All Chapters of Married Twice, Loved Once : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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The manipulator

Vivienne’s room was dim, curtains half-drawn against the afternoon sun. Her phone glowed in her hand as she scrolled mindlessly, thumb moving without really seeing anything.Her name still trended. Not loudly anymore. But quietly. Like a bruise that hadn’t healed.The door creaked open.“Vivienne?” her mother’s voice was gentle. Careful. “My dear… how are you doing?”Vivienne didn’t look up.Her mother stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “You’ve been very quiet these past few days. You’re not even arguing with anyone anymore.” She tried to smile. “That’s when I know something is wrong.”Still nothing.Her mother walked closer and sat beside her on the bed, reaching out to touch her arm. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”Vivienne finally lifted her eyes.They were dry. Too dry.“I’m going through a lot,” she said flatly.Her mother sighed softly, brushing Vivienne’s hair back the way she used to when she was a child. “Is this because of all that noise on the internet?” she asked.

Dovey Morning

The Next MorningSoft sunlight slipped through the curtains, pale and unhurried.Aria was half-awake when she smelled coffee.Real coffee. Not the rushed kind. The kind that lingered.She turned slightly and froze.Damian was standing by the bed, dressed casually for once, sleeves rolled, a tray balanced in his hands.“Good morning,” he said.Aria pushed herself up on one elbow, blinking. “I thought you’d already gone to work.”“No,” he said simply. “No work today.”Her brows knit. “Why?”He stepped closer and placed the tray gently on the bedside table. Fresh fruit. Toast. Coffee. A single rose tucked neatly beside the cup.“Because,” he said, meeting her eyes, “I want to spend time with my queen.”She stared at him for a beat… then laughed softly.“You’re ridiculous.”“Dangerously so,” he agreed.She eyed the tray. “And why are you serving me breakfast?”He pulled a chair closer and sat, leaning in just enough to feel intimate without crowding her.“Because today,” he said calmly, “

The humiliation

9:00 AM. Carter Group Headquarters.Vivienne stepped out of the elevator and onto the executive floor. Usually, this was her runway the place where she walked with her head high, the rhythmic click-clack of her heels signaling productivity and power.Today, the hallway felt like a gauntlet.Every head turned. Conversations stopped mid-sentence. Eyes darted away, then back again, filled not with the usual fear or respect, but with something far worse: amusement.She saw a junior analyst whisper to a secretary. She saw a board member quickly lock his phone screen as she passed.They know about the company, she told herself, tightening her grip on her handbag. They know about Dad’s debt. Just keep walking. Ignore them.She reached for the handle of her office door when her phone buzzed in her palm.She froze. It wasn’t a call. It was a WhatsApp message.Sender: UnknownMessage Type: View Once VideoHer heart hammered against her ribs. Against her better judgment, her thumb hovered over t

The fallen Angel

11:00 AM. The Penthouse.The world had gone mad.If the leaked contract was a spark, this was an explosion. From the gossip blogs in New York to the tabloids in London and the Shade Room in USA, the internet was vibrating with only one name: Vivienne Carter.Aria was sitting on the terrace, a cup of tea growing cold in her hand, when her phone began to buzz. It wasn’t the steady vibration of a call, but the frantic, staccato pulse of a thousand notifications hitting at once.She frowned, picking it up.Her notifications were a blur of tags.“@AriaCross is this your sister?”“The Carter family is finished. First the fake marriage, now this?”“Link in bio! Vivienne Carter leaked tape with Mystery Man!”Aria’s blood ran cold.She opened Twitter. The number one trending topic worldwide wasn’t politics. It wasn’t the stock market.It was #VivienneUncensored.Damian walked onto the terrace, his phone pressed to his ear, his face darker than a thunderhead. He saw Aria holding her phone and i

Game on

The television was muted, but the captions kept scrolling.LEAKED VIDEO ROCKS CARTER FAMILYCORPORATE HEIRESS AT CENTER OF SCANDALMr. Carter stood near the window, hands clasped behind his back, staring out at the city like it had personally betrayed him.Aria stood a few steps behind him, her arms folded tight across her chest.“Dad,” she said quietly, breaking the silence. “The video is everywhere. This isn’t just gossip blogs anymore. It’s mainstream news.”He didn’t turn.“I know,” he said flatly. “My phone hasn’t stopped ringing since dawn.”“So… what are we going to do?” Aria asked. “Because pretending it doesn’t exist isn’t working.”He exhaled sharply and finally turned around, his face hard.“There is nothing to do,” he said. “Vivienne has disgraced this family. Publicly. Permanently.”Mrs. Carter, seated on the couch, shot to her feet. “Richard, please—don’t say it like that. She’s still our daughter. She’s hurting.”“Hurting?” he snapped, spinning toward her. “Please don’t

The Predator’s Ball

9:00 PM. The Vault, Victoria Island.Simon Levi was on top of the world.Or at least, he felt like it. He was seated in the most exclusive VIP section of The Vault, a bottle of Ace of Spades chilling in a gold bucket before him, surrounded by a haze of expensive cigar smoke and the thumping bass of Afrobeats.He checked his phone. The video views were in the millions. The Carter Group stock had dipped 12% in four hours. And Vivienne… well, Vivienne was history.He leaned back, spreading his arms across the velvet sofa as a waitress poured him another glass.“To chaos,” he toasted to himself, lifting the flute.He brought the glass to his lips.Suddenly, the music cut out.It wasn't a fade-out. It was a dead stop. The silence in the club was jarring, followed immediately by the confused murmurs of the patrons.Simon frowned, looking over the railing at the DJ booth. “What the hell is going on?”Then he saw them.Six men in black suits moving through the crowd. They didn’t look like bou

The Push

The rain was deafening, a relentless drumbeat against the asphalt of the bridge.Aria dropped the umbrella. It tumbled away in the wind, cartwheeling across the road, useless. She didn’t care. She ran the last few steps, grabbing Vivienne by the arm just as she swayed dangerously close to the edge.“Vivienne! Stop!” Aria screamed, her voice tearing through the storm.Vivienne turned, her face a mask of ruined mascara and despair. She looked small. Broken. The fierce, untouchable executive was gone, replaced by a shivering girl who had lost everything.“Aria?” Vivienne choked out. “Go away. You shouldn’t be here. I’m toxic. Dad said… Dad said I’m dead to him.”“He didn’t mean it,” Aria lied, pulling Vivienne away from the railing and into a crushing embrace. “He’s just angry. He loves you. We all love you.”Vivienne collapsed into her sister’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. She clung to Aria’s cardigan, her body shaking with cold and grief.“I ruined it,” Vivienne wailed against Aria’s

The performance of a life time

11:15 PM. Link Bridge.The bridge was a chaotic sea of flashing blue and red lights.The rain hadn’t stopped, but now it was mixed with the screech of sirens and the crackle of police radios. Traffic was backed up for miles, spectators craning their necks to see what was happening at the railing.Aria sat in the back of an ambulance, the doors wide open to the storm. A heavy orange blanket was draped around her shoulders, but she was shivering violently.She wasn't cold. She was vibrating with adrenaline. The rush of what she had just done—the physical act of shoving her sister into the abyss—was coursing through her veins like electricity.“Mrs. Cross,” a paramedic said gently, trying to check her pulse. “You’re in shock. Your heart rate is skyrocketing. We need to take you to the hospital.”“No,” Aria stammered, making sure her teeth chattered audibly. “I can’t leave her. Is she… did they find her?”“The Marine Police are deploying divers now, ma’am. But the current…” The paramedic

The silent witness

12:45 AM. St. Nicholas Hospital, Lagos Island.The waiting room smelled of antiseptic, floor wax, and cold, recycled air. It was a smell Aria knew she would never forget.She sat on a hard plastic chair, huddled under Damian’s trench coat. Her clothes were still damp, sticking uncomfortably to her skin, but she refused to go home. She couldn’t leave. Not until she knew the outcome.Damian stood by the vending machine, speaking in hushed tones to Max, likely managing the press storm that was gathering outside the hospital gates. The double doors at the entrance flew open.Mr. and Mrs. Carter burst in.They looked nothing like the New York elite. Mrs. Carter was wearing a silk robe over her pajamas, her feet in house slippers, her face devoid of makeup and streaked with fresh tears. Mr. Carter trailed behind her, his usually impeccable posture collapsed, looking like a man walking to his own execution.“Where is she?” Mrs. Carter screamed, her voice echoing in the quiet room. “Where is

The Angel of death

1:15 AM. ICU, St. Nicholas Hospital.The double doors swung open, and Mrs. Carter stumbled out. She was pale, her hands trembling as she clutched a tissue to her nose. She looked at Mr. Carter and shook her head, unable to form words, before collapsing into his arms on the waiting room chair.Mr. Carter held her, his own face a mask of grey exhaustion. He looked up at Aria.“I can’t,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I can’t see her like that. Not yet.”He gestured vaguely toward the doors. “You go, Aria. You were with her at the end… at the fall.”Aria nodded solemnly. She pulled Damian’s coat tighter around herself, mimicking a shiver, and walked toward the Intensive Care Unit.Inside, the air was different. It was colder, heavier, vibrating with the rhythmic whoosh-click of ventilators and the steady beep-beep-beep of heart monitors.She passed a nurses' station where two women in scrubs were speaking in low tones. They stopped when they saw her, offering sympathetic nods. Aria k

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