Novel & Cerita Finnick Norton And Vivian William

around someone else's house, late in the evening?" Vivian laughed a bit, "Ah, so now we're talking about what? Are you trying to divert the issue here, Jonathan?" Jon looked at the glass window at his left, the rays of the sun shining through and into the cafe. "No, Vivian," he paused for a bit, then continued, "I am trying to ask you if it is right to help someone break into someone else's property," he said calmly. Vivian was shocked, her eyes enlarged and her jaws dropped, not knowing what to say. "I am sure your father did not know that you drove his G63 onto Noughton's apartments in St. Vincent." He leaned forward, placed his elbows on top of the table, his face now closer to hers. "Or

it looks like Susan will have to kiss her feet once she becomes the wife of the most powerful man in North city. “Of course, I can be whatever you want me to be” Vivian was genuinely happy but on the other hand, Ethan was just sitting there without giving away his thoughts. He needed the day to end up well. He has thought about it and this was the only way out. After they had finished their food, Ethan drew the chair for her and she stood up. She was all smiles thinking about the life that they were going to start living together. While on their way back home, Ethan rarely talked. Instead, he was very thoughtful and distance. Vivian didn’t read too much. She had known him to be a man of few

“He’s… different. I like him. A lot.” Vivia’s grin widened wickedly. “Good. One down, three more to go. And guess what? I can’t wait.” I groaned dramatically, collapsing onto my bed. “I swear, if you pick Finn next…” “I just might,” she said, voice playful and victorious. “Consider it the spice I promised you.” I laughed into the pillow, letting the warmth of the night wash over me. Gunner’s words echoed in my mind, the weight of his honesty and the pull of his wolf leaving traces that made my chest ache in the most pleasant way.

The image of Ethan walking away with Theo stayed with Vivian long after it should have. She kept seeing the way he hadn’t looked back. The way Theo had buried his face against Ethan’s shoulder. The way both of them had left without giving her any real chance to stop them. Maybe she had taken things too far. Maybe after all these years, Ethan had finally changed. Maybe—At six that evening, Vivian arrived at a partner-hosted reception with Noah beside her and a headache already building behind her eyes.

After listening to everything Evelyn said, Vivian fell silent for a while, at a loss for words. Are the children okay? Vivian asked after finding her voice. Yes, they're fine. I'm just so grateful that Lucas Knight helped. Evelyn sighed Lucas Knight! The younger brother of Logan Knight?! Vivian gasped over the phone. Why do you sound so surprised? Evelyn asked, confused. How did you manage to meet such a big shot? Vivian, I work with them now, remember? Evelyn said. Oh…. yeah that's right….. Evelyn, do you think this is just a case of kidnapping, or were they targeted? Vivian asked

The bodyguards behind him tried to step forward, but one look from Lucas’s secretary stopped them cold. Everyone in the cafeteria stared in stunned silence. None of them could have imagined that an ordinary-looking intern could force their high-and-mighty Mr. Grant into such a humiliating position. Vivian looked as pale as death. She clutched Evan’s arm and shook it desperately. “Evan, tell her! Tell her you love me! Tell her we’re getting married soon!”

Each instant was unfiltered. Vivian moaned gently, her fingers entangled in his hair. Her body curved to align with him, responding to each stroke of his hand. She was uncertain about the number of times she spoke his name, or how often his lips had moaned so badly for him. Suddenly, the noise of her phone cut through the moment. Ronan and Vivian became motionless. The ringtone cut through the anxiety. Vivian extended her hand towards her phone. The display illuminated with a name.

I looked up, first at the priest's face and then slowly to Ethan, who looked like someone trying to speed up the time and get the hell out of here, and then to the audience, whose eyes were pointing upwards, expecting answers, and then to the cameramen adjusting their cameras… “No…” I muttered. “What?” the priest asked. “I mean—y… yes, yes,” I said with a kind of smile that pulled all the veins in my neck. ‘Awwwwn,’ went the crowd, and everyone clapped. The priest turned to Ethan: “Ethan Rio Blackwood, do you take Sophia Anne Carter to be your wife, to love and cherish her through all the joys and challenges of her life, together, forever, and always?” “Well… no, I'm not ready to share my be

⸻ Across the room, Lucien noticed them immediately. His conversation stopped mid-sentence. Without apology, he walked away from the executives. The chairman frowned. “Mr. Virelli?” Lucien didn’t answer. His attention remained on Vivian. And Seraphina. ⸻ Vivian smiled sweetly. “You’ve married well.” “So I’ve been told.” “Do you love him?” Seraphina blinked. “What?” “It’s a simple question.” “It’s a personal one.” Vivian laughed softly. “Fair enough.”

“Don’t you see? Sylvia’s gone. She’s gone with another man.” “Yes, Sylvia’s gone,” Vivian said, forcing a smile as she smoothed her messy hair. “But I’m still here. You promised me, Nathaniel. You said you’d marry me today.” “Go away,” Nathaniel said coldly, brushing past her. “I’m not marrying you.” Vivian stared at him, stunned, as he staggered forward like a broken man. His eyes were empty, his movements aimless, as if the life had been drained from him.