Destined To Be: The Trillionare is Mine.

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ory of her cold smile and veiled threats stayed with me, making it impossible to ignore her presence. Mark a

pression. He had been on a business call, his voice low and controlled, as though he were trying

seat beside me, "there's s

, bracing myself.

has been digging around, asking questions about you. She's trying to find out as muc

my chest. "Why is she so determined to interfere?" I asked,

gnation. "Vivian thrives on control. She hates the idea of someone else having any

painfully clear. Vivian wasn't going to back down, and she

eling the weight of her inte

m. "I'm not going to let her manipulate or intimid

dding. I wasn't about to let Vivian scare me away either.

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ight do us both some good," he said, his tone lighter than it had been all day

hat had a cozy, intimate atmosphere with soft lighting and gentle music. As we were seat

oying the meal. I almost felt like a different person-a version of myself un

ppiness was

k as I recognized Vivian, dressed elegantly in a dark dress that seemed to command attention. She spo

y, her voice as polished as ever.

emained composed. "Vivian," he replied,

her eyes never left us. "It's such a small w

ive her the satisfaction of seeing me falter. "Yes, ver

eyes. "Flora, I hope you're adjusting well. This world ca

ade it clear she saw me as an outsider, someone who did

replied with a calm smile.

I could see the gears turning in her mind, as if she were

ze flicking to Mark. "Just remember, Mark, that not everyone is

it clear he wasn't buying into her thinly veiled insults. "Vivian, I appreciate y

rowing slightly. "Of course. I'm j

ail of tension in her wake. I let out a breath I hadn't realiz

o give up, does she?" I muttere

ut don't let her get to you, Flora. She's playing her games, hopi

h. Vivian had made it clear that she wasn't going to back down, a

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e a shadow I couldn't escape. Strange calls came in at odd hours, and I received anonymous notes with cryptic, unse

used to show any fear. If this was Vivian's way

planning. As he explained the details, his phone buzzed with a

I asked, sensi

ge, and my blood ran c

lasts. Some things don't end

promise that she wasn't done with us yet. Mark

he said firmly. "She

frustrated and helpless. "She's been r

ination. "Vivian has always relied on intimidation and manip

e type to let someone like Vivian push him around, and I could see t

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day at the apartment, wondering what he planned to do. Part of me wanted to confront Vivian

ange sense of calm, as if the fresh air was washing away the tension that had been building up inside me. I

iliar voice bro

lo

expression cold and calculating. She had an air of c

g my tone steady. "Is th

ed on me. "I just thought we should

f to stay calm. "There's nothing to discuss. Wha

amusing. "You're naive, Flora. You think you can just walk in

ong to me," I replied firmly. "Mark made

ury. "I don't lose, Flora. And I certainly do

it's time you learned that not everything can be controlled, Vivi

a flash of somethi

eneath the polished exterior. But she qui

," she said, her voice laced with venom.

d. I knew that Vivian wasn't going to stop, that this was only the beginning of her games. But I was

und resolve filled me. If Vivian wanted a chal