Vanessa POVThe weight of everything was beginning to overwhelm me. With Edward, Daniel and the Susan mess, I hardly had time to breathe, let alone examine my feelings. Every step felt like I was walking on broken glass, cautious and agonising. So I did the only thing I could think of: I called Mandi. My older sister. She had always been my rock, the one person who could make sense of my crazy existence. Without hesitation, she booked the first flight from London to New York with her two children, Gwen and James.She already expressed wanting to come and see me after she heard all the drama, but I lied that I was fine. Right now I couldnât hold it in anymore, I was so close to breaking down.The moment she eventually arrived at the mansion, standing in my doorway with a weary but knowing grin, I felt as if I could breathe again.Mandi wasted no time, her arms flung around me as soon as we got into the mansion and sat down in the living room.âMy sweet little baby.â She murmure
Edward POVI have been waiting for this moment. Waiting to look Susan in the eyes and witness her crumble under the weight of her own faults. She believed she could betray me by setting up Vanessa, working with Rodrigo, and walking away unscathed? No. She had already played her hand, and now it was my turn.I had my secretary set up a private meeting in one of my lesser-known apartments in the city. Somewhere neutral, where Susan wouldn't feel compelled to run.My intentions were very calculated, masked under the intention of an attempt to make peace with her and an apology. The way a moth drew to flame, she fell for it. The day was Friday, April 5th of 2024.8pm came and Susan arrived. She dressed in a way that screamed desperation, with a short white dress. Her eyes brightened up when she spotted me, as if she still thought she had a shot.I let her believe that.For now.She pushed some strands of her blonde hair behind her ears, giving me a little smile.âEdwardâĶ I was not e
Vanessa POVSaturday, April 6th 2024The night of the charity event came. Edward and Daniel somehow found a way to cooperate and make it work. The news was everywhere. Silver tech and co. In unity with Westborne inc.A charity event masked under a gala.I would have loved for Mandi to come with me but she insisted on staying back home with the kids because of the recent threats.The phone call scared me but I decided to not let it affect the plans. If I chose to go into hiding, I would be giving the person exactly what they wanted, playing right into their hands.Tonight I was going to remind everyone, that I am Vanessa Coleman and I fear no one.I invited Bella Swift, her son Jacob is a friend of Liam. She had been very helpful with the fashion house set up, and this time she would come with her husband for the event. He is a billionaire like Edward, and since they once worked together, they were sure to get along. Bella dropped Jacob off at the Mansion and Mandi and I planned some
Vanessa POV Across the room, admirers' stray looks lingered. Men who weren't Edward or Daniel looked at me with interest, their gazes approving, lingering a second too long. I smirked and raised my glass to my lips. Bella and I continued to talk, discussing the vibe of the evening and the newest adjustments. Daniel's stare could be felt from across the room on occasion. And then he was there alongside me. His appearance drew attention without effort. I rose my head slightly, my breath stopped in my mouth as I spotted the expression in his eyesâdark, intense, and full of unsaid meaning. "You look breathtaking tonight, Princess," he remarked, his voice tinted with something dangerously appealing. His lips twisted into a smile, his gaze running over my physique, fired a spark of heat through me. I kept my look calm. "You've already said that before, Daniel."âAnd Iâll say it as many times Darling.â He replied as he moved closer. âIâm trying my best not to steal you away from
Daniel POV Pain. It seared through my arm like fire burning my skin, yet I didn't even flinch. I've had worse. The paramedics stitched me up in my penthouse while keeping a low profile. The last thing I needed was the paparazzi flashing cameras and turning this into a dramatic headline. "Billionaire Takes Bullet for Fashion QueenâLove Triangle Intensifies." I sneered at the concept. What mattered was that Vanessa was safe. That was all I cared about. Vanessa was at my side from the minute we arrived, scrutinising my wound as if she could wish it to heal faster. Her hands shook as she grabbed for me. "Daniel, you're insane," she said, frustrated and with a gentler tone. "Why did you even do that?" I laughed a bit, leaning back on the couch, allowing the medic to finish dressing the wound on my arm from the bullet. "I couldnât stand there and let you get shot princess. What kind of man would that make me?" She folded her arms, but her gaze betrayed her. She was sh
Vanessa POVApril 9th, 2024For the first time in days, things felt normal again. Due to the attack at the gala, the fashion house launch was pushed to the following week. I spent my previous days preparing for the launch of Queens by VC, diving into fabrics, designs, and business meetings. At night, I lost myself in quiet momentsâreading, drinking wine, pretending my heart wasnât at war with itself. The bodyguards still escorted me to most places, a few security measures had to be taken.Edward offered to send interior designers for my new shop so I stopped over after I dropped Liam off at school. The mannequins were spaced out, and the name âQueens by VCâ hung right above the building outside. I was on the verge of tears, this dream had been in my head for years. I was so fulfilled I got the opportunity to make it a reality.Easter was fast approaching and would hold this week, so I thought of a warm cozy Easter dinner at home at the mansion. I could invite Bella and her husband, D
Daniel POVThe moment Wendy walked in and Vanessa left, the atmosphere changed. Wendy's smile faltered, and her golden eyes narrowed. She was dressed too well. Perhaps overdressed even. Her hair rested on her shoulders in waves, brunette in color. and her makeup was flawless.She was also putting on a designer gown. This was all too much for just a visit to my penthouse.Whatâs the catch? Wendy Hawthorne was certainly a handful.The mask she wore wasnât enough to conceal the slight trembling of her fingers, or the way her eyes roamed about, like she was searching for something,â power, affirmation, control.âDaniel, sweetheart.â She said softly, trying to sound gentle.âI needed to see you. I still want us, and the life we promised each other.â I sighed in exhaustion. I wasnât ready for all this.âWhat are you really doing here Wendy? Tell me the truth.â She flashed me her catchy grin, the one she'd used on red carpets, with directors, and on me. "I just got out of rehab," she
Vanessa POVI moved across the length of my bedroom, my arms crossed over my chest as I listened to Mandiâs fingers moving across her laptop keyboard. She had crossed her legs and was sitting on my bed, her gaze moving across the screen and a deep furrow developing between her brows.The children, Liam, Gwen and James were sitting on the floor, playing with their toys, unknown to them of the scandal that had my head racing.Mandi let out a faint whistle."Wow. Wendy Hawthorne is a piece of work.âI stopped pacing. âWhat did you find?" She turned the laptop towards me, and I leaned in to examine the writing. This is Wendy Hawthorne: A Story of Talent, Chaos, and Tumultuous Romance.The blog stated that Wendy is an award-winning actress, praised as one of Hollywoodâs brightest stars. She had also starred in three blockbuster filmsâtwo romance dramas and one high-octane action thrillerâthat had all become instant hits and internet sensations. Directors loved her, audiences adored
Vanessa POVThe city lights moved past me like a blur through the tinted windows of my car, but my mind was stuck. Somewhere between Edwardâs mouth on mine and the rough whisper of his voice still echoing in my ear.âYouâre my peace."I hadnât said anything back. I Couldnât.Not because I didnât feel something. I did. God, I did.But because when a man like Edward says something like that, it demands more than a casual response. It demanded the kind of answer that changed everything.I pressed my fingers to my lips, still swollen from his kiss, as the car eased past the bridge. Donovan drove with soft r&b music filling the environment, giving me space, as always. I was grateful for it. My body guard Harris, sat beside him to accompany me too.Because right now, I was shaking inside.The feel of Edwardâs hot body on mineâĶ the way his fingers moved with both hunger and reverenceâĶ how his lips had claimed my skin like he was afraid Iâd vanish if he didnât taste me deep enough.It hadnât
Edward POVI hadnât left the penthouse in days.The world outside kept spinning. Meetings, board calls, messages piling up â but I was stuck. Drowning.The theft at the company had gutted a chunk of our reserve accounts. Tens of millions wired out before anyone noticed. No trace of the thief yet. Kaz was still out there, lurking like a phantom in the dark.And thenâĶ the attack at Liamâs school.Still a goddamn blur.The footage was too grainy, too fast. No clear shot of who orchestrated it, but I knew, deep down, Kazâs stink was all over it.I ran a hand through my hair and stared at the pile of contracts and financial reports scattered across my desk. My tie was loose around my neck, sleeves rolled up, head pounding.I didnât go back to the mansion. I couldnât face Vanessa. Couldnât face Mandi, LiamâĶ the life I promised to protect but was failing miserably to.And her.Vanessa.God, her name haunted every breath I took.I missed her. I missed her laugh, the way she looked at me when
Vanessaâs POVMay 1stA new month. Four more months to go before my fate with Edward would be decided.Four more months before the contract that bound us together â and quietly unraveled everything inside me â would end.Nine more days before Liamâs birthday.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at my phone. The soft morning light filtered through the large windows of the mansion, painting everything in pale gold. Spring was in full bloom outside, but inside me, a quiet storm raged.I was supposed to be excited. Planning a birthday party for my son shouldâve filled me with happiness and energy. It was his first real celebration since we moved here, and for the first time, I had the chance to give him something magical.But the question gnawed at me: Should it be big, or intimate and simple?Did Liam need balloons, crowds, clowns, and photographers? Or did he just need a backyard, a cake, and the people who loved him?I pulled my knees up to my chest, thinking about it.An ima
Daniel POVThe door slammed behind me, rattling in its frame. Silence swallowed the penthouse, the only sound my heavy breathing, still ragged from the argument. I dropped Wendy off at her apartment, I couldnât stand her presence anywhere near me.I tore off the tailored jacket, flinging it across the back of the nearest chair. It slid off and hit the floor, but I didnât care. I ripped at the buttons of my shirt next, needing to get free of the fabric, of the night, of everything Wendy Hawthorne had just dragged me into.I stalked across the room, ignoring the glittering skyline outside the windows. New York pulsed beyond the glass like a living thing, but I was numb to it. Numb and raw and furious.How the hell had it come to this?A fake engagement. A fake wedding date. August 10th, she had said. Sheâd even smiled, that sickly sweet, picture-perfect smile for the cameras, clinging to me like a trophy she didnât deserve.The taste of the lie still burned in my mouth.I collapsed onto
Daniel POVThe night felt heavier than usual.I stood in front of the mirror, straightening the cuffs of my jacket, hating every second of this.Fake smiles.Fake stories.Fake love.The thoughts lingered deeply in my head.And the worst part?I was volunteering for it.For her.For Vanessa.I gritted my teeth and ran a hand through my hair. The dark navy suit clung too tightly to my frame, like it knew this whole thing was a goddamn lie.The media crew was already on stage in the studio, setting up lights, microphones, banners with the movieâs logo plastered across them.I glanced at my watch.Any minute now.Wendy had insisted on doing the interview in their studio, all glamorous and public.Because God forbid she missed an opportunity to flaunt her âperfect lifeâ to the world.I heard her heels clicking down the hall backstage before I saw her.Wendy swept into the room, a vision of strategic perfectionâsilver gown clinging to her like a second skin, lips painted a bold red, her b
Vanessa POVEven at night time, I couldnât sleep. My eyes remained wide open.With the distant hum of the lively New York city and the occasional thuds from running up through staircases, it felt like the walls themselves were holding their breath. I lay in my king-sized bed, staring at the ceiling, the silk sheets tangled around my legs.Sleep wouldnât come. It had been this way for days.I turned over and reached for my phone on the nightstand, half-hoping to find a message from Edward. Anything. Even a simple âAre you okay?â would have been enough.But my screen was empty.Nothing.Biting my lip, I opened my messages anyway and typed:You up?I hovered my thumb over the send button. Then, at the last second, I deleted the text.No.I wasnât going to chase him.Not tonight. He was under pressure, a theft in his company, the weight of protecting Liam and I. It was a lot to handle.I could easily go to his room to check if heâs there but that could escalate things. But No.I rolled on
Edwardâs POVThe glass in my hand was sweating. I hadnât even touched the damn drink yet. Whiskey, neat. My old go-to when I wanted to forget, when I wanted to feel something burn before the numbness settled in. It was a little past midnight, everyone at home was asleep. But I was restless.I sat in the back of my sleek, black rolls Royce, fingers drumming against the leather seat as the city lights flickered past the tinted windows. New York was still buzzing, as always, pretending like nothing was falling apart. But for me, everything in my world was unravelingâand fast.Kaz was back. My company was compromised. VanessaâĶ she wasnât mine the way I wanted her to be. And Daniel. Fucking Daniel, always a step closer to her heart than I was.âSir?â My driver turned his head slightly. âWeâre here.âI looked up. The red neon sign of Club Volta buzzed above the entrance, hazy in the misty night air. The place where I first laid eyes on Vanessa after 5 years. Where her fire and defiance sla
Vanessaâs POVThe ride back to the mansion was quiet, too quiet. Liam had drifted off to sleep in the backseat, clutching his buzz light year action figure to his chest, while Edward kept his eyes on the road, jaw clenched, knuckles white on the steering wheel. I could tell something was wrong. Not just the fatigue etched into his face, but the way his posture had shiftedâlike a man bracing himself for impact.Iâd overheard part of his phone call earlier. Just a few clipped words. More updates about Kaz, he fled. not in custodyâbut it was enough to churn my stomach. I didnât press him about it when we left Danielâs penthouse. I didnât need confirmation to know that the man who haunted my nightmares had once again slipped through the cracks.The mansion came into view, warm lights glowing through tall windows. It was supposed to feel like coming home, but all I felt was dread creeping into my chest. The moment the car stopped, Edward turned to me, eyes softening slightly.âIâll carry h
Daniel POVSunday, 29th AprilThe late morning light sliced through the penthouse windows, casting sharp lines over the hardwood floors. Vanessa was still upstairs with Liam, cocooned in a thin bubble of calm that I didnât want to break. Edward had stepped out to prepare the mansion for their return, since Vanessa and Liam were going back today. Kaz had fled New York so it was safe for them again, but my senses told me otherwise. The past few days have been intense and overwhelming.The world outside didnât stop spinning just because we needed peace.I grabbed my jacket, left a note by the coffee machineâjust in caseâand slipped out of the penthouse without a sound. The hallway was quiet. My security detail stood outside the door, nodding once as I passed. They knew the drill by now: stay close, stay alert, stay ready.Ten minutes later, I was buried behind my desk at Westborne incâs satellite office on the East Side, trying to plow through enough paperwork that I had to clarify befor