Vanessa’s POVMy mind raced at a hundred miles a minute as I sat on the sofa after the gender reveal party. That stupid night of indulgence was going to cost me everything!I couldn’t even focus on all the attention as our guests fawned over me and my extravagant home because of this massive hurdle in my plans. My acrylic tipped nails drummed on my phone screen as I glared at the newly added contact–Andre.The way he leered at me in the garden made my stomach churn. A hand flew over my mouth as I suddenly gagged, pregnancy nausea mixed with the rising tide of fear.I was so freaking glad I hadn’t had a bite to eat at the party.“Judging by your day job, things are not going well for you. I’m sending you some money, so take it gratefully and stay out of my life.” I sent the text and immediately transferred most of my allowance from Damien.I tapped the screen, anxiously waiting for Andre to accept the hush money.Dread filled me when I saw the bank notification–he had returned every c
Third-Person POVCeleste dragged herself up the steps to her studio, completely drained. It had taken every ounce of her self-control to walk away from Vanessa and Damien without causing a scene. She unslung her handbag from her shoulder and wandered to Grace’s office.“Knock knock?” She said, leaning through the door with a weary smile.Her business partner looked up from her computer screen. “Any luck with Julie’s butler?”Celeste sighed as she came in, shrugging off her coat and tossing it aside.“Something’s definitely up.” She said, voice low and hoarse as she sat on the edge of the desk. “He’s too anxious and defensive to be innocent, but I couldn’t get a confession out of him.”Grace swept the loose strands of her pixie cut out of her eyes, disappointed but not surprised.“Don’t blame yourself, love. Confessing means losing his job–he’ll never do that.” She said, chewing on her lip.Celeste nodded. “What about you? Were you successful in persuading our clients to trust our bran
Vanessa’s POV“Do you want to borrow an umbrella before you go?” I called out to Celeste’s retreating figure, my tone light yet barbed. “Today’s weather forecast predicts heavy showers.”The slight stiffening in her shoulders told me she understood I was referring to the shitstorm that was about to hit her business. “No? Suit yourself.” I said, waving with a malicious smile on my lips. “Bye-bye, Celeste!”“That’s enough, Vanessa.” Damien frowned.I matched his frown with a pout. “But babe, I was just concerned about her…”His eyes darted to the neighbors’ houses and down the street. “Well, keep it down. I don’t need my reputation falling to tatters like Celeste’s did from a simple video,” he said curtly.I turned to the side so he wouldn’t see the smirk on my face. The dumb bitch should have listened when I warned her not to mess with me or my man at Celine Mars’ party. Her annoying brat of a daughter already preferred me. Now that video with the butler I made viral was the final na
Celeste’s POVVanessa flashed a triumphant smile that ignited my anger.“I’m sorry, sweetie, I didn’t hear that. You want to stay with us?” she asked, tucking a chestnut brown lock of hair behind her ear.There she went, rubbing in the success of her subtle manipulation. My gaze bore into her with an icy fierceness as a surge of anger built in my chest.I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hated my ex-best friend.Bonnie cleared her throat, speaking a little louder. “I said I want to stay here a little longer. I’ll visit Mommy another time.”“You made the right choice, princess.” Damien said, wrapping an arm around Vanessa’s waist. “Us and your new sibling are your real family.”It was times like these that I wished I wasn’t the bigger person and could slap the shit out of him. I needed to hunt down the best divorce lawyer money could buy, even if it meant taking out another loan. I just couldn’t stand by and watch Bonnie’s spark erode away.She was only six–it wasn’t too late to undo
Celeste’s POV“Stalker!” Vanessa screeched, lunging for my phone. “Delete that right now or I’ll sue you for recording me without my consent!”I stepped back, protecting the phone against my chest. There wasn’t a chance in hell I’d delete such crucial evidence of her verbal and emotional abuse towards my daughter.Vanessa’s eyes blew wide in shock as she tottered in her high heels. Instinctively, I reached out to steady her, but her face morphed into a devious smirk for a split second before she flung herself to the ground. “How could you push me?” She cried out, clutching her stomach tearfully.I rolled my eyes. “No one’s going to buy your pitiful act–”Damien shoved past me to get to Vanessa, roughly knocking the air out of my lungs. His thick arms bulged as he lifted her off the ground and supported her with an arm around her shoulders.“Are you crazy? She’s pregnant for god’s sake!” he roared with barely contained rage.Was he angry because he cared about Vanessa and their child,
Celeste’s POV“Your mother doesn’t want to be part of our family, Bon-Bon.” Damien picked up his box and glared at me pointedly. “She only cares about her career and younger boyfriend, so why would she help with your sibling’s party?”Bonnie’s bright smile fell. She clutched the hem of her white dress, scuffing her little wedge heels in the grass. My poor baby had suffered enough disappointment. Regardless of how much I disapproved of Damien and his choice of stepmother, Bonnie was so excited for this party. I wouldn’t fight with him and dampen her spirits.“Come on, honey.” I said, taking her hand and heading for the table strewn with pastel pink and blue balloons and ribbons. “Mommy will help you with these.”Bonnie skipped energetically beside me.“Thank you, Mommy! You’re the best at making parties look pretty!” she squealed.A soft smile flitted to my lips. She had noticed all of my effort after all.“Bonnie, see if you can find another pump so we can blow up these balloons toget