로그인***Vivienne's POV***I groggily opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was a white ceiling. Memories of what happened before I passed out rushed back to me in a flood, like a dream. I shut my eyes again and slowly raised my hand to touch my cheek, only to feel the roughness of bandages."Vivienne, you're awake" I heared. Hearing the voice, Alexander quickly walked to my bedside and sat down. "How do you feel?" he asked. There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and all I could see were his lips moving. I instinctively asked, "What did you say?" As soon as I spoke, my throat felt dry, hoarse, and painfully raw.Alexander immediately brought over a glass of water, gently lifting my head to help me sip a few mouthfuls."I asked, how do you feel now? Is there anywhere that hurts?" he placed the glass on the table, leaned in closer, and almost whispered in my ear.I turned my head to look at him, somewhat puzzled. "I'm fine, why are you leaning so close?"
***Alexander's POV*** **Hospital**Doon The medical staff emerged from the emergency room.I immediately stood up. "Doctor, how is Vivienne?" I asked. The doctor removed his mask and sighed. "The pregnant woman is at risk of miscarriage. She needs to stay on bed rest to protect the fetus. Her facial injuries are external, but once healed, with proper scar treatment and some therapy, they shouldn’t leave any noticeable marks."Pregnant! Miscarriage! I froze in place, stunned. It was true, she was really pregnant like I heared. A few times, I had asked myself what if she wasn't pregnant, I had touched her belle to see if I could feel anything, I was even waiting if she'd tell me anything. It turned out it was actually true and my speculation wasn't wrong. After a long silence, I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, "how long is it"? I asked. The doctor looked at me, clearly surprised.Then, with a sharp tone, he asked, "What kind o
***Vivienne's POV Cont***"No...." I screamed. I stood frozen, my eyes wide as I watched the scene unfold. Tears spilled uncontrollably from my eyes, streaming down my cheeks, mingling with the sharp sting of pain as they mixed with the blood."Dad!""I'm sorry""It’s all my fault"Because of me, after my father’s death, he’s been insulted like this. I struggled violently on the ground, trying to stand.A man stepped on my back, pinning me down so I couldn’t move.Delilah looked on, savoring my despair, and sneered, "She’s yours now. You’d better ruin her. That filthy slut. I don’t believe Alexander will still want her after this"With that, she turned and walked away.The three men glared at me, their eyes scanning me hungrily. They flipped me over, groping my body as they roughly tore at my clothes."This woman’s got a nice body, Big, too." One of the men smirked as he touched me inappropriately."She’s Alexander’s woman, so it’s worth it" another o
***Writer's POV Cont***"It’s definitely her, The Vanguard Global Enterprises office building is right on Silverwood Avenue" Delilah shouted sharply, her eyes glued to Vivienne in the surveillance footage, a flash of resentment flickering in her gaze.Suddenly, something seemed to click in her mind, and she cursed, "Margaret Stone. It must be that damn Margaret Stone.No wonder she looked so familiar when I first saw Vivienne!"Miles had been involved with Margaret Stone before he got married, and now, even after marriage, he was still in contact with her.After more than twenty years, Vivienne, this bitch had once again stolen her daughter’s man.What a cruel twist of fate, Mother and daughter, both of them were the same kind of lowlife. Collecting men.Unable to live without a man.Isabella still couldn’t believe it. how could such a coincidence happen?Vivienne was actually her father’s illegitimate daughter? Using her connections, she obtained surveillance
***Writer's POV***Delilah returned home and casually tossed her handbag onto the living room sofa.Miles Blackwood was nowhere to be seen. She did not need to guess where he was. He was probably entertaining another woman instead of coming home.A few moments later, Miles' secretary walked into the house carrying a thick file."Good evening, ma'am," he greeted politely."Miles isn't home," Delilah replied without much interest."I know. Mr. Blackwood asked me to leave this file in his study.""Oh."Delilah gave a distracted nod.The secretary headed upstairs.As he reached the staircase, Delilah suddenly called after him."What's in the file?"The question caught him off guard.Knowing Miles rarely involved himself in company affairs, she found it strange that an important document had been delivered to the house instead of the office.The secretary hesitated before discreetly moving the file behind his back."It's nothing important, ma'am. Just a routine document."Delilah narrowed
***Writer's POV***Eliza remained in Isabella's hospital room for a while before finally deciding to leave.When she reached the ground floor, she noticed Jane standing beside a black sedan in the parking area, as though she had been waiting for someone.The moment Jane saw her, she raised a hand with a polite smile and walked over."Miss Eliza, I'd like to speak with you for a moment. Do you have some time?" Jane asked.A few minutes later, they were seated in a quiet corner of a nearby café. A cup of coffee rested in front of each of them, but neither woman touched it.Eliza folded her arms across her chest and looked at Jane cautiously."Go ahead. What do you want to talk about?"Jane smiled calmly before speaking."CEO Ashford asked me to pass a message on to you."She paused briefly before continuing."There's nothing wrong with being ambitious. However, ambition without the strength to support it will only bring disaster upon yourself."Eliza's expression froze."I don't underst
***Alexander’s POV***I recognized the car the moment it pulled up. It was one of the Jaguars from my garage, and the sight of it immediately told me who was inside.The headlights cut across the street as I stepped away from the bar entrance, holding my coat loosely in my hand. Through the windshi
***Alexander’s POV***After dinner, everyone moved to the bar next door. The restaurant staff had already left, but I remained seated for a moment longer, not in any hurry to leave. There was a strange heaviness in my body that made me slow to rise.Olivia looked at me with a soft smile and asked w
***Miles Blackwood's POV (Cont.)***When Isabella answered the call, her voice sounded tired, as though she had only recently finished work.She told me that filming had just wrapped for the day and that she had already returned to her hotel.Without wasting time, I asked the question directly. I w
***Vivienne’s POV***After work that evening, I had originally planned to take a taxi to the club. It seemed like the simpler option.Alexander had mentioned earlier that he would be heading there directly after his golf gathering, and I did not want to trouble him by making him come back to pick m







