MasukVivienneIt was late, the kind of late where the whole pack had gone quiet and even the guards outside had stopped shifting as much, but my head refused to shut up. I had been pacing for what felt like hours, moving from the window to the bed and back again, my thoughts circling the same problem over and over until it felt like I was wearing grooves into the floor.I’d gone through the file again. Twice. Then a third time just to make sure I wasn’t missing something obvious, something small that could turn this around, but every angle led to the same place. Marcus had found a legal thread buried deep enough that no one bothered to question it until now, and he was using it perfectly, not to rush or attack blindly, but to corner.And I hated that because it meant he had learned.It meant he wasn’t the same reckless man I had once outplayed.“I should’ve killed you when I had the chance,” I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand down my face as I stopped by the window again.The mo
VivienneI looked at them and waited, but no one said anything, and that silence… it pressed down on me in a way I didn’t likeIt was heavy and steady, like they were all thinking the same thing but no one wanted to be the first to say it out loud. It wasn’t the loud, aggressive tension I was used to with them, not the kind filled with growls and sharp words, but something quieter, colder, more dangerous, and that scared me more than any fight ever could.I forced myself to stay still, even though my fingers were itching to move, to grab the file again, to tear it apart and find something, anything that made this less real, but there was nothing to find. Marcus had done exactly what he always did, twisted something old or forgotten, and turned it into a weapon.“What do you want to do?” Dante finally asked.The question landed directly on me, simple, calm, but heavy with responsibility, and for the first time in a long time… I had nothing.I shifted slightly in my seat, my shoulders
VivienneThe brush moved slowly across the canvas, dragging color into shape as I worked on the sky, soft blues blending into a dull orange that didn’t quite match anything real but felt right in my head. Painting had never been my thing before, but lately it was the only way to keep my thoughts from tearing me apart. When my hands were busy, my mind stayed quiet, and right now, quiet was the closest thing I had to peace.I leaned back slightly, tilting my head as I studied the mess in front of me, trying to decide if it looked like a sunset or just something broken pretending to be beautiful, and honestly, it felt a little too accurate. My fingers were stained with paint, my hair tied up carelessly, loose strands sticking to my face because I’d been at this for hours without noticing time passing, and for once, I wasn’t thinking about Zach, or the men, or the mess I’d created with my own stubbornness.Then the knock came.It was firm, controlled, not hesitant, and that alone told m
Vivienne The brush moved slowly across the canvas, dragging color into shape as I worked on the sky, soft blues blending into a dull orange that didn’t quite match anything real but felt right in my head. Painting had never been my thing before, but lately it was the only way to keep my thoughts from tearing me apart. When my hands were busy, my mind stayed quiet, and right now, quiet was the closest thing I had to peace. I leaned back slightly, tilting my head as I studied the mess in front of me, trying to decide if it looked like a sunset or just something broken pretending to be beautiful, and honestly, it felt a little too accurate. My fingers were stained with paint, my hair tied up carelessly, loose strands sticking to my face because I’d been at this for hours without noticing time passing, and for once, I wasn’t thinking about Zach, or the men, or the mess I’d created with my own stubbornness. Then the knock came. It was firm, controlled, not hesitant, and that a
VivienneHis lips pressed against mine and for a second the whole world just stopped. The kiss wasn’t rushed or demanding. It was slow and careful like Asher was giving me time to pull away if I wanted to but I didn’t want to. I leaned into it instead my hands still gripping the front of his shirt as something warm and terrifying spread through my chest. His mouth moved against mine soft at first then a little deeper and I felt the way he breathed me in like he had been holding his breath for weeks.My eyes slipped shut and for once my mind didn’t race with excuses or fears. It just let me feel him. The way his fingers brushed my jaw. The way his other hand rested on my lower back pulling me closer without forcing anything. It was Asher. My Asher. The one I had hurt the most and he was still kissing me like I hadn’t broken his trust.When we finally pulled apart I was breathing harder than I wanted to admit. My forehead rested against his chest for a moment because I couldn’t look a
Vivienne’s POVI woke up to a familiar scent and my eyes cleared faster than they had in days, like my body recognized something before my mind could catch up, and when I turned my head slowly, still heavy from sleep and whatever emotional mess I had drowned in the night before, I saw him sitting beside my bed.Asher.He wasn’t doing anything dramatic, just sitting there with one leg stretched out and the other bent, elbow resting on his knee while he stared off like he’d been lost in his own thoughts, but the moment he noticed I was awake, his head snapped toward me and something in his face shifted, it was quick and guarded but still there.“Morning,” he said, standing up immediately like he’d been waiting for that exact moment, and his voice was normal, like the weeks of tension between us hadn’t existed, like I hadn’t looked him in the eyes and doubted him and I hadn’t pushed him away over and over again.I swallowed slightly, my throat dry, my chest already tightening even though
Vivienne’s POVKane’s eyes were on me, glaring like he wanted to eat me, and I cringed at the thought because the way he stared was too intense, too raw, like he could already taste me on his tongue and was fighting the urge to take a bite right here in front of everyone. The restaurant noise fad
VIVIENNE POVWalking back to the villa with the girls was wild in a way that made my chest ache, like I was watching someone else’s life from the inside out.Mara and Maya were arm in arm, arguing about the dumbest thing, if tomato counts as a fruit, or some other nonsense I’d usually roll my eyes
Kane’s POV“Hello, Choker… miss me?”That voice, that low, rough voice dripping with venom and heat hit me like a fist to the gut. My eyes snapped open and she was standing there. Vivienne Moreau. In my room in the middle of the night. Black dress clinging to every curve, hair wild and tang
Kane’s pov I watched as her pulse hammered against my palm fast and excited. Her eyes widened, pupils blowing dark, but she didn’t fight, she just stared up at me, waiting and I hated that... Vivienne would never do this, she would have attacked me with her hands, legs or that sharp mouth of her







