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My future husband was devastation poured into a suit. Not handsome
by conventional means, but so powerful and compelling his presence swallowed every molecule of oxygen in the room like a black hole consuming a newborn star.
Leaders who are out of touch are leaders who fail.”
“How does he look at me?”
“Like he never wants to look away.”
“You want to know the truth, Vivian? If I loved you
as much as he claims to love you, nothing would’ve stopped me from keeping you.”
“Because you’re mine.” His teeth scored my neck. “You wear my ring. You’ve come on my face and hand. You live in my head all the fucking time, even if I don’t want you to...” His palm slid to my hip, where his fingers dug grooves into my skin. “And God, I want to punish you for driving me so damn crazy. Every. Single. Day.”
“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” His voice turned harsh. “You”—thrust—”are”—thrust—”my”—thrust—”wife.”
It felt like hope.
It felt like desire. It felt like ruin and salvation all in one.
“You don’t know what you do to me.”
Somehow, somewhere along the way, I’d fallen in love with Vivian Lau.
“Don’t let your pursuit of wrath ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Yeah, figuring things out with Vivian will be hard, but you’ve always been a fighter. So fucking fight.”
“You’ve been gone less than a week and I already feel like I’ve spent an eternity in hell.”
“Something has changed. I thought I could live without you. That my vengeance meant more than my feelings for you. It took only a few days—hell, a few hours—to realize I can’t, and it doesn’t. I didn’t want to distract you while you were preparing for the ball, which is why I haven’t reached
out earlier. But…” His throat worked with another swallow. “I love you, Vivian. More than I could ever hate your father. And more than I ever thought I was capable of.”
“The apartment isn’t the same without you, mia cara.”
A sky without stars, a home without heart.
“Fuck, Vivian, I didn’t think I was capable of missing someone so much. But I am, and I do.”
“I don’t want anyone,” I said fiercely. “I want you. Your wit and intelligence, your kindness and charm. The way your eyes crinkle when you laugh and how your smile makes the world tilt just a little bit. I even want the disgusting food combinations you put together and somehow make taste good.”
