Vanessa
"You live here?" Susan laughed walking closer to me as her eyes scanned my appearance from my head to toe. I may not have much but my fashion style and taste is very classy and expensive. One wouldn't be able to tell I was an average person from just looking at me. I was dressed in a royal blue maxi dress that extenuated my curves and my long red hair was loose and complemented my dress. The only person who didn't appreciate me was Edward. "Yes, I do." i snapped back at her. My mind was roaming all over the place with so many possibilities. "Why?" She asked me. What business is it of hers? "It's complicated. Susan, why are you here?" She was testing my patience . "I'm going out with Edward Silver." She said smoothly, like she didn't know he was my ex and we used to be best friends. We fell out when she moved away from New York to Chicago and couldn't keep up with communication. Now she's back. "Since when?" I asked her, feeling irritated from her words. This thing between them certainly didn't start today. "Since we found out we were interested in each other." She pouted, smiling after as her eyes darted right through mine. "How could you do this to me Susan? Why would you go after Edward? I knew you always had eyes for him. Did our friendship mean nothing to you?" "Oh grow up Vanessa. You and Edward are old news. Besides, you and I both know we aren't that close anymore. Am I supposed to feel guilty for dating the King of New York?" She laughed again, twirling her blonde hair with her fingers. "I always knew you were a Bitch Susan. You're Unbelievable." I cursed at her, controlling myself from throwing a slap across her face. "Careful, you shouldn't be talking to me like that. Your days in this beautiful Mansion are numbered. When I move in, you won't ever set foot in here again." She warned with jealousy written all over her face. I can't believe she had so much audacity. "We'll see about that." I replied challenging her. There was no way in hell I'd let a whore like Susan Ash bring me down. The game was on. Edward came out of his office and walked down the stairs. "Oh Darling, I've missed you." Susan said embracing him as he walked over to us. "Missed you too baby." He spoke, kissing her briefly in front of me. I felt uncomfortable so I looked away almost immediately. Susan smiled when she noticed it. "Are you ready?" She asked him. He nodded and he turned to look at me. Longer this time, his blue eyes were taking in my appearance. It seemed like he wanted to say more but he didn't. "See you later." Edward said. He placed his hand in Susan's and he walked out of the Mansion. Feeling terrible I made my way to a sofa in the living room to cry my eyes out. I was feeling so much pain, shame and disappointed. What a day. 'Edward Silver' Whispering his name out loud brought a bittersweet feeling. This man had caused me so much pain in my past. And 5 years down the line he is doing the same thing all over again. Is there even a part of him that feels some pity for me? Can't he see that he's treating me very badly? My thoughts are interrupted by Liam, who comes running in from the playground. I clean my tears immediately, so he won't spot them and ask questions. "Did you have fun at the play ground?" I asked smiling at him. He seems so excited to be here. "Yes mommy, I love it here!" He replied, jumping on me to give me a long hug. This child is the only thing that makes my life worth living. He gives me hope. Alice walks into the living room and tells me dinner is ready. Liam and I head for the dining to eat. Alice promises to show us our rooms afterwards. At least she was kind and polite in welcoming us. *** Edward POV Business calls, meetings, emails, functions. Everything can be so overwhelming at times. To be a Billionaire in such a high position like mine is very time consuming. Most times I look for other things and activities to distract myself from the workload and pressure. But I want to share all I have and who I am with someone I love. The only person who ever came close to filling that space in my heart is my Nessa. I was so excited when I saw her at the strip club. But she tore me to pieces when I discovered we had a child and she kept it a secret from me. I know I'm not perfect but she had no fucking right to do that! Right now I am upset with her. But even in my anger I want to spend my time with her. She looked so good back at the house, I wanted nothing more but to throw my arms around her and give her a long kiss. A part of me wants to punish her for denying me access to my son, but another part of me wants to shower her with all the Love I can ever offer. I know she feels so bad with how cold I'm treating her, but I feel even worse about this whole situation. Did my mom really turn her away 5 years ago? What did she want to tell me? I — "Edward baby? Did you hear me?" My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by this blonde girl opposite me. We are both sitted in an exotic restaurant. An outing she planned of course. "What did you say?" I said to her. Feeling annoyed by her presence. I wasn't paying attention to her. Hell I didn't even remember her name. All we did was fuck. I had to look at my phone. She has to at least be in the call log. Oh it's Susan, right. "I need 10 thousand dollars to do some shopping for new clothes baby. I want to update my wardrobe." She cooed, stretching her arm across the table and placing it on mine. All she ever did was ask and ask for money. The only reason I kissed her in front of Vanessa was because I wanted to spite her. But right now, this girl is pushing her limits and trying to make this relationship more than what it is. After some thought, I responded to her. "Alright. I'll Inform Marco tomorrow. You should get the money during the week." Marco is my personal assistant. He is a trusted person and he works with my accountant. "Thank you baby." She smiled, taking a sip of her cocktail. The waiters brought our meal and we ate. I made Susan sign a contract to keep her mouth shut. I was very strict with the kind of women I involved myself with. And the contract is to prevent her from tarnishing my image to the hungry media. It lasts for a duration of 3 months but even afterwards, she won't have the right to say anything to the media. I guess I have 2 more months to spend with her then I can have some breathing space. Eating my food in silence, I thought of Liam and Nessa. I hope they like their new home. What are they up to?Vanessa POVJuly 27th, 3pm•Wedding Day•The mirror before me reflected a woman I barely recognized. Soft, radiant, whole. For so long, I had carried shadows under my eyes and fear in my chest. But today… today, those shadows were replaced by light.The glam team fluttered around me, their brushes, combs, and sprays creating a quiet symphony of last-minute touch-ups. My hair, my fiery crown, had been coaxed into waves that cascaded down my back. A crystal comb anchored the sheer veil, long as a river, its edges embroidered in delicate lace. Across its hemline, stitched in fine thread, shimmered the words: Forever Yours.I couldn’t stop staring at those words. They weren’t just decoration. They were a vow, a truth, the story of how Edward and I had clawed our way back to each other through heartbreak, betrayal, and fire.“Vanessa, you’re glowing,” Mandi said, misty-eyed as she smoothed the veil across my shoulders.“Glowing?” Bella teased from her corner, adjusting her earrings. “She’
Daniel POV I had never been to a police station as an offender before. The walls were white and plain, humming under the faint buzz of questions and mold screams. I’d been in countless boardrooms, luxury penthouses, and private jets, but never here.Never on this side of power. The interrogation room was still dressed in money, of course. I had my lawyers flanking me, polished and grim, their watches worth six figures, their ties impeccable. But the air wasn’t money. It was shame. I watched from across in disgust as Susan screamed at the police. She was handcuffed, getting dragged to a cell because she refused to do so willingly. I shouldn’t have partnered with her. Shouldn’t have reacted to those damn texts she’d sent. The shame clung to me like a stench I couldn’t wash off. My right arm was wrapped in a stiff bandage, the bullet Edward had fired burning through flesh and pride. I flexed my fingers slowly under the table. The movement sent another shot of pain racing up to my
Two days before the wedding.2 hours post the kidnap.Vanessa POVI never thought so much chaos would happen today. Especially not with Daniel and Susan. She was the poison I never saw coming.And Daniel? He was the enemy within.The private hospital was far too calm for the storm that still raged in my chest. My dress from earlier was torn at the hem, blood smeared across my sleeve—a reminder of how close I came to losing everything.A nurse passed by with a clipboard, her soft shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor. I barely heard her voice; my ears still rang with echoes of the warehouse, Susan’s gun, Daniel’s rage, Edward’s groan when the knife sank into him.My body should have been resting, but I couldn’t sit still. Liam clung to my side, his tiny fingers fisted in the fabric of my shirt, refusing to let go. He hadn’t stopped trembling since the officers untied him. Every time I shifted, he whimpered like he was afraid I’d disappear.“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered, pressing a kis
Vanessa POV The gunshot cracked through the warehouse like thunder, the echo bouncing off the concrete walls. I flinched, my scream strangled in my throat as chaos exploded around me. Edward lunged, his body a blur of raw force, colliding with Susan as they fell to the floor. Daniel jumped on his back, fists flying, the sound of bone against bone making my stomach twist. I didn’t have time to process. Because Susan—God, Susan and jumped out of the mix, snapped her arm back up, the pistol still smoking, her eyes wild with rage. “Come here, bitch!” she snarled, shoving me forward with a vicious grip on my arm. “No—Edward!” My voice cracked, torn between the man I loved fighting for his life and the woman dragging me out into the cold evening air. The warehouse door banged behind us. I stumbled, my shoes scraping over gravel, my chest heaving as Susan forced me toward a white trailer hidden behind bushes, parked near the far end of the lot. My legs shook with each step, but my min
Edward POV The black SUV took up the miles as we sped out of Manhattan, the sky had turned into a golden color, reflecting through the rear view mirror. My private investigator and his team were trailing right behind us. He would alert the police when we get there. I had so many questions. How did they take him? Where was his body guard? My pulse thudded louder than the engine, my hand still throbbing where the glass had cut it earlier. I barely felt the sting. The only thing that mattered was the image burned into my brain. Liam, my son, bound and blindfolded. Every time I blinked, I saw it. Every time I drew breath, I imagined him calling out for me, for Vanessa, terrified and alone. “Slow the fuck down before you wrap us around a pole,” Tobias muttered from the passenger seat, his voice flat but his eyes sharp. “I’m not slowing down,” I ground out, fingers clenching tighter on the wheel. My throat was dry, my chest tight as if the air itself fought against me. “He’s ou
Edward POV Last night had been perfect. I’m sure Vanessa would say the same. our laughter, our closeness, the kind of memory that carried me into the morning certain that nothing could stop us. I thought of calling her then she called me. “Edward—” Her voice shattered through the line, broken, trembling. Vanessa. Instantly I knew something was wrong. Not wrong in the casual sense, but wrong in the kind of way that cracks bone and steals air before you even know why. “Vanessa? What happened? Where are you?” My grip tightened around the phone, every nerve sparking. She was crying, but trying to hold it together. “It’s Liam. He’s gone.” The room around me seemed to still. Tobias had been laughing a second ago with Samuel and Larry, the afterglow of last night’s bachelor antics still hanging in the air. But the second he saw my face drain of color, his expression hardened. “Tell me what happened,” I demanded, standing already, pacing toward the window like movement could ease