Vivian's Table Novels & Stories

said Calista, as she took a seat at the dining table. "Haven't you stayed here for one day already? I've heard from Marianne that you even took a nap. Now that dinner's ready, you can come and join us too. Don't you say that I'm hostile toward you?" Vivian was furious as she stared at her. However, she didn't reveal her emotions and stiffened her lips. After a moment of silence, she suddenly let out a chuckle.

Vivian stood up, and walked to the small dining table that was at a corner in the room. “I have put this down on this table for days now and I even wrote ‘for you Ryan’ boldly on it. Did you even touch it not talk of raising it up and check what was inside it” Vivian painted him too, and put it on the dining table for him. “When you don’t care to know, how do you know what I am doing?” Vivian tore the wrapper from the painting, and dropped it on the table. She turned back, and going back to the bed.

Hated that it still betrayed her after all these years. Vivian Glass stood just beyond the red tape boundary, immaculate and unhurried. Black trousers tailored to cut like a threat, cream silk blouse tucked with surgical precision, oversized sunglasses still shielding her eyes even in the dim, diffused light of the stage. She held a slim tablet under one arm, fingers resting lightly against its surface as though Serena were already a line item in a ledger waiting to be reconciled—profit or loss, asset or liability, keep or discard.

"Were you not here when it was done?" My stomach tightened. "I lost some of my memories," I said, keeping my voice even. "And after everything, I don't know why I am here.” She held my gaze a moment too long. "Oh," she murmured, her voice smooth as oil. "I'm sure you'll regain it soon enough.” I turned away first. "The dining room is through here." The table stretched the full length of the room, dark wood polished to a mirror shine, silverware arranged with the kind of precision that suggested no one had actually eaten here in some time. Vivian moved along the length of it slowly, her fingers trailing the back of a chair.

The long mahogany table on the patio had been beautifully set with fresh flowers, silverware that probably cost more than my rent, and platters of eggs Benedict, fresh fruit, and pastries. Vivian sat at the head like a queen,her lipstick evidently flawless even this early. Laura was beside her, wearing oversized sunglasses that did nothing to hide the red-rimmed eyes and the death glare she shot me the second I appeared. Dad sat across from them, looking uncomfortable while fiddling with his coffee cup. And then there was Alexander who looked infuriatingly put-together as if last night had never happened. I forced myself to take the only empty seat which had to be the one directly across fro

I sat down near the middle of the table then opened my laptop to pull up my notes. Vivian walked in last wearing a black dress that probably cost more than my rent. Her heels clicked loud on the floor, she smiled at Aiden but he did not smile back so she just sat down across from me with her coffee cup in her hand. Aiden started talking about quarterly numbers so I followed along while taking notes. Everything was going fine until Vivian stood up to grab some papers from the side table. She walked right behind my chair so close I could smell her perfume which was too strong.

Cassian “Bring him to me,” I ordered. The guard nodded and stepped out of the room. The dining table was huge, but it suited my taste. Its dark mahogany surface which was almost as smooth as silk always caught my attention. I was seated for dinner and on my right side was my mate, Vivian. She didn’t look pleased as she sat behind her plate. I could tell that something was wrong. “Is there anything wrong with my sweetheart?” I asked softly.

I noticed Vivian wasn't in the room. After getting dressed, I walked out of the room and was greeted by the sight of a lavish dish on the table. I smirked as I neared the table “You're home, darling,” Vivian's voice pierced the silence with a seductive tone.. I spun around to face her. She was in a lingeries and she had her hair flipped to the side of her neck. I noticed the dark shade of makeup under her eyes which made her eyes smokey. My lips thinned as I gazed at her from head to toe, raising an unimpressed eyebrow

“Ah, it turns out that some of the dishes have mushrooms. I will take them out for you." Vivian was stunned. She casually expressed her thoughts on mushrooms, and she didn't even try to examine the food in front of her carefully. So, she didn't even notice there were mushrooms on some plates, but before she could do anything, Steen had already grabbed the plates from the table before walking over to the coffee table in the room and placing the plates on it. Vivian still couldn't react even when Steen had returned to the square table by the window, and it was only when Steen spoke to her again that she finally regained her composure.

“Lily, do you have any idea who you just messed with? That’s the wife of a billionaire chairman! Stealing my sales commission is the least of your problems. When his wife finds out about you, you’re dead, you pathetic homewrecker.” I laughed coldly to myself. I had been right to refuse the company’s request to publicly reveal my relationship with my husband yesterday. Otherwise, I would have missed this clown’s entire performance! Vivian had barely been in the meeting room for a few minutes when she started shouting. “Why are you punishing me?! I was just defending myself! Why aren’t you punishing Lily? She stole my client and has an inappropriate relationship with him!” Vivian flung the mee