Vivian Carter Novels & Stories

She was about to strip herself not of her body, but of her dignity. After she opened her eyes again, she said slowly to the camera: “Hello, everyone. This is Vivian Campbell, assistant in the public relations department. I am holding this video conference today to apologize to Mrs. Carson.” Upon hearing her words, everyone was shocked. Vivian was apologizing to Mrs. Carson. What was going on?

The Carter estate hadn’t changed. The long driveway, the impeccable gardens, the towering stone facade that managed to be both intimidating and regal. It was all just as Vivienne remembered. But this time, she wasn’t here as the wide-eyed girl about to marry a billionaire’s son. She wasn’t even here as the wife trying to earn his approval. Today, she had come as something entirely different. Vivienne squared her shoulders as she rang the doorbell, her heart hammering with quiet dread. The door opened within seconds, revealing Vince Carter himself.

Like maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t alone in this fight. But that night, as we returned to the estate, my phone buzzed again. A new headline. A new article. I opened it with shaking hands, my stomach sinking as the words glared up at me: Vivian Carter Responds: “He’ll Regret Choosing Her.” And beneath it, a photo of her—smiling, poised, dangerous. She wasn’t done. She was just getting started.

Lily Harper was my husband Victor Carter's first love. The day she got divorced, Victor dressed up and headed out with the newest toy on the market for her son. That was the day I started teaching our son, Arthur, to call him "Mr. Carter." He skipped Arthur's first-day-of-school assembly to take Lily's son, Leo, to an amusement park. I told Arthur, "Mr. Carter has a lot of work to do." When Lily called to say her place felt empty, Victor walked out on us on Christmas Day. I comforted my heartbroken son. "Let Mr. Carter go do his work. Mommy will always be here with you." Later, the two boys got into a fight at school, and the teacher called us in. Victor stood across from Arthur and me, righ

After I finished my kidney follow-up, I sent Vivian Marsh, my wife, a message. [My wound hurts after a whole day's worth of checkups.] She only sent a reply half an hour later. [What do you mean by that? Are you asking me to cover the cost of your follow-up?] I stared at the words and could not wrap my head around them for a long time. John Howard, Vivian's first love, had run off with all her savings when she was at her lowest and taken up with a wealthy woman. From that moment on, she hated men who spent women's money. In order to show that I was not a freeloader, we always split the bill over the course of our six-year relationship. We paid for our own food and covered the cos

Without a hint of hesitation and my face reflecting their dead hearts, I say. “I – Valerie Carson – the only heir to the Carson throne, challenge Valak Carson for his title!” The second those magical words pass my lips - all hell breaks loose. Not even the Gods can interfere now.

In fact, he had warned her to stay away from him. “Let her In Jessie, Thank you.” He replied reluctantly. Almost immediately, his office door was opened and Vivian walked in. Vivian Matthews was a fashion mogul and a very successful entrepreneur. She was the only female child of her very rich parents. She was classy and everything about her screams money and perfection. She kind of had a good heart but was always obsessed about what she wanted. She was a role model to many young women and men were always running after her but she wasn’t interested in any of them as she only had eyes for Christopher Ryan Smith.

By morning, she went to the shop to practice knitting even though she had already mastered it. As a god, she understood things much easier than other people so it was easy for her. As predicted, Emily rushed into the shop with a bottle in her hand. “Zoe! Zoe! Look what I brought!” Violet lifted her head, looking at Emily. She introduced herself as Zoe Firdaus to other people because it was a Lagsu name and she didn't want to be suspicious. “Emily, what is it you brought this time?” This was not the first time Emily was giving her things at random even some of the workers of Calista were jealous. Emily had never tried to be close to them before even though they had tried to make her like them

Undeterred, Vivian shifted her attention to Louis, scrolling through the list of people interacting with his posts, her eyes scanning for any trace of Vanessa. When she stumbled upon Vanessa’s social media account, Vivian’s patience was put to the test. She scrutinized posts spanning several years, her determination unwavering, until her eyes landed on a post from three years ago. The caption read: “Farewell to my beautiful sister, Lucy Hart.”

Vivian scowled over the phone, "what do you mean by that Kira? I told you to do nothing about it not ask me some silly questions." "But–" "Deal with it however you like, I don't care." And Vivian hung up, she glanced at the rear mirror, the paparazzi have been on her tail ever since the news got out, she desperately needed her plans to work. "I need to see Damien," she pulled off her sun glasses staring at the receptionist. The receptionist immediately telephoned Carson. "Miss Carters is here to see the president, should I send her up?" "Send her up."