Chapter 116

Ethan's eyes snapped open, burning with frustration. "You can play your little games, Vivian, but don't push me too far. A little teasing is fun, but there's a line."

He closed the distance between them, his confidence unshaken.

To him, this was just another one of Vivian's ploys—an attempt to make him jealous. After all, she had been obsessed with him for years. There was no way she had moved on that easily.

Vivian was beyond exasperated. She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of his face. "Ethan, you need professional help. Is this your idea of revenge because of the headlines? Leave now, or I swear I'll drag you to court tomorrow."

Ethan froze, his gaze narrowing at the phone in her hand. "What the hell are you doing?"

Vivian ignored him. The moment the photo was taken, she dialed the police. Her voice trembled with fake distress. "Officer, I need help! I'm at Sunrise Heights. A stalker followed me home and won't leave. He's harassing me—please hurry!"

Ethan's jaw tightened. He almost scoffed, ready to argue that the police wouldn’t interfere in a domestic dispute—until he remembered.

They weren’t married anymore.

Legally, this was harassment.

Vivian smirked at his hesitation. "The nearest station is five minutes away, Mr. Blackwood. If you don’t leave, they’ll cuff you before you can blink."

She recited coldly, "Article 237 of the Criminal Code—sexual harassment carries a minimum five-year sentence. Julian Montgomery specializes in these cases. Try me."

Ethan's expression darkened. So this wasn’t a game. She genuinely wanted him gone.

Women never rejected him. This was new. And infuriating.

A dangerous possessiveness coiled inside him.

"Sexual harassment, huh?" His voice was low, rough.

Before she could react, he seized her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Then let me show you what a real offense looks like."

His mouth crashed down on hers.

Vivian gasped against his lips, her eyes wide. She shoved at his shoulders, but it only made him deepen the kiss, his grip unrelenting.

Ethan told himself this wasn’t about love. It was about control. But ever since he’d tasted her, he couldn’t stop craving more.

The air between them burned.

What is wrong with this man?!

When they were married, he’d barely glanced at her. Now? He couldn’t keep his hands off her. Did he really think she’d just surrender?

With a sharp jerk, she stomped on his foot.

Ethan hissed in pain, finally releasing her.

Vivian’s chest heaved, her lips swollen. "You’re done, Ethan. I’ll ruin you."

He smirked, unfazed. "Looking forward to it."