CHAPTER 91
Author: Rachel Holt
last update2026-03-08 23:09:20

Vivian could not take it anymore.

She got into her car. Started driving with no destination in mind.

She just needed to get away.. From everything.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel too tight. Her foot pressed the gas pedal harder than it should.

The speedometer climbed. 50. 60. 70.

She did not care.

The streets were empty.. Just her and the road and the anger burning in her chest.

Everything had fallen apart.

Marcus hated her. The public hated her. She had no money. No friends. No future.

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