Vivienne opened her mouth, as if wanting to say something, when my phone suddenly rang.
“Dorian, I’m here.”
Warmth rose in my chest and I ran downstairs.
I brought Maris back up with me, but before we even entered, voices of an argument spilled out from inside.
“Why? Why should we give him half the shares for nothing? Ever since he walked through the door, your eyes have practically been welded onto him—am I dead to you? If you dare go looking for him again, believe it or not, I’ll send him back to prison—”
The man’s words were cut off by a slap.
“The company was originally his sister’s. It was Selene who brought you home from the streets and paid off your debts. If not for her, who knows in what gutter you’d be rotting now. You’ve ruined him this badly—don’t you fear Selene coming for you in the dead of night?”
Hearing them mention my sister, I felt a sudden wave of irritation.
I pushed open the door and both fell silent instantly.
Vivienne stared intently at the woman holding my hand, her voice hoarse as she demanded,
“Who is she?”
“My fiancée,” I replied.
