Mag-log inI CAUGHT HER ATTENTIONNORA’S POVIt was finally the morning—D-Day of my engagement party, and you know what I never regret doing?I never regretted the very day I came up with the idea of making that good-for-nothing bitch a special guest at my expensive party. Because tell me, what are sisters for?And you know as a special guest what’s required of you? Good clothes. High expectations. Attraction. Power. Status. Wealth.And she got nothing close to that. And yes, that was the reason I made her a special guest—for trolling and nothing more. To get more things to talk about her online.There was this celebrity gossip blog—Mold House Vionne. I owned it. Secretly. This was what I used to upload and update everything about Vionne Wellance for the past few months now.No one knows. Not even my parents. Not even Harrison.At first, it was 5 followers, and now we already had 50k followers. I’m loving all of this. This is to tell you how people love trolls and dragging. And I earn a lot from
VIONNE'S POV“You look like the soon-to-be bride,” Maddie teased me in the car, but I could hear the seriousness beneath her voice.Not just that, I'd seen myself in the mirror, and damn. I actually looked exactly like what she said... and more.Finally, we were here.Our cars rolled in, and I noticed the venue was packed with people. Reporters. Security. Guests.A knot tightened in my stomach at the sight of the crowd.Oh. My. Gosh.Will I be able to survive today?The horns from our convoy must have announced our arrival, or maybe our entrance was simply too magical, because suddenly, all eyes were on our convoy.Poor Vionne, who had been living in a mold-infested house just a few weeks ago... depressed and hungry... was now honoring a betrayal's invitation in a Midnight Matte G-Wagon, surrounded by a convoy of luxury cars worth more than Nora's life.Tell me... who wouldn't stare?This was exactly what I wanted.But it was starting to become overwhelming.“Theeee fuck! The crowd is
Vionne’s Pov“C’mon girl.” She beckoned, “Are you just going to stand there staring at me, or are you coming over here so we can get you ready for that bitch’s engagement party?” she snickered.I knew this side of Maddie.Secretive.I let out a breath, trying to stay calm.“Not until you—”“I’ll tell you everything. But right now, we’ve got something more important to deal with.” She paused, holding my gaze. “Trust me, girl.”“Nora’s engagement isn’t important to me, girl.”“You know it is. I mean the trolls online. We’re going to let them know they aren’t on your level.”She pulled an expensive white garment out of the box.Another box.What kind of connection did I have with gift boxes?I didn’t say a word.Of course she was right.But wait a second…It was a gown.“White is the dress code today, right?” she asked, looking straight into my eyes.I nodded.My mouth had completely forgotten its job.“Darien requested that you wear this.”She stood and walked toward me.Again.Darien’s
VIONNE’S POVAfter he left, I didn’t let my brain wander back to him or the things he said. I pushed everything away. My head was already thinking too much to waste another second on that unnecessarily rude-ass man.After Nora’s engagement party, Darien will have to answer all my questions. I pretend not to be bothered, but it’s eating me up.Right now, I think I’ll focus on what’s in front of me. Let’s take it one step at a time.The night I came here, I remember searching for him online and finding nothing. Let’s leave that for now.I looked at the brand-new phone, sitting inside a box wrapped with red ribbons.I smiled.Actually smiled. Genuinely. For the first time since I stepped into this mansion.And I hadn’t even opened the box yet.I wouldn’t. Not just yet.What if there was nothing inside? What if he planned to use this to mock me?Oh my God.I was thinking way too much.Still, I hoped this wasn’t another one of those weird boxes I’d received in the past forty-eight hours.L
VIONNE'S POVThe past two days have been hell. It was actually supposed to be cool, right? Because I've been left alone, fed, and treated like a princess in another man's house.In my father's house, I was trash. In Darein's house, I was a princess. A queen.Who could tell me otherwise? I'd rather cry in riches than cry in poverty and depression.I was doing better here. But these past few days, I've gotten a lot of messages telling me to leave, saying my life was at stake and all.I didn't know why I was so worried, but—I haven't even seen him in the past two days. Not Darien. Not the stormy green-eyed man. Not until last night.However, it was morning now. I was already up. It was Nora's day. The internet was already booming. I woke up as early as 7:00 AM, thinking about my life and whether I was going to honor that damn occasion or not.I didn't know how Maddie found out I was having second thoughts about attending that engagement, but she said we were going.At first, she was aga
VIONNE’S POVAfter I was done reading those messages… reading people’s comments, the trolls… everything, I felt like I was going to lose my mind. So I decided to take a bath. I spent hours under the running shower, just trying to cool off.Now, I was done bathing.I was also done fighting my reality. The texts from that unknown sender had really messed with my head, but I decided not to let them get to me. I was already in. I agreed to stay, and there was no turning back.Either way, I was going to survive here.Right now, it was 11:00 a.m. I was heading downstairs for breakfast because I wasn’t about to let all that shit I saw on the internet earlier this morning get to me.Never.So, I tried to bury the thoughts.And for some reason, my heart skipped at the thought of seeing him. He’d probably seen all those gossip posts and—I shuddered.Whatever.I was late, yes.Did it matter?No, it didn’t.Fuck the rules of this house.Did he really think those rules he dished out yesterday wer
Vionne 's Pov. The elevator ride to his hotel room was quiet, filled with the kind of tension that pressed into my chest and made my heart beat faster. I could feel his eyes on me as we rose floor after floor. He didn’t touch me, but his presence filled the small space like smoke. Heavy. Warm. Dan
Vionne 's Pov. After signing those papers. I thought there would be some kind of relief, some kind of freedom in finally letting go of Harrison. But instead, I felt nothing. Just this numb weight sitting on my chest, pressing into my lungs, making it hard to breathe. It was past eight when I f
Vionne 's Pov. I had barely slept. My head throbbed from the tears I refused to let fall, and my body felt heavy, like I’d aged years in one night. But I couldn’t hide in this house forever. I had to face my family eventually. And more importantly, I had to face her. Nora. My stepsister. My fri
Vionne’s Pov. I stood at the edge of our bedroom, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as I watched him. My heart was pounding, but not the way it used to when I looked at him. Not with love or warmth or hope. This pounding felt heavy. Cold. Like every beat was trying to push the pain out of me.







