Vivian Carter Novels & Stories

“You were better, Vivian. So much better. You never made me feel weak. You made me feel wanted.” I thought about the differences. Charlotte was beautiful and strong, but cold. She gave birth to our daughter and acted like it was just another event. Vivian would have cried happy tears, taken pictures, and wanted family time. Charlotte went to parties. Vivian would have canceled plans to stay home with the baby. Charlotte insulted my performance in bed. Vivian always told me I made her feel amazing.

She stared directly into Victoria’s sharp, spiteful face. "Adrian never held a single share in my father's trust," Vivian said, her voice dropping into a low, deadly calm. "I audited every financial document myself during our divorce proceedings seven years ago. He was broke, heavily in debt, and stripped of every legal right to the Carter name."

Vivian Hart, the newly crowned Best Actress whose captivating eyes had made her a sensation, was accepting an award for her charity work when my doctor told me I had two months to live. It was stomach cancer, and the treatment costs was far beyond what I could pay. Then Vivian called me. "Do you regret it?" she asked. "Now that I've made something of myself, do you regret leaving me?" I held the hospital bill against my chest and made myself sound shameless. "Vivian, I could really use some money. Since you're so generous with your charity work, why don't you give me $200,000?" Her voice turned to ice. "Go to hell. I never want to see you again." She blocked me everywhere. What she di

I listened to her voice as she cackled before turning into a full blown hysterical laughter. " Wait a minute!." - She panted, laughing in between the gaps. "Repeat that again ma'am." I frowned, not understanding what was so funny about opening an account. "What's so funny?" - I asked sternly. Her cackles stopped, "I'm sorry........ Miss Selene." "It's just that - in this day and age. Not having a social media account is kind of............. unheard. It's actually become a necessity and you not having it -"

“You are done, Vivienne. You are removed from the board. You are stripped of your title. You will not step foot in the Carter Group again.” Vivienne gasped, the air leaving her lungs. “You… you’re firing me? I’m your daughter!” “My daughter,” Mr. Carter said to the wall, “was the future of this family. The woman in that video? I don’t know who that is.” “Richard!” Mrs. Carter gasped. “That is too far!” “Is it?” Mr. Carter looked back, his eyes wet with unshed tears. “Go to your room, Vivienne. And stay there. Because if I look at you right now… I might say something I can never take back.”

He said before he rubbed his hands. "Fine with us also, we will provide a specialised stylist will Carter for your needs," I said and he nodded. "In the file you did not mention about the price breakdown," Reynolds bobbed in with a gentle and calm smile on her face. She glistened in the light of the room and her lips shimmered from the lip gloss she applied. "Don't worry about that area, your wife, Vivian Colbert," The secretary started before she got interrupted by her own cough. She retained her composure and resumed speaking.

She was simply curious about what made that woman so special in Darwin's eyes. "Oh, so Vivian is a marketing employee at an insurance company?" Veronica mumbled, loud enough for Andy to hear. "Orphaned and without any siblings." "That's correct, Mrs. Veronica," Andy nodded. "So, Vivian is actually an orphan. Her parents passed away when she was 15 years old. She used to live with her aunt, who is a cafe singer. Only in the past two years did she move to Kartika Raya Apartments." Veronica nodded, carefully listening to Andy's explanation.

I miss Her too. When I got outside I immediately went inside the van were riding. I leaned over Veronica. Nica is a bit sad now because of what happened last night. It was really good and they didn’t leave. I didn’t think She wasn’t Tito Jayson’s Daughter. But even if she’s not my real cousin? I’ll still treat her like my own sister. “Have you forgotten anything?” Grandpa asked from the front seat. I smiled and shook my head. There are only four of us here in the van while there are two black car bodyguards in a row.

"Looks like I'll have to find someone else to ask for money, I can't possibly ask the boss for money all the time. Maybe... a lover? ah I don't want someone my age, I want someone who's a bit old and already making money, hmm daddy vibes I guess that's fine, but I want someone handsome, a gentleman and of course rich, rich enough that I don't know what else to ask for to spend the money in his wallet. Vivian put her hands together, she prayed. "May my prayers be answered." Okay that's enough, now she better go out and do her work right away before her ears heat up from the nagging on the way home. Vivian then opened the door, she had been in the small room that served as a warehouse. She wal

The heavy iron gates of the Vance villa rattled violently as two marked police sedans and a black federal van pulled into the circular driveway. Inside the grand living room, Carter was frantically pacing back and forth, his phone pressed against his ear. His knuckles were white, his face drenching in cold sweat as he dialed number after number. "Commissioner Davis! Please, listen to me!" Carter pleaded frantically, his voice cracking with desperation. "It’s Carter Vance! You remember me, right? I donated to your election committee last year! I need you to step in and freeze the arrest warrant for Miss Chloe—"