Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wrecking His Marriage (Short Story Collection): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

Vivienne's Pov.Luca pulls out of me and raises a brow. I feel his hands tremble slightly against my shoulders. I can't look at him. I don't have the courage to.“Look at me, Viv.” He says calmly at first. I don't respond and keep my gaze down. “Look. At. Me.” He repeats firmly, forcing me to meet his gaze with his hands under my chin.I bite my lower lip as it quivers. I'm still crying. I'm a very silent crier and I don't know if it's good or bad.“What were you talking about?”“I can't keep doing this, Luca.”“Doing what?” His voice is raised, sharper than before.“Don't yell, you're going to wake them up.”“I don't care.”“Well, I care, Luca. I care about this, about how you fuck her and then fuck me, about how she gets to kiss you and have you when and however she wants and no one ever judges her. I can't have that because you're not mine and I'm not yours.”“Stop.” He cuts me off.“No. I'm not doing this anymore. You're getting married so face it. I'm not going to keep being your

Luca's Pov:I can’t believe I finally said it. All I needed was confirmation that she felt the same way about me, and now I have it. I love her. I’ve loved her since the first moment I saw her, sunbathing in that bikini by the pool at my father’s house. The way the sunlight caught her blonde hair, the way she barely glanced at me before going back to her book like I wasn’t even worth her attention. That arrogance should’ve pissed me off. Instead, it hooked me. Weeks later, after I’d settled in, she started flirting—little teases here and there, wearing those short outfits that drove her mother crazy. Then, just a week after her eighteenth birthday, our parents left for a trip and put her in my care. As if she wasn’t already dangerous enough without supervision. She played her little games, testing how far she could push me before I snapped. I tried to resist at first, but the moment I gave in, I knew there was no going back. The way she felt under me, around me—nothing had ever been

Vivienne's Pov. The bathroom counter digs into my hips hard enough to bruise as Luca pins me against it. His hands are everywhere at once - one gripping my throat just the way I like it, the other roughly kneading my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. I can feel his wedding ring cold against my skin where he's pulled the neckline down, his thumb flicking over my nipple in that way that makes my knees weak. He takes it off and tosses it in the toilet bowl just as I gasp at his touch. He's going to be the end of me. It started about an hour ago. I was in the bathroom, trying to finish flossing, when he walked in. All I wanted was to know when we were leaving, when we could finally get out of here. Instead, he told me to pack my things, and then suddenly we were kissing. It didn’t take much, I wasn’t wearing underwear. "Look at me," he growls when I try to turn my head away, tightening his grip on my throat just enough to make my pulse jump. His dark eyes burn into mine a

Vivienne's POV I blink back tears as I adjust my hoodie, grabbing my luggage just as one of the hostesses descends from the jet to assist me. My fingers tremble around my phone's screen before I power it off completely. It's done. The clock reads 10 AM. Right now, he's probably standing at the altar, exchanging vows with her, making her his wife while they begin their perfect little family. Meanwhile, I'm still aching from how many times he took me yesterday, my body remembering his touch even as my heart shatters. I swipe at my tears angrily. France is my destination now, my family's jet will take me there, where I'll try for another music college. Maybe by the time I return, years from now, the pain will have dulled enough that I can breathe without thinking of him. But just as I reach the entrance, a guard steps into my path, blocking me. "I'm sorry, ma'am. We've been ordered not to let you leave." "What?" My voice cracks. "By who?" "Me." That voice. I turn