Novel & Cerita Finnick Norton And Vivian William

The blow spun the unsuspecting Peter around, he only avoided falling by catching the door frame. "Delong, you should learn when to keep your mouth closed," Vince shot back, stepping closer to Vivian, his voice softening. He took her delicate hand in his. "The mood was ruined last night. But I must ask you properly now. Vivian, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" “Yes, Vincent, I'll marry you!" she giggled and snuggled against his hard chest.

he replied Vivian nodded,she went to the kitchen,got her bottle of water and went back to her room She went through the net checking out what's trending when she came across something,she immediately sat up on her bed, "No way"she whispered It was a video of Veronica entering the Monti residence with a caption 'Monti's woman,could she finally be the one??'

she added, her voice dropping just enough to sound conspiratorial,“she was supposed to marry Mike Morgan. The CEO of A Design.” Several heads turned. Someone whistled low.“Wait—that Mike Morgan?” Vivian glanced at Nate. He was staring down at his phone, typing furiously—barely reacting to anything around him. Good, she thought. Distracted. So she leaned back, her voice just a touch louder now, letting it carry over the soft music and low chatter around them. Vivian nodded, sipping again.“They were engaged. Everyone expected it.” A beat of silence stretched.

Her eyes carried a distant look. Fiona frowned. “What is with that face?” she asked, crossing her arms. “Don’t tell me you guys fought.” Vivian kicked off her shoes quietly and sank into the nearest chair without replying. Fiona’s eyes widened. “Wait… don’t tell me Vale didn’t get you anything.” Still silence. “Oh wow.” Fiona threw her hands in the air. “So the great Mr. Romantic suddenly forgot his manners?” Vivian finally lifted her head. “That’s not it.”

They found Vivian in the guest room, still in last night's clothes, and brought her downstairs. I watched through the doorway as Vivian sat across from a young male agent with her arms crossed and her expression arranged into something that communicated complete and utter disinterest in his entire existence. "And what is your relationship to Mr. Thorne?" he asked. "I'm the best friend of his wife. We're very close. I'm basically family." She examined her nails. "Do you need me to spell wife?" "Ms. Moretti—" "It's just Vivian." "When did you first become aware of the relationship between Elara White and Alexander Thorne?"

Vivian dropped her body onto her double bed after entering. Not only did Clinton eat the pizza she ordered, but she also talked non-stop. Vivian had absolutely no interest in this guy, so while pretending to listen with full interest, she started planning her next move to conquer Jaime. But Clinton interrupted her thoughts when he suggested they go to lunch off campus. After that, they went to see a movie. Although Vivian doesn't hate eating or watching movies, all of these are a waste of her precious time.

It must be said that Vivian Letitia from her face to her body is extremely perfect, waiting after the show was over, she took a bag and went down to the living room to meet Clinton Rory. Clinton Rory had just seen Vivian Letitia and was also attracted to her beauty, but he still felt as beautiful but as evil as she was unworthy of attention. So he remained cold to her, quickly pulled her out, then took the supercar he had bought last week to drive her to the Rory mansion. Along the way, she and he did not say a word, although they were husband and wife, they were no different from strangers. Arriving in front of the family mansion, a servant at the gate opened the door for him. When Clinton

"So they are legally married." "Yes, sir." The assistant nodded. "We verified the marriage registration." Alexander's expression remained calm. "What about Vivian?" The assistant swiped to the next photograph. David and Vivian stood together during a charity fundraising event organized by Blackstone Holdings. The last photograph showed both of them standing beside several executives after the opening of a new construction project. "We couldn't find anything beyond these." Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Nothing?" "No, sir." "It appears Miss Vivian worked closely with Mr. Blackstone on several occasions."

VIVIAN The story was rather cliché, but if you'd love to hear me out, here it goes. Everything started to change four years ago with Annika's appearance. It was our first day in college, and Nathan and I had chosen the same program, finance. Well, I wasn't interested in finance at all; I just followed him.