Finnick Norton And Vivian William Novels & Stories

Arthur teased, gently pulling her ponytail before returning his focus to the water ahead. Vivian watched the interaction with a deep, quiet contentment settling in her chest. For years, her life had been a series of continuous battles–fighting for her surgical career, fighting to protect her late father's dignity, and fighting to shield Emma from the toxic reach of Adrian Kingsley. Now, sitting on the deck of a yacht cutting through open water with the man who loved them unconditionally, the silence felt comfortable rather than terrifying.

Harry and Felicia stood with folded hands alongside the other men. Everyone stopper to gawk at Vivian as I linked my hands with her's. They all whispered and gossipped as we walked up the stairs with the others. "Isn't she married to the billionaire?" I heard someone whisper. "I heard she is strong assain keep your mouth shut!" Another lady cautioned her Vivian tightened her grip on me and I stared at her. I rubbed my thumb on her upper palm. "You would be fine," I said to her and she smiled.

The whiskey I had had before fazed out of my head thanks to the breezy night air. As I sat outside with Charlotte, my mind flashed back to Vivian and Terrence. For the years that I had known her, Vivian had never mentioned having a sibling – alive or deceased. Her family talk began with her tycoon of a father and her then best friend, Abby, but after her fall out with Abby, she only ever mentioned her father in passing. Abby and Vivian had apparently been allies since high school; their bond being christened to last forever. Forever ended up being shorter than they had planned when Abby fell in love with Mark despite Vivian’s abhorrence.

He looked down at her, his expression intense and unreadable. "When this is over today," Ethan said softly, his voice dropping into a rough, intimate whisper, "when Chloe is in cuffs, when Julien is locked behind federal bars, and when your name is restored on every building in this city... what happens to us, Vivian?" Vivian’s breath hitched in her throat. The question hung in the air between them, loaded with the heavy baggage of their history—the intense, forbidden physical encounters in locked suites, the unresolved hurt of their 2018 separation, and the fierce, protective devotion he had shown her over the last forty-eight hours.

"I'm going to finish it." Vivian stood up. It took her longer than it should have. She held the back of the chair while she did it. "I'm coming with you." Nora looked at her. They weren't friends. They'd met in that building, both of them prisoners of the same men, and that was the whole of what they knew about each other. Vivian's hair was still matted flat on one side where she'd been lying on something for however many hours, days, Nora didn't actually know how long Vivian had been in there before she arrived.

“Right, right, not into arcade stuff. Big homebody, honestly.” “Alright, I’ll go grab tokens then.” “Alex, I’ll get them. No need to trouble yourself.” Vivian rushed toward the counter. While she was gone, Alex turned to Nora. “You’re married too? Genuinely couldn’t tell. You and Vivian both got husbands out of nowhere.” “Ah, it’s in the paperwork somewhere. My husband’s pretty quiet, doesn’t love the spotlight but don’t let the silence fool you, he gets territorial if I’m out of sight for too long.”

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.

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.

In a large and majestic mansion of the Letitia family, Vivian Letitia was kneeling on the ground crying and begging for her mother. “Mom, I don't want to break up with Lionel Alan, the one I love is him. I don't want to marry Clinton Rory either. Even if I die, I won't marry him."