Vivian Love Novels & Stories

With a cold laugh, Vivian pulled out her phone and pressed play. "If it weren't for the Hart family's money and connections, who'd put up with that crazy woman every day?" "Vivian, I only married her because our families forced me to. I can't stand her. The thought of being with her makes me sick." "I swear, you're the only woman I've ever truly loved. I've never felt this way about anyone before." Nathan's mocking, contemptuous voice echoed clearly through the garden. Then one screenshot after another appeared on the giant outdoor screen.

Right now, she just wanted to leave all of this behind and start over elsewhere. From now on, Damian Fox and Bella Valdez would run parallel through life—forever too far to touch.

another voice chimed in from the doorway. "Mom," Vivian called. My mother-in-law stepped into the room, a triumphant smile on her face as she lovingly patted the pregnant woman's hand. "How are you, Vivian?" Vivian. That name struck my brain like a lightning bolt. Hot, bitter tears spilled over my eyelashes and trickled down my sunken cheeks. Vivian was Adrian's infamous first love—the woman who had supposedly betrayed him, broken his heart, and abandoned him years ago because he was too poor for her.

CHAPTER SIXTY SIX “Well, my friend Vivian is one of the toughest people I know. She doesn’t like people easily and when she does, she gives her all and loves them genuinely. She’s loyal. She really did like you and I guess you weren’t ready for all that then, but she was a little hurt and upset about the whole thing. You know, no one likes to get rejected. It’s not a very nice position to be in. She might push you away at first, but I think all you have to do is be a little persistent and show her that you want something more this time. I’m sure that she will come around”

But, judging from his body language, Kisa could feel that he was suppressing his emotions. Vivian lay on the ground and cried out to Adrien in sorrow, "What did I do wrong? I love you so much. I love you more than myself. Why did you do this to me? You want money, power, I can give it to you. I can give you anything. Why did you lie to me? What did I do wrong that made you put me in this predicament? Tell me, what did I do?" Vivian's cries were filled with grief and resentment. Kisa listened on and felt sad. Just then, a group of people came rushing over. She stepped back slightly, and then the group went straight toward Vivian without noticing that she was there.

John would be furious. Vivian was Perry and Julie Macabe's oldest daughter, she had her mother's eyes of honey and her father's dark hair and olive skin. Even at the young age of seventeen, she had womanly curves. Vivian was not held captive by the social expectations of her day, much to her family's chagrin. Vince was not her first lover; her former lover had been Vince's best friend, Devon Parish. When Devon had started seeing another young girl from town named Jessica, Vince had merely to fix her with his dazzling hazel eyes and she was his.

He said. “OMG, Chris is here!!!” Maria said while jumping up and down. Valeriana laughed, “Do you like him that much?” She asked. “More than my life! He’s the love of my life!!!” Maria said while touching the left side of her chest. Valeriana giggled. Valeriana

I whispered hoarsely. “I only have one piece of advice for you, Dewangga,” Vivian looked straight into my eyes, her gaze glistening with tears. “Davian doesn’t love you. He only loves power. He’s using you to satisfy his ego, to prove that he can take anything that belongs to me. If you keep playing his game, you’re not only destroying my marriage—you’re destroying yourself. He will throw you away once you’re no longer useful to him.”

"Wake up and come see the view, Bells." I roll on my other side, trying to get rid or the stinging light shining into my eyes. I heard what Josh said to me last night. Probably the most cliché thing that could happen. Someone whispering the first 'I love you' just before you nod off into sleep. It's something I've read in so many Romance novels since I was a little girl who absolutely melted for those kind of things.

Vivian reaches for my hand and I take it, her fingers are cold, paper-thin, but her grip is surprisingly strong. "I'm glad you're here," she says quietly. "I wasn't sure he'd bring you." "He asked me to come." "Did he?" Something like wonder crosses her face. "That's good. He never asks for anything. Not from anyone." "I've noticed." Vivian laughs, a soft sound that turns into a cough. I wait for it to pass, my heart tight with borrowed grief. I barely know this woman, but she's the mother of the man I'm... the man I'm what? The man I'm married to, contractually. The man I'm falling for, impossibly. The man I'm starting to love, terrifyingly.