Novel & Cerita Finnick Norton And Vivian William

There was coverage about the Wilson and Reynolds families' partnership withVista International, including an interview with Zachary. Seeing his familiar face irritated her. She changed the channel, only to find footage from East Coast Airport showing reporters chasing after Vivian. So Vivian had stayed in Saint Nock all this time, only returning now. "Vivian Wilson of the Vista International-Wilson partnership returned from Saint Nock today. Sources say she arrived there shortly after the third young master Reynolds..." Sarah's mind drifted. So they'd gone together. But why had Vivian stayed after Zachary left? "Met with Vista International executives alongside Zac…”

"Don't you think, it's high time we talk, Luna Vivian?" said Sophia, placing her left leg on her right leg. Her eyes scanned through Vivian's room. A room she had been trying so hard to get in. It wasn't Vivian's room but Styx's room. He didn't even bother giving her another room but had decided to share his room with her. Something she had been wishing for but he had never given to her.

"He can tell you what he shared with Kade this evening. I am sure he would enjoy saying it a second time." Vivian's eyes jumped to me. They searched and measured. "What did my husband share with you." "The real facts," Wren said before I could reply myself. "About the person I was always meant to stand with. About the plan you and Edwin hid the instant my wolf failed to show." Color left Vivian's face so fast I nearly moved to hold her steady. For one raw second fear showed in her eyes. Then the usual ice returned, the same control she used in every other room of that house.

" I ignored his hollow excuses and found them utterly pathetic. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled my phone out and held it up to his face. A woman's coy, mocking voice sounded in the room. "Hello? Sadie Holten? How does it feel? Have you seen Zane's true nature yet? "I sent you the laptop on purpose. It was quite a surprise, wasn't it?" It was Cassie's voice, dripping with the smug triumph of a victor. Zane's body jolted. He stared at the phone in disbelief, then looked back at me as Cassie's voice continued. "Do you really think you've won? Zane loves me more now."

At that very moment, the little television screen in the waiting room was broadcasting a livestream of Nextronics' product launch. Nextronics was a company that rose steadily to fame over the past few years, not only because it boasted an impressive array of state-of-the-art digital devices, but also because of its handsome, intelligent, and incredibly wealthy CEO. The very same man who Nikki was so lucky to marry. Spencer Ford was the epitome of the perfect man— He was loving and devoted to his wife, much to the envy of women everywhere.

"Looks like Mrs. Johnston doesn't eat at Michelin-starred restaurants much. White truffles are way pricier than black ones." She even threw Alfred a flirty glance. He shot me a look of pure disgust. "If you don't know, just keep your mouth shut. Don't embarrass me." Later, I found out he regularly took Vivian to Michelin-starred restaurants. That night, after we got home, I waited for Alfred to get in the shower before sneaking a look at his messages. Vivian had texted him: [Mr. Johnston, was I too harsh today? Mrs. Johnston didn't seem happy...]

"My wife has only ever been Noelle." The second those words were out of his mouth, Vivian's face twisted horribly. "Adrian Sutton! Have you forgotten everything we had together?" My expression remained icy as I enunciated, "What you two had together? What did you have? I'll say this once more, Vivian. This is not the place for you to cause a scene, and it's definitely not a place for you to climb the social ladder." She looked like she'd just heard the world's funniest joke. She snorted. "Me, climb the social ladder?"

His easy smile reminded me of Trav and Diamond, a kind of reassurance that made me believe him. From the second-floor lounge, Vivian leaned over the rail. She could see me moving on the treadmill, Ronan beside me with the tablet. Soon others drifted closer—Iver, Finch, Otis, Nessa, Nena. Their gestures and smiles carried over the music even if their words didn’t. They were curious. They were welcoming. Vivian’s lips curved. A solid group. Warriors, straightforward and loyal. Perfect company for me. But she also noticed the way Iver and Finch lingered. Unmated wolves never missed a chance to flirt, especially with someone new.

Then, in a complete turnaround, he went down on one knee in front of Vivian. “Vivian, would you consider dating me, with marriage as the ultimate goal?” It was then I realized that all three of us had been reborn. The students crowding around the bulletin board erupted in shock as they checked their scores. “Wasn’t Ethan supposed to like Natalie? Why is he confessing to Vivian?” “Has he lost his mind? Natalie’s scores and looks are much better than Vivian’s. What is he thinking?” Vivian took the bouquet from Ethan and addressed the crowd, her eyes slightly red.

When Nathan saw my face, he looked stunned. "Vivian Warner, what are you doing here?" he demanded. I lowered my head to apologize to the server and explained, "I came here looking for someone." Someone curiously asked Nathan, "Do you know her, Mr. Finch?" Nathan's grip tightened on his wine glass, his expression growing somber. "Yes, just an ex-girlfriend." Someone nearby said thoughtlessly, "You two were together for ten years. I thought you were each other's first love."