𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.
Vivian Rae has only a year to live. Instead of spending his remaining time with the woman he swore to love until his last breath, he makes an unexpected request: he asks his doctor to be his f...
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I was born into privilege, handed everything on a silver platter, but that doesn’t make life easier—it just means your problems are dressed in silk and diamonds.
My father, a powerful industrialist, and my mother, a successful bank manager, play their roles in the perfect family drama.
But I know the truth. I see through the lies, the affairs, the fake smiles.
They’re both cheaters, and I’m the sole witness to their betrayal. It’s a rotten picture painted over with wealth and status.
I’m sick of it. I don’t want any part of their hollow lives.
People think we’re the epitome of a modern family, but it’s all a facade. They don’t know a thing about me—not that I’m a dentist, not that I have dreams, not that I’m in love with a man who they’d never accept.
They think I’m a model or some socialite. They’re clueless. They don’t care to know.
But I know what I want: to be with Vivian, to build a life with him, away from this mess. Me, him, two kids—that’s my dream.
Vivian isn’t rich, but he’s real. He doesn’t steal or cheat. He might look like a thug sometimes, but I love every bit of him.
The way his hair flutters when he takes off his helmet, the intensity in his dark eyes, the way his tall frame towers over me—it all makes my heart race. But it’s his heart that I love most. Beneath that tough exterior, he’s kind, he’s loving, and he’s mine. Without him, I’d be lost. He knows that.
After his mom passed, he’s been smoking constantly. I hate it, but I get it—he’s hurting.
“After your mum left, you’ve been smoking 24/7,” I complain, not because I’m annoyed, but because I care. I can see his pain.
“Yeah, I’m depressed. Isn’t that reason enough?” He blows out a cloud of smoke, his voice empty.
“Stop it, please. It’ll kill you,” I plead, my voice trembling. “I’ll die before you.”
“Shh.” He presses his fingers against my lips, silencing me. “Don’t. I can’t lose you, please.”
“Then promise me you’ll never smoke again,” I demand, holding his gaze. I need to hear it from him.
He looks at me, his eyes softening, filled with a love that makes my heart ache. “Okay. Promise.”
And from that day on, he kept his word. That’s who Vivian is—a man of his word. He loves me, and I love him even more for it. But he proved me wrong when I thought nothing could break us.
We had planned to meet at the mall. Everyone knows about us, but he likes to keep things low-key. My parents, of course, are clueless, too wrapped up in their own lies to notice mine.
