—Current Day —
Viviana stood in front of the door of the king en suit in the penthouse. It read her frame print, clicking open and letting her in.
She staggered over to the living room, pausing as her gaze glided to the chair Nikolas was last seated that day. He'd been right there, begging her not to go out. To stay with him.
Why?
'Did he have a feeling that something was wrong?' Her heart shattered as she thought, her body trembling where she stood.
If she had stayed behind none of this would have happened right? Nikolas was strong and he knew he could protect her with his own strength. But when she was that far from him with her life on the line…
…When his weakness was used against him…
Her chest felt tight like it could squeeze into smithereens and she quickly swallowed her sob. She'd been crying for so many days now and she couldn't afford to do it anymore.
