Vivian's Last Card

Vivian's POV Everything I built is gone. Gone, like it never existed, like thirty years of my life amounted to nothing more than ash, a server wreckage and a leg wound that still hadn't stopped aching like crazy.I sat in the dark of a safehouse I hadn't used since I was twenty-six years old, watching the rain hit a window that hadn't been cleaned since then either, and I let myself feel it for exactly one minute. One minute to mourn the empire I just lost. Then I was done mourning."Talk to me," I said, without turning around.Marco shifted behind me. Marco, who used to run six ports and now ran nothing, because there was nothing left to run. "Half our accounts are frozen. The ones that aren't, everyone knows about now, thanks to that dead man's little upload. Three of our people in the Council already reached out to Cross's lawyers, offering testimony in exchange for immunity.""Which three.""Does it matter? By tomorrow it'll be six. By next week, everyone who ever took a payment

The Final Hunt

Julian’s POV The FBI agent sitting across my desk had a serious, business like kind of face, he looked like he was doing me a favour."Mr. Cross, I want to be clear about what we're offering." Agent Johnson folded his hands. "Full protective detail. Safe house. We relocate you and your wife until Vivian Rossi is in custody.""No.""I don't think you understand the scope of what we're dealing with. This woman has connections to at least four criminal networks across three states–""I said no." I didn't raise my voice but I was as firm as I needed to me. "I've spent years building an operation that doesn't need federal babysitters, and I'm not about to start needing one now because a woman with nothing left to lose wants to play games.""With respect, sir, she killed five of her own people two days ago. Executed them. That's not a woman playing games. That's a woman with nothing left to lose, which in my experience makes people considerably more dangerous, not less."He wasn't wrong. T

Queen Without a Kingdom

Vivian's POVThe cathedral had been abandoned for thirty years, and it still smelled like incense. I liked that about it. Fitting, in a way, for this conversation I was about to have.I heard them before I saw them. Careful and rhythmic footsteps against the floor. Julian came in first, through the broken doors, yhen Lauren a step behind him, her eyes sweeping the whole place like she expected an ambush.She wasn't wrong to expect one. She just wouldn't find it."No men," Julian said, scanning behind the pillars. "No guards. No trap.""I told you I wanted to talk." I stepped out from behind the altar, I spread my hands open at my sides, empty and unarmed. "Just you and me, Julian. I meant it.""And me," Lauren said, her eyes trained on me."And you." I let my eyes settle on her, "Fitting, actually. You should hear this too.""Hear what?" Julian's voice had gone flat, like he was losing his patience. "You called this meeting, Vivian. Talk.""I will." I walked to the edge of the broken

All Chapters of His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession : Chapter 171 - Chapter 173

Vivian's Last Card

The Final Hunt

Queen Without a Kingdom