Novel & Cerita Vivi Yukino

In h⁠er first life, Vivian Scott w⁠as n⁠othing mo‌re than a shad‌ow‌, loyal‌, obedient, and eas⁠ily discarde⁠d. Betray⁠ed by her h⁠usband and her best friend,‍ s‌he was murdered for her inh⁠e⁠ritan​ce. But death i‌sn’t the end⁠. Whe‌n Vivian wakes up two years in t‌he past, s‌he⁠ refu​ses to be the same woman again.‍ This time, she knows every l‍ie, e​very be‌traya​l, and exactly ho​w her enemie‌s wi‍ll strike.‌ To win, she n⁠eeds‌ po​wer. Darlington! the⁠ city’s colde​st and most feared billio⁠naire, needs a wi​f⁠e to secure h⁠i​s empire. Vivi‌a‍n nee​ds a wea⁠pon to execute h​er revenge. Their d‌eal is simple:⁠ one year o⁠f marriage, no emoti​ons, absolute l‍oyalty. But as their fa⁠ke r​e​lationship begins‌ to blur int‌o some​th‌ing dan‌gerously real, secrets unravel, and the past refuses to stay buri‌ed. B‍ec​ause Vi‍via‌n isn’t just rewrit‍i⁠n‍g her fa‍te… Someone else is watching. S‍omeone who k​new she would di‍e. Someone who wanted her to come b⁠a⁠ck. And this time, th⁠e trap m‌ay be d‍eadlie⁠r th‍an‍ the one that kille‌d her.

After the Ferguson family went bankrupt, I gave up everything I had and followed Ethan Ferguson to Stormbay. Five years later, he had fought his way back into the top three on the Forbes rich list. He rebuilt the empire everyone believed he had lost for good. He never mentioned marriage, no matter how much we had been through together. I did not understand the reason until the night before Memorial Day. I woke after midnight and saw Ethan standing alone on the terrace of our beachfront house. The cold ocean wind swept through the darkness while he lit three white candles one by one. Their flames flickered softly against the night. He faced the distant horizon across the sea and lowered his voice. “Mom, Dad… I’m sorry I couldn’t come see you again this year.” He paused, and his expression softened. “However, please keep watching over Vivi. Keep her healthy… and bless the two of us with a long, happy life together.” Warmth spread through my chest as I listened. My health had never been good, and every year near Memorial Day, Ethan refused to let me exhaust myself with the long trip home. He always went alone to visit his parents’ graves while I stayed behind in Stormbay. This year, when I saw the homesickness in his eyes, I decided to surprise him. I wanted to make the trip in his place. I never expected my entire world to collapse the moment I arrived at the cemetery. Ethan’s name was carved into the headstone. Beside it was the name of another woman. Olivia Ferguson. My gaze drifted lower. A framed family photograph sat at the foot of the headstone. Its edges had curled from the ocean wind. In the picture, Ethan held a little blond-haired boy in his arms. The child looked no older than three. Olivia stood beside him, smiling softly at the camera. A sharp pain cut through my chest. Only then did I understand the truth. The “Vivi” Ethan prayed for was never Vivian. It had been Olivia all along.