Vivian’s pov ;
I sat in Asher's study, sipping my juice, still trying to figure out what the hell my life had turned into. I’d been living in this damn house for a few days now, and somehow, I was slowly getting used to it.
He's barely around now, which I thought would be a good thing, but he leaves his big, scary men behind to keep an eye on me. For “security,” he says.
But I know it’s just to make sure I don’t try to run. They report every single thing I do to him. He’s like an obsessive boyfriend, tracking every move I make.
From what I’ve observed, and from overhearing bits of his phone calls, he’s up to something bigger than I realised. He’s hiding a ridiculous amount of black money, trying to transfer it under his name. It makes sense now why his family doesn’t seem to be on g
