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Vivian was still out there somewhere; I just didn’t know where, but I wouldn’t give up just yet. I’d keep looking until I found her.

I heard my phone vibrate on the bedside table, and I reached for it. It was Andrei calling.

“Yes?” I answered.

“Your jet is ready for takeoff at 10 AM,” he informed me.

I massaged my eyes tiredly, a familiar headache forming. “Alright.”

I ended the call and tossed the phone aside.

Where are you, Vivian?

Chapter 17 – Vivian

“You’ve got this.”

I stood before the mirror in the restroom, staring at the beautiful, mature woman looking back at me with a charming grin etched upon her face. This woman was blonde as opposed to the brunette that I once was. She had her hair tied up in a slick bun and a pair of glasses perched over her shimmering blue eyes.

This woman was so gorgeous, clad in an office suit. She looked so professional yet classy—a little nerdy yet sexy. Her eyes brightened when she smiled. She seemed happy, almost fulfilled, so to speak. The woman in the mirror was somebody I never would’ve become if I hadn’t taken that bold move to run away.

She was a more responsible, more grown-up version of the girl I used to be. This girl was the woman of my dreams, and in her head, fantastic ideas were stored, ones that made the company I was working for the best at what they did.

I heaved a sigh, satisfied by the image in the mirror before me. I couldn’t help but give myself some praise; every once in a while, I had to cut myself some slack and tell myself that I’d done pretty well. Indeed, I had.

Moving to Valencia here in Spain was the best decision I’d made in a long time. At first, I’d been a little skeptical after Tyler helped me with the paperwork and all the necessary documents to fly out of the country. I’d known I didn’t have a choice, but at the last minute, I’d paused for a moment, giving the decision my final thoughts.

While I stood there before that mirror, I could hear the soothing voice of the woman over the public address system echoing through the terminal.

My mind drifted to that day.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that Flight 212 to Valencia, Spain, is now boarding at Gate 27. Also, Flight 88 to Barcelona has been delayed due to weather conditions. We apologize for any inconvenience….”

While the girl addressed the travelers in that crowded airport, bustling with activities, everyone was busy doing one thing or another.

I stood, holding my suitcase in my hand. The cap over my head had its brim curved so well that it concealed my identity. Over my face sat a pair of dark glasses, my hoodie was flipped over the cap. I wore a pair of blue jeans and a brown checkered shirt with a simple jacket.

“Alright, remember,” Tyler started, the both of us glancing around the crowd for any suspicious movement.

I looked at him, paying rapt attention.

“Vivian Kennedy is dead,” he said. “That maniac made sure of that; now, we have to continue with that narrative. You’re someone else now.”

I glanced at my passport and sighed softly.

“You’re Kiara Keith from now on.” He studied the environment for a moment. “You’ve been such a good actress with Daniil, pretending to be someone you’re not for over a week. I’m sure you can pull this off.” He smiled at me.

“Pretending for one week is one thing; living the rest of my life under false pretenses is an entirely different ball game,” I lamented, almost tearing up.

It was harder than I thought—leaving all that I knew behind just because I wanted to get away from one man. I hated him for this, for ruining my life.

“I know this isn’t easy for you,” Tyler said, his voice calm and soothing. “But right now, we don’t really have a choice.” He held my hand. “If you’re going to elude that monster, the best way is to stay hidden.”

I sighed. My heart was heavy, but he was right; the only other option was to stay back and wait for him to eventually find me.

No! Hell, no.

“Remember what we discussed: no internet, no taking pictures, no posting on social media,” he said, cautioning me against any reckless actions.

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