The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 278

Violet's face drained of color; her lips trembled, and her words tumbled out in a panic.

The man, oblivious to her fear, stood abruptly and seized her hand. He forced a ring-one he'd clearly bought in advance-onto her finger, jamming it onto her left hand.

"You're Vivian. Stop lying to me," he insisted, his voice thick with obsession. "I've loved you for years. I've saved every photo of you, watched every race you've ever competed in.

My bedroom walls are covered with your posters. I even used computer software to strip away your clothes in a photo-just one, but I keep it hidden in my wallet."

He sounded intoxicated by his own fantasies, his words sickeningly crude.

"I look at you every day, think about you every night. Sometimes I even touch your pictures. Vivian, marry me."

Violet reeled from his words, on the verge of fainting.

"I'm not I swear, I'm not her..."

Once, she'd worn the name Vivian as a badge of honor. Now, faced with this deranged man, she wanted nothing more than to run.

her cheeks as she slid weakly to the

grew more

the Formula One

have any idea how many men worship you? I'm just one of them. The thought of holding you at night, touching you, it makes

I'll ever love. Please, Vivian, say you'll marry

ears, trembling, her eyes wide with terror as he

not! You've got the wrong

race? I crashed. Another woman took the trophy. She's Vivian. Go find her, not

sobbed, curling into herself, shaking like

can't fool me

her-but suddenly, a group

"Freeze! On the ground-now!"

move-hands behind your

his arms and forcing him face-down onto

Vivian!" he shrieked, his cries animalistic, refusing to beg

finger and flung it away. It bounced across the floor, rolling until

couldn't help himself he found Victoria's number and called for Maynard to bring the