All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Runaway Little Rabbit: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

POV: Vivienne AshfordI sat on the edge of the examination table at St. Catherine’s General Hospital, the crisp sanitary paper crinkling under my thighs. The antiseptic smell of bleach and iodine hung thick in the air, a scent I had come to despise over the last two years.Dr. Victoria Bennett slipped off her latex gloves and tossed them into the biohazard bin with a quiet sigh. Her gentle eyes met mine, filled with that familiar, aching pity I knew all too well."Everything looks structurally healthy, Vivienne," Dr. Bennett said softly, tapping her pen against my chart. "No blockages, normal hormone levels, healthy ovulation. Physically, there is no medical reason why you haven't conceived after two years of trying."I swallowed past the lump in my throat, pulling my coat tightly around my shoulders. "Then why isn't it happening?""Fertility isn't a mechanical equation," she reasoned gently. "Stress is a massive factor. Running a multi-million-dollar corporation like

POV: Vivienne AshfordSeven men had their guns pointed at me.I kept my finger pointed at the man sitting at the head of the table. He didn't reach for a weapon or make any move to stop me.Instead, he laughed.The men around the table looked at him in disbelief."Lower your weapons," he ordered."Don Roman," one of them said. "She got past security. We don't know who she is.""I said lower them."The men put their guns away. One by one, they left the room.I remained where I was, still facing the man at the head of the table.I didn't know who he was. I didn't care. I had come here for one reason."I want to sleep with you tonight," I said. "How much do you charge for a night?"He looked at me, still amused.I didn't wait for an answer.I walked up to him, grabbed his suit jacket and climbed onto his lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled his face towards mine and kissed him.For a moment, he didn't move. Then his hands settled on my waist, and he returned th

POV: Vivienne AshfordBy eight o'clock the following morning, I was sitting behind my desk at Ashford Technologies, drinking coffee. The office was quieter without Damon and Camille.Rosalie Huxley knocked and entered, carrying a folder."Ms. Ashford, we've received a request for an emergency strategic partnership from the executive board of Cavendish Holdings."My fingers tightened around my coffee cup."Who will be leading the meeting?" I asked."The Chairman himself. He's requested a private breakfast meeting at Celestia Fine Dining in the Crown District at nine-thirty. The proposal concerns a multi-billion-dollar enterprise cloud migration."I considered the offer. A partnership with Cavendish Holdings could be a major opportunity for Ashford Technologies."Confirm the meeting, Rosalie. I'll attend personally."Celestia Fine Dining occupied the top floor of the Grand Aurelian Hotel. The restaurant had been reserved for the morning, and no other guests were inside.The

POV: Vivienne AshfordOver the week following my meeting at the Cavendish Estate, an unexpected rhythm settled between Don Roman Cavendish and me.Every night at precisely ten o'clock, my phone screen lit up with a message from his encrypted number.At first, they were simple, possessive check-ins.“Did you eat dinner tonight, little rabbit?”“Don’t let your board members stress you.”I hadn't intended to answer. But as the days passed under the pressure of stabilizing my company, I found myself typing back. My replies were short and cautious at first, gradually turning into actual late-night conversations.He never pressured me for an immediate decision about the eighteen-month contract marriage. He simply kept appearing at the same time every night, as though he had quietly made himself part of my routine.I wasn't sure whether that made him easier to tolerate or more difficult to ignore.Meanwhile, Genevieve and her legal team worked on the divorce petition

POV: Vivienne AshfordI turned on the third stair, not waiting to see if he followed."Vivienne!" Damon's footsteps slapped heavy against the marble. He lunged up the first two steps, his hand reaching for my coat sleeve. "You don't get to walk away from me when my accounts are frozen! Who did this?"I didn't flinch. I stepped back half a pace, letting his fingers catch empty air."Step back, Damon." My voice didn't rise a fraction. "You are in this house solely under Article 14 of the Family Code. Touch me again, and I'll have security remove you for physical harassment."His jaw worked, a muscle twitching beside his mouth as his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. His breath rattled in his chest under the navy silk of his bathrobe. "You think you're untouchable because you hold thirty percent of the company? I'm still your husband. If you had a hand in freezing my accounts—""I don't own the banks in Westbridge," I said, meeting his bloodshot eyes with