Crazy For My Father's Rival

Grace POVPatrick Vanner. That name echoed again and again in my head as I walked into the Vanner’s Hospital and I approached the receptionist, clutching my files as rage coursed through my bones, even though I wore a bright smile on my face.The image of my father being pulled away by the cops had imprinted in my heart and the words he whispered to my ears while I had hugged him.“Sofia…he did this to me,” I went still and cold, about to ask my father who. Then he said, “Patrick Vanner… he brought this upon your father, he brought this upon us.”I stood there shaking when I watched the authorities seal my family’s hospital. I had come back with so much hope, a young medical graduate, hoping to join my father’s hospital.But the welcome I got on arrival was the cops arresting and sealing our hospital. All my hopes, crushed.“May I help you, Miss?” I raised a brow and looked at the receptionist who seemed to have been calling me for a while. I had been lost in thought as I seemed to be

Grace’s POV“Patrick,” I called out softly with a smile on my face as I walked into his office, purposefully swaying my hips.I laughed inwardly as he gawked at me as I walked past him to a chair, I sat down and his eyes traveled down my legs as I crossed them.He seemed to be short of words and that’s the whole reason behind this seductive outfit I wore.After what happened yesterday, I found out that the almighty Patrick Vanner has a weakness and… that weakness was me.That is why I will use my virgin self as bait to get him where I want him, even though I will never let him taste that which he craves for.I watched his adam’s move up and down as he stared at my thighs which were exposed in the short leather skirt I wore and my top exposed a little too much cleavage. He gulped and quickly shook his head. His calm, bold expression came back on his face, “How many men saw you coming?” I furrowed my brows and asked, “Men?” feigning confusion. He took a deep breath and cleared his th

Grace’s POV“I needed this visit… I had to go check on my father because it seemed like I was dwindling from my cause,” I thought to myself as I headed out of the police station.I had gone to visit my father first thing in the morning, because I needed to remind myself that I hate Patrick Vanner and I needed to take revenge on him.I shouldn’t be weak, I should not fall in love with the man who ruined my father and dragged our family name to the mud, now everyone knows the Deans as fraudsters.I halted a cab and got in. I need to play this game smartly and get the evidence I need as soon as possible, before I lose control of my feelings for Patrick.“Where are you going ma’am,” the cab asked and pulled me out of my thoughts.“Vanners Presidential Hospital” I responded.I was supposed to go to work, but I had called the receptionist and she said Patrick didn’t go to work on the weekends.So I decided, what is the need of going to the office when he isn’t there and the evidence I seek

Grace’s POV “Oh my god,” I choked as I pressed my back against the close doors of the room. Tears was streming down my cheeks and my hand flew to my mouth as I tried to muffle my sobs.I sniffed and threw my lips open, clawing my fingers through into my hair. “Fuck…” “Damn it… fuck,” I cursed even more. I pressed my eyes shut and closed my mouth again as my fingers shook.I just couldn’t control my tears right now. Patrick has been through a lot. Having to watch such betrayal at a young hair, it’s so heartbreaking that he has to face the same too.Fuck… why do I care so much for him? Why the heck do I fucking care? This is a mess.On one hand, there’s my father, suffering in jail because of Patrick’s actions, and then, Patrick is on the other hand.I fucking love him and I would have to betray him, for my father’s sake.“I hate this… I hate that I fucking care about him… I hate myself right now, man.”I slid down, hitting my butt on the slid floor. “I hate to hurt him… oh shit.”I p

Grace’s POVI stormed toward them, my heels stabbing the ground with every step. Patrick’s laughter died the moment he saw me. His body stiffened. His hand dropped from Melissa’s arm like it had burned him.“Grace,” he muttered, his face draining of color.Melissa turned to a smug smile curling on her lips. She crossed her arms under her bust and tilted her head mockingly. “Well well well. Look who decided to show up" she said sweetly, venom dripping from her voice.I ignored her, all my focus was on Patrick.“What the hell is this?” I hissed, stopping just inches away from him. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.I let out a cold laugh and stepped back. “I see. No words? Figures.”Patrick took a step toward me. “Grace it’s not what it looks like”“Oh it’s not?” I cut him off, my voice rising. A few people at the club entrance turned to look at us, their curious eyes adding fuel to the fire burning inside me. “Because it looks exactly like you’re cozying up to your mist