Vivian’s pov ;
I woke up starving in the middle of the night.
I stood in the kitchen, staring at the open fridge, feeling utterly frustrated. The shelves were stocked with all sorts of fancy foods—imported cheeses, meats, sauces I couldn’t even pronounce—but nothing I wanted.
My stomach grumbled again, and to my horror, I felt the sting of tears burning behind my eyes. Why am I crying? Over food? It felt ridiculous, yet I couldn’t stop the overwhelming frustration bubbling inside me.
How could someone as rich as him have everything yet nothing I wanted? I wiped at my cheeks, angry with myself for getting so emotional over something so stupid. It’s just hunger, I told myself. But still, the tears kept falling.
Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me. “Vivian?”
I flinched and turned ar
