All Chapters of Theirs To Possess And Ruin: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Vivienne’s POV“Viv…”A gentle voice drifted through the fog in my head, soft and coaxing, pulling at me from somewhere far away.I tried to open my eyes but they felt impossibly heavy, sealed shut with exhaustion and the weight of everything I didn’t want to face. The voice came again, closer now, warmer.“Gently, love… open your eyes.”I didn’t want to. Opening them meant waking up to the truth I already knew in my bones...Ivy was gone.The silence inside me was deafening, complete, a void where her growl used to live. I wanted to stay here in the dark, where the emptiness couldn’t hurt me yet, where I could pretend for just a little longer that nothing had changed.Then the smell hit me. Warm and rich. Roasted meat, herbs, butter, something sweet underneath like honey drizzled over bread still hot from the oven. My stomach clenched hard, a sharp, demanding pang that dragged me up through the haze whether I wanted it or not.I forced my eyes open.Everything was blurred at first

Kane’s POVI stared at Jane while she leaned over the war table, her fingers tracing the red-inked routes she’d spent all night perfecting, her voice steady and precise as she explained the eastern flank’s weak points and the best chokeholds for an ambush. Her words flowed clean and tactical, perfect scout work and perfect strategy but I barely heard a damn thing. My head was full of her. Vivienne. The woman who’d lost her fucking mind last night, screaming Ivy’s name until her voice shredded, then turned that raw grief into rage and slapped me across the face like I was nothing more than an obstacle she wanted gone. The crack of her palm still echoed in my skull and the sting lingered on my cheek even now, hours later, like a brand I couldn’t scrub off.Damn it. I wanted to kill her. Wrap my hand around that slender throat, feel her pulse hammer against my palm while I squeezed, watch those viper eyes go wide and then dull as I choked the life out of her. I wanted to

VIVIENNE POVI stared out the window, watching the world move on without me. Warriors sparred in the courtyard below, their laughter and curses floating up through the stone. Somewhere, someone was playing music, soft, low, and just out of reach. All that life and noise was just a pane of glass away, but it felt like another universe.My fingers found the collar at my throat, tracing the steel, the runes pressed deep into the metal, biting against my skin.A chained animal. That’s what I was. And this room, big, lavish, and cold felt more like a gilded cage than any cell I’d ever known. At least here, Ivy was always with me. Always snarling in the back of my head, always pushing back, always keeping me company even when all I wanted was quiet.But now, all I know was silence, a thick and heavy one pressing on my chest, choking me every time I tried to breathe.I’d spent so long pretending it didn’t hurt, pretending I was fine cause I wouldn’t let them see me break. Wouldn’t give them

Dante’s POVWatching Vivienne live in an eating competition was both intriguing and extremely funny and well, a bit disturbing. The screen showed the crowded restaurant, tables pushed aside to make room for the long wooden platform where contestants sat in a row like soldiers at war. Big spotlights burned overhead, cameras hovered and a roaring crowd pressed close, shouting bets and encouragement and insults. And there she was, center stage. Black dress hugging every curve, hair wild, face smeared with sauce and grease, eyes focused like she was hunting prey instead of devouring plates. Why was she eating so much? Was it a side effect of the fruit? The healers had warned about accelerated metabolism, about the body demanding fuel to rebuild what the poison had torn apart, but this… this was something else. She tore through platters like a starving beast, whole roasted legs of lamb disappearing in minutes, bread torn apart with her teeth, sauces dripping down her chin,

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 tangled, lips still stained with the last traces of juice and grease from the restaurant, eyes burning with that same feral fire that had haunted me since the moment she slapped me. What the fuck. How. I didn’t think, sdn’t question and honestly i really didn’t care what he was doing in my room or how he got here. I just moved fast and hard and crossed the room in three strides, grabbed her by the throat, not gentle, not careful, just possessive and slammed her back against the wall. The impact rattled the frame, made her gasp, but she didn’t fight, not yet, that's not her style. She just smiled, slow, wicked, dangerous and that was all it took.I kissed her, crushed my mouth to hers.