Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 152

Mina paced anxiously, standing rooted to the spot as she pulled out her phone and dialed Vincent’s number.

With so many reporters swarming around—and one of them even pretending to faint on the ground—she dreaded to think how the news would spin this tomorrow.

The Holloway family prided themselves on their reputation and legacy. Her brother Henry was already in prison; if her own name got dragged through the mud now, it could be a fatal blow to the family’s standing.

But no matter how many times she called, Vincent didn’t answer.

Desperate, Mina dialed again and again, but every call went to voicemail.

…

In the car, Vincent’s face was grim. When he saw Mina’s name flash on the screen, he just tossed his phone aside without a second thought.

He’d once believed his love for Mina was unshakeable. After all, how many people keep a teenage crush alive for so many years? He thought it would never change.

Even when Mina had moved abroad and married someone else, even when he, out of spite or rebellion, kept Alicia by his side, he’d never imagined he could fall for another woman.

Yet now, when it came to choosing between Mina and Alicia, the scales inside him tipped further and further in Alicia’s favor.

With every passing day, he found himself drawn more to Alicia…

“Mr. Lawson, Miss Holloway is calling again…” His assistant sounded nervous, half-afraid that Mina wanted Vincent to go to city hall and tie the knot.

He didn’t dare answer Mina’s calls either. No one could guess where things stood between Vincent and her, or what she might demand.

“Don’t answer,” Vincent muttered irritably. Mina had no other reason to call him or his assistant these days—aside from pushing for that marriage license.

The more she tried to tighten her grip, the more suffocated he felt.

His assistant drove him home.

The house felt empty, the silence almost echoing off the walls.

Vincent tossed the gift he was holding onto the table and collapsed onto the sofa, weariness settling over him.

“Vincent, what’ve you been up to lately? Come out for a drink with us. Tyrone’s moving to Seaview City for good, so let’s all get together,” Franklin called just as Vincent stepped out of the elevator.

Unlocking the apartment door, Vincent sighed, rubbing his temples. “Not tonight.”

“What’s going on? Are you and Tyrone really going to fall out over a woman? I’ll set something up, we’ll all hang out,” Franklin insisted, not giving Vincent a chance to decline. “Ten o’clock tonight, at Nocturne Era. Don’t even think about bailing.”

With that, Franklin hung up.

Franklin was the mutual friend between Vincent and Tyrone. The two of them had always been business associates, but their relationship was more than just professional.

Tyrone was a wild card—mercurial, unpredictable, the kind of guy most people in their circle steered clear of.

Vincent, on the other hand, was known for his competence, and he and Tyrone had always respected each other.

If it hadn’t been for Alicia, things between them might have stayed that way forever…

Vincent tossed his phone aside and sank back onto the sofa, pressing his fingers to his temples, exhaustion etched into every line of his face.