Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 132

"It's all right. Our marriage probably won't last very long anyway," Alicia joked, a playful glimmer in her eye.

Winnie grinned. "Well, when you two get divorced, I'll finally make a move on Mr. Lynch."

Winnie had never bothered to hide her ambition. Her interest in Tyrone was always plain as day. With his power and influence, there were few women who could claim not to be attracted to him.

Alicia smiled and nodded. She genuinely liked Winnie's straightforwardness—if she wanted something, she admitted it. She faced her desires head-on, never playing games behind anyone's back.

Besides, Alicia had never thought of Tyrone as truly hers. Sooner or later, they'd go their separate ways. And after the divorce, whoever had the guts and charm to win Tyrone over—well, more power to her.

Not that the competition was scarce. Women who wanted to steal Tyrone's heart were countless.

Alicia couldn't help feeling a little helpless about it all. Jade and Serena were already enough to deal with, and now Nicole lived in the house too—having even taken over her master bedroom.

"Alicia, can we be friends?" Winnie beamed at her, her smile open and bright.

"Sure…" Alicia hesitated, then said quietly, "I haven't had many friends growing up. I'm not really sure how to… you know, be a friend. If I do anything that bothers you, just tell me, okay?"

Winnie looked surprised, but nodded with another warm smile. "Then I'll just have to make myself your best friend, won't I? Maybe I'll even manage to steal you away for myself."

Alicia couldn't help but laugh. Winnie really was so sunny and confident.

She wondered what it must be like to have a family as happy as Winnie's—a supportive home, parents who encouraged her, and a confidence that shone through everything she did. Alicia envied Winnie, but she knew she'd never be that kind of girl.

Growing up, her own insecurities ran deep, forcing her to bury her desires where no one could see them. Even if she wanted something, she never dared speak up.

She'd been with Vincent for four years. The only time she'd worked up the courage to ask for something, it was just a timid question: "Are we really dating?"

Vincent had said yes.