2025-09-04 02:37:25Helena had just stepped out of the car when Vivianne arrived. Her once calm gaze instantly turned sharp, blazing with anger as she glared at Vivianne.
Helena approached her, pausing only to stroke her granddaughter’s head.
“I don’t know what you mean, Grandma,” Vivianne replied softly.
“I’ll take it as you being in denial, and this is your way of forgetting that foolish man. There are only two hours left until the event begins, and a special guest will be coming—especially for you! You must get ready at once,” Helena said.
She linked arms with Vivianne, but the young woman—the granddaughter she once cherished most—immediately shoved her off.
Vivianne’s voice trembled, her eyes brimming with tears. Her heart was torn, conflicted, yet she still loved Evan deeply and hoped that her husband would later give her the best answer she longed for.
Helena stepped closer, wearing a smile of false compassion, as though she sympathized. But instead of comfort, she landed a slap across Vivianne’s face.
She shoved Vivianne roughly, nearly sending her granddaughter tumbling to the ground. But before she could fall, a man—none other than Gideon—caught her swiftly.
Gideon smiled broadly, then shifted his gaze toward Helena. “What’s going on, Grandma? Why did you push Vivianne?”
“I was simply venting my frustration at the foolish choices she’s made! She’s also been disrespectful to you and Selene, hasn’t she?!”
“I don’t mind what happened earlier at the boutique. Vivianne did nothing wrong. The only one who deserves your anger is that ex-convict.”
At those words, Vivianne immediately pulled her shoulder away from Gideon’s grasp. Her gesture of discomfort didn’t go unnoticed, prompting Gideon to try another tactic.
Vivianne let out a long sigh, said nothing, and walked away from the two of them. Disgust and frustration weighed heavily on her. She couldn’t wait to see Evan tonight. Her resolve to defend her marriage only grew stronger, and her doubts about Evan’s honesty began to fade.
She slammed her bedroom door shut, letting her tears fall freely.
Vivianne threw herself onto the bed, grabbed a pillow, and pressed it over her face as she screamed.
She got up, opened her closet, and found a brown dress with a scandalously low neckline.
Vivianne yanked the dress from the hanger, threw it to the floor in fury, and collapsed back onto the bed in sorrow. Her heart was restless. As the hour of the event drew near, she still couldn’t shake the dark thoughts swarming her mind. Nausea rose within her—what if Evan didn’t come?
“Vivianne, are you ready?!”
It wasn’t her grandmother or parents who stood there, but Selene. The woman wore a sinister grin, eyes gleaming with vengeance.
Selene’s scorn shifted into a wide smile as she gently patted Vivianne’s shoulder, pretending intimacy.
“I came to fetch you, and also to apologize for how poorly I treated you back at the boutique. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?”
Vivianne shoved her hand away and answered sharply.
“I understand your anger. Yes, I went too far—but you must know, it’s only because I care about you, Vivianne. After all, you deserve the very best. Darian Voss is the greatest gift Grandma Helena could ever give you!”
Selene’s words shook Vivianne’s heart. She stared at her in disbelief.
She quickly pushed the thought aside and pressed Selene further.
“I went with your mother earlier to meet his secretary. He sent a beautiful cake for tonight’s introduction—just for you! You’re going to marry him! You’ll finally be free from Evan’s shadow! The Voss family is magnificent, Vivianne!” Selene exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.
Hearing this, Vivianne hurried down the stairs, dread filling her chest. All she wanted now was to speak with her grandmother and parents, to stop this event at once.
“Vivianne! You’re so slow!”
“Grandma, you must listen to me! I don’t want to marry Darian Voss!”
Helena squeezed her granddaughter’s hand and whispered, “Don’t speak nonsense, Vivianne! I don’t want to hear any excuses. Now go meet Darian—he’s waiting in the dining hall!”
“But Grandma, I don’t—”
Vivianne’s words were cut off by a voice. Evan had arrived, impeccably dressed.
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The afternoon sun hung low over the hills of Saint-Tropez, painting the sky in vibrant strokes of magenta, gold, and soft violet. A gentle sea breeze rustled through the cypress trees, carrying the sharp, sweet fragrance of crushed grapes and wild lavender across the high stone terrace of Villa Seraphine.Below in the private vineyard, the harvest had concluded for the day. Sturdy wooden crates filled to the brim with dark, glistening grapes were already stacked neatly near the estate's cellar entrance, waiting for the evening pressing. The quiet chatter of the local village workers faded down the winding gravel driveway as their trucks departed, leaving behind the peaceful, timeless tranquility of the Mediterranean evening.On the main stone terrace, a long wooden table had been set for a quiet family dinner. White linen napkins, crystal glasses, and small bowls of cured olives and fresh figs caught the warm golden light of the setting sun.Evan stood by the stone balustrade, watchin
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The late summer heat had given way to the deep, golden stillness of early September. Across the low, rolling hills of the estate’s private vineyard, heavy clusters of dark purple grapes hung ripe on the vine, ready for the annual harvest.The morning air carried a sharp, crisp edge from the Alps, cutting through the warm coastal breeze. High above the sea, the Villa Seraphine seemed to rest in complete harmony with the land, its ancient stone walls sun-baked and peaceful under a vast, cloudless sky.Inside the spacious kitchen, the aroma of fresh espresso, warm honey, and stone-baked bread filled the room. Large glass doors stood wide open to the stone patio, letting in the cheerful sound of birdsong from the olive grove.Evan stood by the marble island, wearing a casual dark green sweater and comfortable trousers. He was carefully spreading apricot jam over a slice of warm brioche, his movements calm and entirely unhurried. Across the counter, three-year-old Leo sat on a high chair,
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Five years later.The morning sun over the Côte d'Azur was brilliant and warm, cutting through the light mist rolling off the Mediterranean and bathing the Villa Seraphine in a soft, golden glow. The air was rich with the familiar scent of wild pine, lavender, and the salt of the sea, carrying the quiet, steady rhythm of the tide crashing against the stone cliffs below.Evan stood on the wide stone terrace, wearing a loose white linen shirt and light trousers, a cup of dark espresso in his hand. His dark hair was lightly touched with a few faint strands of silver at the temples, but his face was relaxed, carrying a deep, unshakeable calm that only years of true peace could forge.He leaned against the warm stone balustrade, watching the small wooden sailboat bobbing gently in the water near the private pier. Beside him, an old, leather-bound book on coastal navigation lay open on the iron table."Are you planning on sailing to Corsica before breakfast, or just admiring the rigging?"E
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The morning of the showcase arrived with a crisp, clear radiance over Paris. The rain from the previous night had washed the city clean, leaving the grey limestone facades along Rue de Grenelle gleaming under a pale amber sun.Inside the main showroom of the LaRue Atelier, the air was thick with the rich scent of freshly cut white lilies, espresso, and steam. Long racks of tailored winter coats, velvet evening gowns, and hand-embroidered silk capes lined the perimeter of the polished parquet floor. Tailors, dressmakers, and lighting technicians moved with quiet, practiced efficiency under Elliot’s watchful eye.Evan stood on the small iron balcony overlooking the courtyard, holding a warm cup of black coffee. He wore a dark navy sweater and tailored trousers, looking every bit the relaxed proprietor of a thriving European house. His eyes scanned the cobblestones below, noting the two discreet security guards posted near the archway—not as tactical sentries watching for an armed assaul
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The Paris train station was a cathedral of iron and glass, alive with the rhythmic hiss of steam engines and the echoing shuffle of thousands of autumn travelers. Outside, a gentle French rain slicked the grey cobblestones of Rue de Grenelle, reflecting the glowing yellow streetlamps as dusk settled over the city.Inside the quiet sanctuary of the LaRue Atelier’s private upper-floor apartment, a crackling fire burned in the marble hearth. The room smelled of old paper, polished mahogany, and the faint, sweet scent of roasting chestnuts wafting up from the street vendor below.Evan stood by the tall sash window, holding a crystal glass of sparkling mineral water. He watched the rain streak down the glass pane, blurring the lights of the Parisian boulevard. In the reflection, he saw Vivienne sitting at a small antique writing desk across the room, carefully reviewing the guest list for the private autumn showcase set for the following evening."You've been standing at that window for tw
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Autumn arrived on the Côte d'Azur not with a bitter chill, but with a subtle sharpening of the light. The thick, golden haze of late summer gave way to crisp blue skies and cool morning air that drifted down from the Maritime Alps. The sea turned a deeper shade of sapphire, its waves lapping rhythmically against the secluded stone cove below the Villa Seraphine.Inside the villa’s primary studio, the high ceiling-to-floor windows were propped wide open. A gentle breeze stirred the long lengths of charcoal wool, midnight-blue velvet, and silver-threaded lace hanging from tall iron display racks.Vivienne stood at a large cutting table, a pair of heavy brass shears in hand, carefully shearing through a bolt of double-faced cashmere. Her dark hair was gathered into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, secured with an amber pin. She worked with quiet, practiced rhythm, completely immersed in the tactile creation of her upcoming winter line.From the corner of the studio, the steady, rhyth
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