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Vivienne The car slowed to a stop outside my rented apartment. I glanced at Dominic, his perfect profile illuminated by the faint orangey glow of the streetlights. He was silent, his hand draped lazily over the steering wheel, exuding a kind of nonchalance that only added to his allure.“I think I need some time…to think.” I said finally, my voice quieter than I intended.His gaze flicked to mine, those piercing, green sexy eyes locking onto me. “Time,” he repeated, his lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. “Fair enough.”It was as though he could read my thoughts, the way his smirk seemed to say he already knew what my answer was. He leaned slightly closer, his earthy cologne—woody with a hint of something spicier—sending a shiver down my spine.“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, his tone soft but firm, like a promise.I nodded, fumbling with the door handle. My legs felt shaky as I stepped out of the car, his intense gaze following me the entire time. I hurried inside, my heart

Vivienne Dominic’s large hand wrapped tightly around mine, a reassuring weight as he guided me out of the suffocating estate. Everything felt surreal. My mind replayed the evening’s events like a broken disc track.The betrayal. The humiliation. And now…this man.I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, trying to piece him together. In the soft glow of the fairy lights, his features were almost unreal—perfectly symmetrical with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. His hair, a rich shade of red-brown, was tousled just enough to look effortlessly stylish. His eyes were a masterpiece, deep and almost hypnotic, fringed with lashes most women would kill for. The way they glinted under the light made my breath catch.Then there was the way he carried himself. Tall, broad-shouldered, his perfectly tailored suit clinging to a build that screamed power and control. He was the kind of man you’d see on the cover of a magazine or walking down a runway.But more than his looks, it was his pre

VivienneMy dress was stunning. Soft champagne satin that draped like liquid gold against my skin. A sweetheart neckline framed my collarbone, and the gown cinched at my waist before falling to the floor. The effect was timeless, elegant, and entirely unlike how I felt inside.Still, I had to dress to kill.My hands were unsteady as I clasped the thin chain of my necklace, the final touch. I stared at myself in my new apartment mirror, trying to summon a strength I didn’t feel. Tonight wasn’t just a party; it was a battleground. And my armor was the poise I didn’t know if I could maintain.Alias and Amélie would be there. Together. No longer lurking in the shadows but openly flaunting their betrayal. My stomach churned as bile rose in my throat. Why are you even going?Alias’s grandfather’s party? Of course, I had to go. If not for the man who had always been kind to me, then for one final confrontation. One last chance to remind them—and myself—that I wasn’t weak.This wasn’t about

Vivienne The next morning I was up early, barely getting any sleep the previous night. Alias didn't come home and it was obvious what he was up to.I came to a hard conclusion; if Alias didn't have a good excuse, things would be over between us.My hands tightened around the thick duvet cover, I couldn't imagine a life without him but the evidence was real.I heard the sound of the down stair door open and I braced myself. Soon Alias strolled into the room, caring less if I existed. His tie hung loosely around his neck, his hair messy and eyes dilated. He looked like he had a really good time. He didn’t even glance my way. Not once.I inhaled deeply, fighting the urge to crumble. I was done being a foot mat.“How was the party?” I asked calmly, trying to mask my anger.“Good,” he muttered, not even looking up, his focus already on the bathroom door.I watched him as he disappeared behind it, the sound of the shower rushing filled the room. My nails dug into my palms, the pain groun

Vivienne My name is Vivienne Duval, adopted heiress to the Duval Fashion Industries and I had never felt more pathetic in my entire life than I did now.I sat restless on the hospital bed as my mind raced with thoughts, thoughts that wouldn't let me sleep at night. The faint hum of the IV drip I was hooked on to and the distant murmur of the nurses were the only things that broke the deafening silence of the private room I was in.I had ended up at the hospital because I overworked myself—again. I didn't know why I always had to prove a damn point.My body felt weak from the treatment but it was the weight of my emotional turmoil that was harder to bear.I looked around and I was alone.Like always.My mind drifted, almost as if on autopilot, to my fiancé, Alias. He was supposed to be here today like he promised but of course he wasn't! My heart throbbed, reminiscing his words.“You know, I'd be there if I could Vivi, work is relentless right now.”Whether I liked it or not I had to