Lucien’s POV
Having Vivienne in the house was a nightmare. My office meetings were completely disrupted by the non-stop drama echoing from the lower floors, mostly because my sister spent the entire day trying to make Lila’s life a living hell. She didn't unpack her bags, she didn't try to clear her name with the press, and she certainly didn't rest after her long flight from Paris. Instead, she directed every ounce of her chaotic, bratty energy toward my wife, trying her best to humiliate her in front of the mansion staff.
Vivienne spent the morning strutting around the estate, treating the place like her personal kingdom and ordering Lila around like a low-paid servant.
I stood on the glass terrace overlooking the backyard, a folder of contracts forgotten in my hand, as I watched the
