The Sinclair Series Book #1: Tragedy Of Love

Chapter Sixteen: Grounded

Victoria's POV
"I'm not a coward. I'm not a coward. I'm not a coward." I chanted as I paced outside the residence of the Deverauxs. I never returned to Dublin. I waited to see if the wedding would happen. When it became news that it won't, I found my way here to level with the devil before she takes my daughter, my only family from me. "I'm not a coward. I'm not a coward."

A black car approached the tall iron gates. I stood my ground not moving. As soon as it was outside the gate it pulled over. The back window rolled down and Armor smiled at me. "Well this isn't something you see everyday!"

"I'm not a coward..." I whispered and got closer. "We need to talk!"

It came out loud and strange.

She stayed in the back seat quietly. Her smile faded. "About what?"

"About Vivienne." The window rolled back up. I expected the car to drive off but it didn't. The chauffeur opened the back door. She stepped out but didn't move away from the car. It was up to me to get closer. "You already took my husband. Don't take my daughter. Please Armor."

"I never even cared about her until she came to my back yard. She brought herself to me. She ruined my plans. She put herself in this position. It's not me. It's her. So it's a little too late to ask me that. She's on my calendar. When the time is right, she will be cancelled out."

"If you hurt her-"

"What will you do?" She growled. She has dark mean looking eyes. Their darkness sends a chill through anyone she looks at. "Hmmm Vicky? What will you do?"

Nothing. I won't do anything. I'm just an ant. "Nothing. I won't do anything. But rest assured that every bad thing you do will come back to bite you some day."

"I have something that belongs to you. I have had it for years."

"What do you have?"

"Let's call it collateral in case you don't comply. Have a lovely day."

She got into her car.

Long after she was gone, my heart raced violently. What does she have that belongs to me?

Vivi's POV
It feels like we are hiding.

There's a bustling Scott beneath us living every second with such vigor while we are in a penthouse surrounded by bodyguards. I'm not even allowed to go to the window. It's a suffocating feeling. It doesn't help that Henrik is tense. It's been three days since he put off the wedding. We haven't heard from Aria. He wants to wait for his father to say one last good bye before we leave. My heart breaks for him.

"Maybe if I stayed away you wouldn't be in this position." I voiced my thoughts.

He clenched his jaw. The muscles in his back tightened and I noticed it from the white shirt. He tilted his head slightly looking my way. I barely get out of bed. This pregnancy is already wearing me out. I'm wasting away. It's not just the baby 'eating' away at me but also the stress levels in me. I have lived a fairly care free life. I have never worried this much. If it was just me i would have done something im good at and that is running away. But it's not just ne anymore. There's a baby and there's Henrik. I can't run. I'm grounded.

"It was an eventuality that couldn't be avoided Vivienne. Whether I married her or not, it was inevitable." He faced away again.

I crawled over to him sitting with my legs spread so that he's in between. I rested my head on his firm back wrapping my hands around his tight abs. "How can I help?"

"Help me keep you and the baby alive." He placed his hands on top of mine. "If I ever lose you I'll lose my mind ma chérie. I'll die."

"Don't say that. You won't lose me." I gave him an uncertain assurance. "I love you."