Vignette Stories Novels & Stories

She makes a silent promise that this industry will be different under her, even just a little. CHAPTER 64 (Vivienne's POV) Vivienne feels the net tightening before she has proof of it — a producer who used to return her calls within the hour now takes a day, a journalist who once owed her a favor goes quiet. She decides to move first. She leaks a story to a friendly outlet suggesting Brynn staged the shooting incident herself for sympathy and publicity, citing anonymous crew members who supposedly noticed inconsistencies. It is reckless and she knows it, but reckless has worked for her before. She watches the story go live and waits to see which way the wind turns.

Viggo said, pausing as he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Eventually, Viggo began his story. The tale of how all of this had started, when a young Viggo had to face it all alone and lose everything in a single night. As Viggo's narrative unfolded, Zayn listened intently, his eyes widening as he comprehended the gravity of the story. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, connecting the dots between the historical past and the present challenges they were facing.

The captain greets us with a nod and disappears below, leaving us alone. Aragorn leads me to a thick white cushions on wide loungers. A low table with chilled white wine, strawberries, a bowl of ice. He pours two glasses, hands me one. “To seeing each other,” he says. I clink. “To that.” We sit side by side, legs dangling, watching the city shrink. He tells me stories about him sneaking out at sixteen to a concert in the old quarter, getting recognized anyway because some girl screamed his name during the encore. I tell him about the time I accidentally dyed an entire batch of white roses blue because I mixed up dye packets. We laugh.