ログインVANESSA'S POVThe moment we arrived back at the Lancaster family mansion, Nicholas practically dragged me through the entrance, past the startled staff, and straight to the east wing.To our suite.He didn't say a word the entire way, his hand still gripping mine like he was afraid I'd disappear if he let go.The door to our suite slammed shut behind us with a finality that made my heart race.Nicholas finally released my hand, stalking across the room to the window, his shoulders tense, and his breathing still rough.I stood there by the door, suddenly feeling the full weight of everything that had just happened crash down on me.The funeral.Patricia in the grave.Isabella on the ground.Sebastian bleeding.The fight."Oh God," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "Oh God, Nicholas, what did I do?""Vanessa—""I ruined it." My voice cracked. "Grandma Mae's funeral. I completely ruined it. She deserved better than that. She deserved a dignified, peaceful ceremony, and instead I—I
VANESSA'S POVEverything happened so fast.One moment Sebastian was in my face, screaming at me about his mother.The next, Nicholas's fist was connecting with his jaw in a brutal, bone-crunching punch that sent Sebastian staggering backward."Nicholas!" I gasped, but he wasn't listening.He wasn't listening to anyone.Sebastian recovered quickly, his hand going to his bleeding nose, his eyes blazing with shock and anger."You fucking bastard!" Sebastian lunged at Nicholas, tackling him around the waist.They both went down hard onto the manicured lawn, rolling across the grass in a tangle of expensive black suits and flying fists.Nicholas got on top first, landing another punch to Sebastian's face—this one to his cheekbone—that made the crowd gasp."Stop!" I shouted, moving toward them. "Both of you, stop!"But they weren't stopping.Sebastian managed to throw Nicholas off, rolling them over so he was on top now. His fist connected with Nicholas's ribs, then his jaw, brutal hits tha
VANESSA'S POVFor a moment, Patricia just stood there, her hand on her reddening cheek, staring at me with wide, disbelieving eyes.Then the shock transformed into pure rage."You bitch!" she shrieked, her composure completely shattered.Her hand flew up, aiming for my face in retaliation.But I was ready this time.My hand shot out and caught her wrist mid-air, my fingers wrapping around it like a vice.Patricia's eyes widened further as I held her arm suspended between us, stopping her slap before it could land."Don't even attempt to slap back!" I snapped quietly, my voice deadly calm."Let go of me!" Patricia hissed, trying to wrench her arm free.But I held firm.That's when Isabella came rushing forward, her face twisted with indignation."How dare you!" she screamed at me. "You can't—"I released Patricia's wrist and turned to Isabella in one motion.My hand connected with her face before she could finish her sentence.CRACK!!!The slap was even harder than the one I'd given Pa
VANESSA'S POVThe moment I stepped out of the car, I felt every eye in the parking lot turn toward me.Especially the Lancaster family.Good.Let them look.Let them see that I wasn't the scared, broken woman they'd tried to make me into.I removed my sunglasses, handing them to Thomas without looking back, and started walking toward the entrance.My heels clicked against the pavement with each step—sharp, definite sounds that seemed to echo in the sudden silence that had fallen over the crowd.I could see the shock on their faces.The scandalized expressions.I didn't care.I kept my head high, my shoulders back, my expression calm and serene even though my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst through my chest.I was almost to the entrance when two security guards stepped forward, blocking my path."I'm sorry, ma'am," the larger one said, though he didn't sound sorry at all. "We're going to have to ask you to leave."I stopped, looking up at him with what I hoped was p
SEBASTIAN'S POVThe funeral was already packed when I arrived with Isabella.Black suits and dresses everywhere, hushed voices, the overwhelming smell of lilies and roses. Everything was exactly as it should be for a woman like Grandma Mae—dignified, traditional, and expensive.I scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces.Nicholas stood near the front, talking quietly with one of our cousins. He looked composed, put together in his black suit, but there was a tension in his shoulders that I recognized.Grief.But he was alone.I frowned, looking around again, searching for the one person I'd expected to see glued to his side.Vanessa.Where was Vanessa?"Looking for someone?" Isabella asked beside me, following my gaze."No," I lied. "Just... Nicholas is here.""Of course he is. It's his grandmother's funeral." Isabella's tone was dismissive. "Thank God his trashy wife isn't here though. That would have been unbearable."I didn't respond, still scanning the crowd.It didn't make s
VANESSA'S POVI laid the black dress on my bed, staring at it like it was armor I was preparing to wear into battle. Because that's exactly what this was. A battle.I slipped the gorgeous black gown on, and reached behind my back for the zipper. My fingers fumbled, stretching, and straining. The zipper was positioned at that impossible angle that required either the flexibility of a contortionist or a second pair of hands.After several frustrating attempts, I admitted defeat.I needed help.I stepped out into the hallway, looking for someone—anyone—who could assist me for thirty seconds. As if summoned by my need, two maids appeared at the end of the corridor, one pushing a cleaning cart while the other carried fresh linens."Excuse me," I called out, walking toward them. "I'm sorry to bother you, but could one of you help me with my zipper? It'll only take a moment."The older woman—Eleanor, I'd heard others call her—immediately set down her linens, her face softening with a gentl
VANESSA'S POV I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss. Even now, sitting in the back of Nicholas's Bentley as we drove through the iron gates of Warrington Estate, I could still feel it. I could still feel the pressure of his lips on mine, the way his hand had tangled in my hair, how his body had
VANESSA'S POV My face burned when Nicholas caught me staring at his half-naked body. God, he was so hot. I'd tried not to notice for seven years—the broad shoulders, the hard muscles on his chest and stomach, the trail of dark hair that disappeared below his waistband. But now he stood there shir
VANESSA'S POV I'd always prepared for this moment. But as soon as he asked me if Elijah was his son, my mind went blank. I'd imagined this moment for years, but now I just stared at him without saying a single word. When I didn't reply, Sebastian didn't relent—in fact, he asked the question agai
VANESSA'S POV Seven years. It'd been seven years since Sebastian Lancaster shattered my entire world, and now I was standing in his boardroom about to return the favor. Seven years ago, Sebastian had destroyed me so completely I didn't recognize myself in the mirror. He'd called me barren, useles







