Chapter 336

Ethan's fingers twitched, aching to brush against Vivian's cheek, but he restrained himself.

The man who rarely spoke more than necessary was suddenly laying his heart bare. "It's true. Think it over carefully. I'll come for your answer at dawn."

Vivian's fists clenched briefly before she surprised him with a quiet nod. "Alright."

For the twins growing inside her, she would consider it—if he truly meant to start anew.

Once he left, she stood before the towering French windows, gazing down at the city lights. Her future stretched before her, demanding a choice.

Should I rebuild my family's legacy alone? Or return to the shelter of the Blackwood name?

Neither path came without sacrifice.

Her phone shattered the silence. An unknown number—not from Newport or Edinburgh, but Nordhaven.

The female voice on the line turned her blood to ice. Jaw clenched, she endured the pleasantries before snapping, "Fine. I'm coming."

Within the hour, Vivian arrived at Pinecrest Manor—Cassandra's gilded cage.

The mountain retreat was one of Blackwood Group's exclusive properties, its pristine forests and luxury facilities reserved for elite guests. Mist curled between ancient pines as the white European castle loomed ahead, a monument to obscene wealth.

Stepping from the car, Vivian was assaulted by the scent of roses. Acres of crimson blooms stained the horizon, framing Cassandra where she lounged in the garden.

Dressed in white, the woman hummed while trimming flowers—a picture of leisure.

Vivian's lips curled. "How cozy. Forgotten by the world, yet living like royalty."

Cassandra turned with a feline smile. "Troubles fade in places like this."

"You're not staying. You're hiding." The barb hit its mark.

Unfazed, Cassandra inhaled a rose's fragrance. "Jealousy doesn't suit you. Nathaniel never adored you like this, did he? His lawful wife?"

Vivian crossed her arms. "Do enlighten me. How exactly did he adore you?"

She'd play along—for now. The viper's performance was almost entertaining.