The man rumored to be aloof and indifferent, a man who showed no interest in women, but anyone could understand the possessive and focused gaze he had when looking at Vivienne. So, was that man determined to have Vivienne?Subconsciously rotating the ring on his left hand, Ezra lowered his gaze, fixating on the smile of the girl in the photo. Her delicate face couldn't compare to the dazzling women surrounding him, yet that smile had poisoned him, haunting his thoughts even three years later."Vivienne," he softly uttered, as if speaking to her in the photo, or perhaps murmuring to himself, "Tell me, how can I forget you? Should I obtain you or destroy you?" If he couldn't have her, then he would destroy her. That had always been his belief, but an unexplained pain pricked at his chest.Faintly, gradually, it deepened, responding to him in the still air.Raising his hand, Ezra closed his eyes, lightly pressing his lips against the cold ring, indulging in its presence.For Vivienne, As
Julian readily admitted, then continued, "But you know, with celebrities, it's better to admire them from a distance. Sometimes, distance adds to the charm. Especially in the entertainment industry, it's a big whirlpool, and getting too close to these stars might lead to disappointment." Vivienne thought her friend, who could be considered a typical fan, was unusually clear-headed and calm. "Julian, have you ever genuinely liked someone, romantically, I mean?" Julian blinked in surprise, not expecting her best friend to suddenly ask such a question. "No," she replied. In her memory, the closest she came to having a crush was in the second grade when she wrote a love letter to a boy who had lots of snacks at home. But because of all the spelling mistakes in the letter, he circled each one and returned it to her. So, Julian's infatuation never had the chance to turn into a first love and ended before it even began. "What about you? Have you ever liked someone?" Julian asked in retur
The man referred to as Sharon seemed visibly angry. Fueled by alcohol, he forcefully shook off Caelan's hand and said, "Her? I want to see what Asher would do to make me regret it if I really laid a hand on her. Am I supposed to end up in the hospital like Gary?"Sharon shouted and swung his fist towards Vivienne. Despite Vivienne's efforts to remain calm, being held by the collar and the inherent physical differences between men and women left her with no escape. Just as Sharon's fist was about to connect, his head was suddenly held tightly by a hand, and the next moment, his body was kicked away with force.In the blink of an eye, when Vivienne regained her senses, she saw the man who intended to hit her already sprawled on the ground. Asher's foot was pressing down on the hand that had thrown the punch, and his usually clear and handsome face was now covered in a shadow.Lily took the opportunity to run to Vivienne's side and asked, "Are you okay? Did anything happen?" When she wit
The screams and shouts around suddenly turned into silence. It seemed that no one expected the person who had been so ruthless just moments ago to be beaten without even fighting back.The group of people who had come with Sharon finally regained their senses and rushed forward to restrain him. "Let go of me! I'm not done yet!" Sharon shouted."Have you had enough, Sharon? Do you want your whole family to be buried with you?!" Caelan yelled, raising his hand and delivering a harsh slap to Sharon.Sharon jolted, instantly coming to his senses and fixing his gaze on Asher. His white attire was in disarray, and the most disturbing sight was the trickle of blood sliding down his forehead.Everyone knew about Asher's family's protective nature and their inclination for retaliation. Messing with the Montgo family meant rarely getting away unscathed.With a frightened expression, Sharon finally began to feel fear. After all, his family's influence in the military was far inferior to that of
As the car drove halfway, Asher seemed to be weakened due to blood loss. He leaned heavily on Vivienne's shoulder, his whole body appearing sluggish and drowsy.The light inside the car was dim and tinged with a yellow hue. Vivienne lowered her head and observed his once fair complexion, now almost translucent under the smears of blood.Pale and fragile!"Don't fall asleep! Please, don't!" Vivienne exclaimed by Asher's ear, fearing that he might drift off and...As if hearing her voice, his eyes slowly opened, fixated on her without blinking.Silent and profound, like an eternal gaze.At this moment, Vivienne felt a sense of regret. She regretted saying those words to him earlier. If she hadn't said them, he wouldn't have allowed himself to be beaten without fighting back, and he wouldn't be bleeding from his head like this.Since childhood, her words had the power to influence every aspect of his life!Caelan drove the car directly to the best hospital in town. Obviously, he had alre
Montgo family's influence, without Caelan's explanation, Vivienne was well aware of it, and she felt that his words carried a deeper meaning. As expected, Caelan continued, "I am Asher's friend, so there is something I would like to ask you." Pausing for a moment, he stared at Vivienne and asked, "It's obvious to anyone that Asher cares about you, but what about you? What kind of feelings do you have for him?"Being a scion of a prestigious family like Caelan, his greatest skill was to understand people's hearts. Under his gaze, Vivienne felt as if she was being seen through."That's my private matter," she replied, pursing her lips."Is it?" Caelan said with a faint smile. "I just want to remind you that Asher is different from ordinary people. He's not someone you can play around with."Yes, she had always known that he was different from ordinary people! "I have never played with him," Vivienne said, looking directly at Caelan."Do you love him?" Caelan asked after observing Vivien
Chapter 33: Obsession"How's the wound? Does it hurt?" Vivienne asked."If I say it hurts, what would you do?" Asher countered.Vivienne paused. Yes, even if he was truly in pain, what could she do?He raised his hand, free from the IV drip, and suddenly brushed back his own bangs, revealing the faint scar on his previously flawless forehead. Though it was not long and the stitching was skillfully done, it resembled a crack in a perfect porcelain piece, a mark of imperfection."Is it ugly?" he murmured.She shook her head. "Don't worry, the doctor said that if it heals well, there won't be any scar.""If I'm not good-looking, would you still like me?" For him, whether there would be a scar, whether it would hurt or not, was not what concerned him. The only thing he cared about was her reaction. "You said that you would like me because I'm good-looking."She hesitated. Those were words spoken in their childhood innocence. Back then, she simply thought he looked like a beautiful doll, a
Asher's injury required him to stay in the hospital for two days, despite his strong reluctance. However, Vivienne insisted on him staying to ensure that his wound was properly taken care of before she could feel at ease.On the second day of Asher's hospitalization, Vivienne encountered the eldest son of the Montgo family, Timothy, Asher's older brother.The word "cold" had been used to describe the Montgo brothers before. If Asher's coldness was a hollow emptiness that made it impossible to find a sense of presence in his eyes, then Timothy's coldness was a chilling indifference that kept people at a distance.Facing such a man, simply standing in front of you, silently watching you, would make you feel a trembling fear.When Timothy, dressed in military uniform, appeared before Vivienne and called her name with his icy voice, she was genuinely stunned. Although she had met Timothy a few times before, they were not familiar with each other. Frankly speaking, Vivienne felt that Timot