A love to die for

8th November was the date when Viviana Cassius’s private jet landed, marking the end of yet another extravagant weekend abroad. Her trips were always special, punctuated by lavish shopping sprees in the most exclusive boutiques around the world. Everything about her screamed opulence and exclusivity. 

Viviana’s outfits were masterpieces, handcrafted by the finest seamstresses after being designed by top designers in the industry. Her jewellery was out-of-this-world unique, with accessories customised for her. But it wasn’t just her lifestyle that turned heads; her beauty was equally striking. Though she was naturally pretty but she still made sure to ggo under the knife several times to get that flawless look that was unmatched. 

Luck had been on Viviana’s side since childhood and at times when it was not by her side,  she simply bought. Life was that simple for her, as the sole heiress of Alister Cassius, an old and immensely wealthy business tycoon. Alister owned a chain of companies under the trademark of Cassius Inc, He held shares in every major industry in the country and was named the richest man of the country a few hundred times in several magazines. If he wished, he could practically name Viviana the queen of the country, and no one would dare contest it.

Awaiting Viviana’s arrival was a long line of sleek, black cars, a testament to the protocol that ensured her journey back to the mansion would be smooth and undisturbed. As she descended the jet’s steps, she surveyed her surroundings through her designer sunglasses, perched perfectly on her freshly sculpted nose. Behind her, a line of servants struggled with her mountain of baggage, the fruits of her latest shopping spree.

“Miss, welcome back,” greeted a neat man in a black suit, his gloved hands clasped in respect, head slightly bowed. “The chairman is waiting for you at lunch. This way, please.”

Viviana clicked her tongue, giving him a condescending look. “I have a meeting with a friend. I will see him tomorrow,” she said, brushing past him.

“Miss, the chairman is not feeling well. He really wishes to see you,” the man insisted, stepping in front of her to block her path.

“How dare you stop me? Do you wish to die?” she screamed, her face contorting with anger.

“Miss, these are orders from the chairman. He really wishes to see you. It has been a month since he last saw you. Please, Miss,” he almost begged.

“Get out of my way,” Viviana’s voice dripped with icy resolve, her forehead veins popping as her fury peaked. The man didn’t move from his spot as they were orders from her grandfather. 

Viviana stood for a moment, glaring at him before snapping her fingers at her secretary, who was following closely. Instantly, her secretary handed over her phone. Viviana dialed a number, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Hello?” A weak, shaky voice answered after a few rings. “Vivi! My child, I heard you landed. I sent some men to pick you up for lunch. I have your favorite food ready.”