All Chapters of Too Late for Love, Mr. CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Vivienne's POV ContI stepped into the private room slowly, forcing my movements to remain steady even though my chest felt tight with every breath.The atmosphere inside was lively. Laughter and conversation filled the air, yet none of it reached me.My gaze moved across the long table, scanning each face until it finally settled on one person.Alexander.The moment our eyes met, everything else seemed to fade.His expression remained calm and unreadable, yet there was something deeper in his gaze, something that felt almost intrusive, as if he could see through every layer I tried to hide behind.For a brief second, I felt exposed.I forced a faint smile and spoke casually, as though nothing was wrong. I explained that I had run into Victor in the hallway and decided to come in to greet everyone. My voice sounded composed, but standing there felt strangely uncomfortable, as if I had stepped into a place where I did not belong.I glanced around the table again before turning back to

Vivienne’s POV When the door opened, I reacted on instinct. My eyes shut immediately as I forced my breathing into a slow, steady rhythm, pretending to be asleep.My heart refused to cooperate. It pounded violently against my ribs, each beat loud enough to betray me. My body felt cold, stiff, and painfully aware of every sound in the room.If I did not see him, then nothing could happen. If I remained still, then I would be safe.That was what I told myself.Footsteps approached the bed, slow and deliberate. Each step seemed louder than the thunder crashing outside, heavier than the storm itself. My fingers curled slightly beneath the blanket, but I forced them still.Then the blanket was lifted.Cold air brushed against my skin and fear spread through me like ice. My muscles locked in place as I tightened my legs, maintaining the illusion of sleep while panic surged inside my chest.A voice came from beside me, low and controlled, close enough that I could feel his breath near my ea

Vivienne’s POV “I will try,” Alexander said.His answer was vague, almost careless, as if returning or not returning made little difference to him.I hesitated for a moment before asking, “What’s wrong with Miss Blackwood?”It took more courage than I expected just to say her name.Deep down, I already knew the answer did not matter. Once he walked out of this room, he would not come back.It had already happened yesterday.And now again today.She called, and he left.I did not understand why she always needed him.But I understood one thing very clearly.He always went.Alexander turned to look at me, his brows drawing together slightly.“You didn’t use to ask so many questions,” he said.My face went pale.The words were simple, but they struck deeper than they should have. I suddenly felt small, as if I had overstepped without realizing it.“I…” I paused, then forced a different topic. “My foot still hurts. Can you help me?”He glanced at my ankle briefly.“It’s not serious,” he

Vivienne’s POV I stared at Alexander after the words left my mouth.I did not look away.I watched him carefully, waiting.The anger did not explode immediately. It built slowly, like something dark rising from beneath the surface. His eyes deepened first, the calm inside them turning heavy and dangerous. Then his lips curved slightly, not in amusement but in something colder, something sharper.He looked at me as if I had said something foolish.“ I have no right to control you.”He repeated my words quietly, as though testing them, as though they were absurd.Then his expression hardened.“You are still my wife.”His voice dropped, steady and cold.“And you are still my sister.”The words landed like a weight pressing down on me.He continued, his tone carrying a warning that made my chest tighten. He told me to think carefully about why that man wanted me to go abroad. He said that if I left, I would be alone. That anything could happen to me there.Anything.The meaning slipped p

Vivienne’s POV I felt completely speechless. My mouth opened slightly but no words came out. I took a slow breath, yet the pressure in my chest did not ease. It felt tight and suffocating, as if something heavy was pressing down on me from the inside.I already knew the answer before Olivia even finished speaking. I could not take that kind of bet. I could not gamble on something I had already lost long ago.In Alexander’s heart, Isabella had always come first. That truth had never changed. Not in three years, not even for a single moment.I had seen it clearly.The day Isabella almost fell, he pushed me aside without hesitation just to catch her. That scene replayed in my mind now with painful clarity.If he could do that without thinking, then how could I expect anything different now.These were only rumors online. They could not truly harm me. But they could damage Isabella’s reputation, and that was enough reason for him to choose her again.Olivia must have sensed my silence b