Todos los capítulos de I WON'T MARRY A BILLIONAIRE : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Vivienne's POVHe had arranged everything himself.Not through his COO or his team or the particular infrastructure of a man with his resources who could make anything happen through the right channels. Himself. He had researched and chosen and booked and when he told me where we were going on the morning after the wedding he said it with the specific quiet satisfaction of someone who had done a thing with their own hands and was glad of the doing.Somewhere warm. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere that had the particular quality of a place that understood that people who came to it needed privacy more than anything else and had arranged itself around that understanding.A house rather than a hotel.Small. Set back from the water with the kind of view that arrived in the morning when you opened the shutters and produced something in you that was difficult to name because it was too simple for the names available. Blue and light and completely still.We arrived in the evening and had dinner on

Vivienne's POVCharles didn't move.Not immediately. He stood on the pavement outside our building with the afternoon light around him and the driver behind us and this woman in front of him and the stillness that had come over him when he first saw her holding itself in place.I stood beside him and said nothing.The woman's composure did not shift while she waited. She had the specific patience of someone who had delivered difficult things to difficult people across enough years that the waiting had become simply part of the work."You're a lawyer," Charles said.Not a question."Yes," she said."Louis's.""Yes."He looked at her for a moment.The driver had put our bags on the pavement and stepped to the side with the discreet quality of someone who was very good at not being present in moments that didn't require him.I watched Charles's face.The management was back. The architecture fully restored after ten days of a place where it hadn't been necessary. I could see it going up

Vivienne's POVElla arrived at nine the next morning.No knock. I had given her a key months ago during the period when I was spending more time at Charles's and needed someone I trusted to be able to access my apartment when deliveries arrived that couldn't wait. She had used it twice before and both times with the specific consideration of someone who understood that access was a significant thing and treated it accordingly.She came through the door with her laptop bag and her phone and the expression she wore when she had already started and was bringing the start to a new location to continue it.She looked at Charles.He looked at her.Something passed between them that didn't require words. The specific mutual acknowledgment of two people who both cared about the same person and had arrived at the same position about what needed to happen next from different directions."Tell me everything you know," she said to him. "From the beginning. Don't edit it. Don't decide what's relev

Vivienne's POVThe pause stretched long enough that I thought he might not answer.Then he said, "How much do you know."Not a deflection. A genuine question. The question of a man trying to understand what version of the truth was required before he committed to giving it."Enough," I said. "But I need to hear it from you."Another pause. Shorter this time.Then, "Okay."He took a breath.And told me.....He had met Maria at the gym.Not as a client exactly. She had come in one afternoon six months ago and asked about membership and he had shown her around and they had talked in the easy way of two people who found each other immediately comfortable and they had talked for longer than a membership tour required.She had come back.Not just for the gym. For him.He said this plainly and without the particular self-consciousness that most people applied when describing the beginning of something that had not ended well. Just the plain fact of it. She had come back. He had been glad sh

Vivienne's POVElla left at six.Not because the work was finished. Because she had reached the point where the next stage required resources she needed to access from her own space and the apartment was no longer the right location for what came next.She packed her laptop with the efficient movements of someone who had already mapped out the following twelve hours in her head and was now executing the first step of the map.At the door she turned and looked at me.Then at Charles."I'll call you in the morning," she said. "I'll have more by then."She left.The apartment settled into the quiet of two people alone with everything they had assembled across the past several hours still sitting in the room with them.....I made dinner.Not because either of us was particularly hungry. Because the hour required it and because the physical activity of cooking was the right thing for the current state of the room and because my mother had taught me a long time ago that people needed to ea