists pressed against her chest, fingers tapping against the cold metal. Her pulse pounded louder with every heartbeat."You're trying to find someone," she said. "I'm a distraction."The man raised the syringe just enough for her to see the tip."Somebody who wants to make things simple."The driver didn't look back.Vivienne's phone was still clutched in her palm, the screen dark but her fingers certain of the glass and metal rectangle. A useless thing, unless she could think of something to do with it.Her mind raced through every possibi
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