Chapter 147

Ethan Roscente stood motionless, watching Vivian Laurent's bloodshot eyes.

He knew she needed space.

"I'll come back later," he said, turning to leave.

"Stop!"

Vivian's voice cut like a blade.

Ethan froze, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

"If you ever show your face near me again, I'll destroy you."

Her nails dug into her palms.

"Vivian, about last night—"

"Get out!"

She hurled a vase from the coffee table.

Ethan sidestepped as glass shattered at his feet.

One last glance, then he walked out.

The door clicked shut. Vivian collapsed onto the sofa.

Every muscle ached as if she'd been run over.

Fragmented memories flooded back—Ethan pinning her down like a rabid animal.

She pounded the cushions with clenched fists.

Her phone buzzed.

Ethan's message appeared: [Sent food over.]

She blocked the number without hesitation.

Under the scalding shower, she studied the bruises in the mirror.

Her fist smashed through the reflection.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the glass.

Meanwhile, Ethan was mobilizing his team.

"Monitor Sophia Evans' flight," he ordered coldly. "Detain her upon landing."

The voice on the line acknowledged.

Ethan massaged his temples.

This situation had spiraled beyond control.

—

Wrapped in a robe, Vivian dialed Lucas Lefèvre.

"Viv?"

"Run a background check."

She gave Chase Blanchet's name.

Keyboard clatter sounded through the receiver.

"Found him. This guy's connected."

Lucas' tone turned grave.

"Compile the evidence."

Vivian's laugh held no warmth. "I want him locked away forever."

"Understood."

Lucas hesitated. "Viv, about last night—"

"I'm fine." She cut him off. "Just do it."

Ending the call, she tossed the phone aside.

A dull throb pulsed between her thighs.

She hurled a pillow at the wall.

Ethan Roscente would pay for this.