The Mafia's Forgotten Obsession

ovans' company, announcing an elegant presence. With the delicious s

ival, exchanged knowing glances and

stepped out of the elevator, followed by other staff greetings. Vivienne f

them, she could h

ful. Does she ev

being the soon-to-be CEO of

that handsome, wea

heard she still mourn

on work before we ge

the sickening whispers. She wondered

having deliberately slowed down to

rom wandering over her past and most recent burdens. Her hands glided over the spines of numerous boo

couldn't register it. Suddenly, two pairs of hands snaked ar

voice whispered against her n

ected contact. She turned around abruptly, breaki

"What am I doing in my fiancée's office? C'mon Vee, you need to relax and start acting like my fiancée. D

lieve you can replace hims. Even if we eventually get married, you can't, so dream less. You can't have m

ecovered before it could linger there. "You are my wife-to-be,

ng and he had the charms most daring women would love to have around t

am not your biggest fan, and I would only do this because Tristan and my parent

ars, Vivienne. Tristan is long gone. Why do you always bring him into our conversations? It's unpleasant and becoming unbearable." Sparing him another dry l

n his hard grip. "Don't ignore me while I'm talking to you, Vivienne," He snapped and Vivienne's eyes contorted with fe

er to collect himself before turning back abrupt

ou to leave me alone and tell my parents you don't want this m

ad to pretend to everyone, including our parents, that we were dating. Now, you'v

chain pendant hanging down her neck, a gift Tristan gifted her many years ago. Tobias eyes

Tobias ran a hand through his brown curls, infuriated. Vivienne had a look that s

sible, selfish, and... you are just a stark contrast to Tristan. You can never be

irresponsible stuff. Tobias, can you really do something right about yourself? Maybe I might possib

" Anger blared in Tobias' eyes as he glared at her, jaw clenching as if he was going

at on the couch looking agitated. His everly modern mother, Natalie, stood by the

w you take alcoholic drinks" Tobias complained. "I'm fine son." She

her plan, It's been eight good years and

she won't marry you," Natalie's voice,

t we want," Tobias suggested, an evil smile curling his lips. Natalie took an

a child. We can eliminate them after that. Don't worry about her stubbornness, her father won't allow her cancel the marriage plan. I know

ceived a call from the Donovans

Audrey Donovan informed Tobias and a