บททั้งหมดของ Toxic & Tainted: The Billionaire's Cursed Obsession: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

POV: Vivian AshfordMarcus books the penthouse suite at the Aria for the whole weekend, which is the kind of gesture that sounds generous and functions as control, because a weekend in a suite Marcus paid for in a city Marcus chose for a party Marcus organized means that the entire event exists within Marcus's architecture, and I understood that when he offered and I said yes anyway because I did not have the energy to plan my own bachelorette party and someone offering to do it felt like relief.That was a month ago.Now I am standing on the balcony of the suite at eleven on a Friday night with a champagne glass and the Las Vegas skyline doing its excessive, beautiful thing below me, and inside there are twelve women I like to varying degrees and a DJ Marcus also hired, and the whole thing is very loud and very expensive and feels nothing like me.Sienna finds me on the balcony.She leans on the railing beside me and looks at the city and doesn't say anything, which is one of her bet

POV: Vivian AshfordHelena calls me back within twenty minutes of Chase going quiet on the phone, which means she was monitoring, which means she knew this was going to happen and had contingencies in place, which is very Helena."He's all right," she says, before I can ask. "The spell's physical toll compounded with the curse's resistance. He needs medical attention and rest.""Hospital," I say."I've called an ambulance," she says. "Cedars has his records from the last visit.""I'm coming," I say.A pause. "Vivian. He won't remember what he said. When the spell ends, everything he said under it will feel like something that happened in a dream. He won't know he told you."I sit with that."I'm still coming," I say.He is in a room on the fourth floor when I arrive, pale and hooked to an IV with the monitors doing their work, and it is the second time I have sat beside a hospital bed of his making and both times feel nothing alike.The first time he was beside mine.This time the nur

POV: Vivian AshfordI watch the hospital footage three times.Not the public footage, there is no public footage from inside the room, but the footage that exists in my memory, which I have been replaying since I got home last night with the specific quality of something you know you are going to be replaying for a long time.He said: I have loved you since the second semester of sophomore year.He said: I have not stopped for a single day since.He said: I don't know how to be this without hurting you.He said all of it with the flinch following each true thing, the physical cost of the spell making every honest sentence visible in his body, and I sat beside his bed and I held his hand and I watched it happen and I cried when he was asleep and I left before he woke up.And now I am on my couch in Silver Lake with my coffee and the ring on my finger and the footage playing in my head, and I am trying to figure out what to do with what I know.The problem is the following: he won't rem

POV: Sienna RhodesI have been waiting for this call.Not with dread, the way I wait for the bad visions. With the specific quality of someone who has been holding a heavy thing for a long time and has been told they will be able to put it down soon and is watching the moment approach."Come over," I say. "I'll show you."She arrives forty minutes later in jeans and a jacket and the expression of someone who has made a decision to be open to something and is not entirely comfortable with the openness but is committed to it anyway.I have Helena's notes on the table. Not the grimoire, Helena has not authorized that, but the written summary she gave me after our second meeting, the specific documented mechanics of the curse in Helena's own handwriting, which is precise and academic and reads like a case study.I also have the copies from the Ashworth archive. Beatrice Ashworth's journal entries, the ones I photographed on my phone during the library visit, which document the Moreau work

POV: Vivian AshfordThe email from the Hartwell Foundation arrives on a Wednesday, addressed to both me and to Sterling Industries, which I know because Diana forwards it to me with a note that reads: This is either an opportunity or a disaster. Possibly both.The Hartwell Foundation, which hosted the gala where the coatroom happened, which I do not think about, is launching a children's hospital fundraising campaign and wants two faces for it. Specifically they want two faces that the public is currently extremely interested in, which is a polite way of saying they want to capitalize on the fact that #SterlingAshford is still generating engagement three weeks after the underground club video.They want Chase and me to co-chair the campaign.Jointly.For six weeks.I read the email twice.I call Diana."Tell me the numbers," I say."The campaign would generate significant profile for you at a moment when your profile is already high but the valence is complicated," she says. "Charity