Novels by brightkate449

THIRD PERSON POVVanessa sat in the living room with her friends, a glass of wine in her hand, her nails freshly done, her hair perfectly curled. She called them over the second Damian left for work, telling them it was urgent, that something big was happening."So what's the emergency?" Claire asked, dropping onto the couch and grabbing a wine glass for herself. "You made it sound like someone died.""Worse," Michelle said with a laugh, already pouring herself some of the expensive red Vanessa had opened for them. "She found a grey hair. Or a wrinkle. Or she finally realized she's been engaged for four years with no wedding date."The girls laughed and Vanessa forced a smile, her grip tightening around her own glass. She watched them settle into her couch, making themselves comfortable like they owned the place, and weren't here to judge

THIRD PERSON POVShe stared at him, her eyes red and wild, her breath coming out in sharp gasps."I can't do this without you," she whispered. "I can't. You have to promise me we'll get married. Promise me. Set a date, we'll hold the most beautiful wedding. Promise me!"No. No. No..“Promise me Damian!" "Fine! Yes!” He straightened up. “We'll get married next month." He took another step forward. "Don't lie to me. If I find out you're lying I'll set this house on fire.""I'm not lying. I promise we'll get married next month. You can start preparation."She searched his face, her hand shaking. "So please," he said. "Please, Vanessa. Just put it down."She let it go and the knife clattered to the floor. She then fell into his arms.He caught her and held her as she sobbed against his chest, her body shaking so hard he had to tighten his grip to keep her steady. She was crying so hard she couldn't breathe."I'm sorry," she said over and over, her voice muffled by his shirt. "I'm sorry

THIRD PERSON POV Damian walked into his house and closed the door behind him, the silence only made him uncomfortable. He glanced around as he loosened his tie and dropped his keys on the table by the door. "Damien?" A voice came from upstairs, sharp and thin. "Is that you?"He looked up and Vanessa appeared at the top of the stairs, her hair a mess, her face tight and irritated, still wearing the same clothes she had on this morning."Where have you been?""Out."She came down the stairs, her voice rising with each step. "Out where? With her?""Vanessa, don't—""Don't what? Don't ask?" She reached the bottom of the stairs and stood in front of him, her arms crossed, her jaw tight. "I know you went to see her. I know you've been going to see her every chance you get. You think I don't know that my fiance is planning to cheat on me?"Damian found it hard to respond. What would he say? Sorry? Or that whether she liked it or not he was going to get Aurora's forgiveness? He meant it. He

AURORAI woke up the next morning with my body aching all over, my neck was stiff from the position I slept in because of my head and my head was pounding. I lay there for a long moment staring at the ceiling of Lydia's guest room, the white paint cracked in places. I don't even remember falling asleep, or anything at all after Damien left and Lydia wanted to chew his head off. I heard just the sound of the door closing.I heard Arya's voice somewhere in the house, laughing at something, that bright gurgling sound that made everything else fade away. I closed my eyes and wondered how she got here. Was it when I was asleep or this morning?I got up slowly, wincing at every movement, my muscles screaming in protest, my neck so stiff I could barely turn my head. I made my way to the bathroom and caught my reflection in the mirror and I stopped.The bruising darkened overnight. Purple and ugly, spreading across my neck and down my shoulders like someone painted me some hard to wash off co

AURORA I walked out of the courthouse and squinted as the sun hit me like a slap, too bright and too warm after the cold of the courtroom, and I stood there for a second, reeling from the verdict before getting into my car. I won. I actually won. I should probably add this to my portfolio.I started the engine and drove off. “Hey, Bixby, call Lidyaaa." “Calling, Lydiaaa." It rang for a couple seconds before it went straight to voicemail, I tried again, my excitement dying down and it's still the same thing. What is she doing now?I continued to call her but it wouldn't go through. I began to try Aurora's nanny, and didn't notice the traffic slowing ahead until it was too late. I slammed on my brakes and stopped just in time but the car behind me didn't.Before I could blink, they slammed into me from behind, the violent jolt threw me forward and then back, my head snapping against steering and then the headrest, pain exploding through my neck and shoulders. There was another slam

AURORA I spent the morning before the hearing in my office, going over my notes and reading through the case file one more time, trying to calm my nerves, the words blurring in front of me because I still can't stop thinking about walking into that courtroom and seeing him. I've been preparing for days since the last time we saw each other and now it was here, and all I could think about was how I was going to sit across from him and pretend like he was just another client, like the last few months didn’t happen.The coffee on my desk went cold after hours of ignoring it. I just kept flipping through the file, reading the same paragraphs over and over, trying to make sure I didn't miss anything. This was a big case. My notes were thorough, everything was in order, but I still can't shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong.It could be the big case jitters. I hope that's just it.I checked my watch and sighed when I saw that it was time.The courthouse was busy when I go