ログイン***Vivienne’s POV***At exactly eleven in the morning, Alexander finally returned home.I heard the front door open downstairs, followed by the quiet sound of footsteps moving through the villa. A moment later, he appeared in the living room.He had clearly just come from an important meeting. His black suit remained perfectly neat, his tie straight as always, but there was still a faint trace of exhaustion on his face.“You’re back,” I said softly.Alexander loosened his tie slightly before nodding.“Yeah.”Not long after, Maggie called us into the dining room for lunch.We ate quietly together before leaving for the airport. The meal itself was simple, but the atmosphere felt strangely peaceful.Neither of us spoke much.Still, the silence between us no longer felt cold or awkward.Instead, it felt calm.Like two people slowly learning how to stay beside each other without forcing anything.After lunch, James drove us to the airport. The roads were crowded with cars moving endlessly
***Writer’s POV***The Blackwoods’ VillaThe Blackwoods’ villa stood quietly on the hill, towering over the city like a silent ruler watching everything beneath it. The enormous estate looked elegant and untouchable beneath the afternoon sky, its cold beauty matching the family that lived inside.Inside the spacious study room, the atmosphere felt heavy and restrained.Miles Blackwood sat behind his dark wooden desk with a document spread open before him. Sunlight filtered through the tall window beside him, stretching across the polished floor until it stopped near his shoes.A knock sounded from the door.“Come in,” Miles said calmly without looking up.The assistant entered carefully, holding a thin black file with both hands as though the contents inside carried great importance.“Sir,” the assistant said respectfully while stepping forward, “the investigation regarding Vivienne Sinclair has been completed. Everything we found is inside this file.”Miles continued reading the docu
***Olivia’s POV***I stood near the office area while several employees whispered among themselves. Their voices were low, but I could still hear every word clearly. Once again, they were discussing CEO Ashford’s personal life.More specifically, they were talking about the marks on his neck that everyone had noticed that morning.The moment I heard them, anger rushed through me.I stepped forward immediately and spoke in a sharp tone.“Stop gossiping and return to work. Discussing the CEO’s private life is completely inappropriate.”The employees instantly became nervous when they saw my expression. One after another, they lowered their heads and turned back toward their desks. Soon the office became quiet again as everyone pretended to focus on their work.I returned to my own seat and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm myself.But the bitterness in my chest only grew stronger.I knew exactly what had happened the previous night.I had planned everything carefully. Every st
***Alexander’s POV***I recognized the car the moment it pulled up. It was one of the Jaguars from my garage, and the sight of it immediately told me who was inside.The headlights cut across the street as I stepped away from the bar entrance, holding my coat loosely in my hand. Through the windshield, I saw Vivienne sitting in the driver’s seat. She was leaning back comfortably with her arms crossed, watching me with a faint, knowing smile as I approached.I walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger door before settling into the seat beside her. I asked how long she had been waiting there and why she had not called me, but she did not answer immediately. Instead, she started the engine calmly as if my questions could wait.When the car began to move, she finally spoke, saying she had not been there for long. Then she added that earlier there had been too many people around me trying to get my attention, and because of that I likely would not have noticed her call ev
***Alexander’s POV***After dinner, everyone moved to the bar next door. The restaurant staff had already left, but I remained seated for a moment longer, not in any hurry to leave. There was a strange heaviness in my body that made me slow to rise.Olivia looked at me with a soft smile and asked why I was still sitting instead of joining everyone. She reminded me that the cake she had ordered was already waiting at the bar and insisted that I had to at least have a slice since it was meant to be a birthday celebration.The deputy director also encouraged me, saying the bar was just next door and it would not take much time to get there. I did not want to appear difficult, so I agreed.I stood up and reached for my coat from the back of the chair, remembering I had taken it off earlier in the hallway. Before I could put it on, the deputy director quickly took it from me and held it as we all walked out together.When we arrived at the private room in the bar, the atmosphere was lively
***Miles Blackwood's POV (Cont.)***When Isabella answered the call, her voice sounded tired, as though she had only recently finished work.She told me that filming had just wrapped for the day and that she had already returned to her hotel.Without wasting time, I asked the question directly. I wanted to know how things were progressing between her and Alexander. More importantly, I wanted to know whether Alexander had mentioned marriage recently.The moment I asked, silence filled the line.The pause lasted long enough for me to glance across the room at my brother. Cole was watching me carefully, and when he noticed Isabella's hesitation, his expression gradually became more serious."Isabella," I said firmly, "answer honestly. Your uncle and I are both here, and we need to know what is really going on."After another brief silence, she finally spoke.Her voice carried a trace of uncertainty.Instead of answering immediately, she asked why I had suddenly become interested in her r







