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’s POVI couldn’t believe it. She was here, like my worst nightmare. Why would she choose to show up now? Everything was already starting to get better. Now it all felt worse.The edges of my vision blurred as I stepped into the grand foyer, i felt the air thick with tension. The first thing I saw was Edward’s clenched fists. And his mother, Jules Silver. Both were locked in a fervent argument just beyond the double doors. Daniel trailed behind me, expression unreadable but his fingers subconsciously brushing mine.I knew Daniel wouldn’t leave me, especially not now. There was no point telling him to go.“What’s going on here?” I asked walking further in. Edward turned at the sound of my voice, his expression going from thunderclouds to something softer, concern. Then back to fire.My eyes landed on Jules as she stood rigid, a queen dressed in an ivory suit that screamed wealth and control, sharp cheekbones, steely gaze, unapologetically cold. Upon seeing me, her lip curled.
7pm at Arno’sVanessa POVMy mind was conflicted. Stay home and wait for Edward, or meet with Daniel and hear him out. What would it change? How would this affect us moving forward?I choose to meet with Daniel. All this time, I avoided him. Not because I didn’t want to see him, but because I didn’t want to face us, whatever feelings we had left between us.The restaurant was warm and dimly lit, a small Italian spot with candles flickering on every table. I could smell lots of pastries. Cookies, freshly baked bread, creamy cupcakes and lots of other dishes. Daniel looked good. Too good, considering the emotional storm still brewing in my chest. His shirt was open at the collar, his sleeves rolled to the elbows, his hair tousled just enough to look unintentional.“You look gorgeous and… happy,” he said quietly, once we’d ordered.I was dressed in a creamy silk skirt and a baby pink top, with multiple accessories and layered jewelry to go with it.“Thank you.” I replied, then added. “Ye
Early JuneVanessa’s POVTwo weeks had passed, just like that. With the gossip blogs dying down, Edward and I had fallen into a rhythm. Soft, unspoken, but grounding. The mornings began with Liam’s sleepy smile and Edward’s hand brushing mine over breakfast. Evenings were filled with quiet walks, stolen kisses in the kitchen, and dinners where we spoke like we were learning each other all over again. It felt like we were just meeting each other for the first time, opening up and discovering things we didn’t notice or see previously.Edward was patient with me, gentler than before. He’d begun to lean into fatherhood in small but steady ways, taking Liam to school twice a week, reviewing his silly drawings with exaggerated admiration, and reading him bedtime stories when I got home late from the fashion house. And when Liam fell asleep, we had all the time to be intimate, passionate and crazy about each other, in ways I never imagined, ways I never thought possible. Edward Silver was a
Edward’s POVThe fluorescent lights in the interrogation room blinked multiple times, illuminating Dean Mercer’s face as he sat there looking tired, defeated, broken. His female assistant was in the opposite room, getting questioned as well. The sound of his breathing was the only thing filling up the silence, with mixed feelings of fear and regret. I stood across the table, hands already hardened into fists at my sides, trying to steady myself. I just got back from checking on Vanessa at her fashion house, capturing the fabric of her creativity, her spark that both awed and shocked me. Now I was back here, at the center of a betrayal that cut deeper than any bullet wound.The Detective hovered in the corner, arms crossed. He didn’t need to say anything; his presence alone radiated complacent professionalism. My private investigator was right on time too, coming into the room.Dean shifted in his seat, eyes darting to me. “Mr. Silver, I… I was told to do it. Rodrigo said—he said you w
Vanessa’s POVThe scent of jasmine oil and eucalyptus filled the air, sinking deep into my bones like a balm I hadn’t known I needed. Bella had literally marched into my office and pulled me out mid-email, declaring that I needed “a detox for the soul.” I’d barely protested. My muscles were tense, my mind scattered, and since Mandi and the kids left for the UK, Liam and I had both been in a mood.We’d met at school drop off together, and after a quiet, reassuring hug goodbye, Bella had driven us to this ridiculously serene spa downtown.Now we were both in robes, cucumbers over our eyes, warm towels behind our necks, and soft instrumental music humming in the background. It should’ve been bliss.“You’re welcome, by the way,” Bella said, her voice muffled by the steamer mist floating above us.I chuckled. “I didn’t say thank you yet.”“You’re welcome anyway. God, Nessa, you looked like you were about to launch someone off the roof this morning.”I tilted my head slightly. “That obvious
Vanessa’s POVAll publicity is good publicity. I never believed this statement till I saw the numbers of clients that swarmed the fashion house when I got there. Physical and online clients, coming to buy ready made and custom pieces from ‘Queens by VC’I never knew the blog scandals could have a positive impact on my fashion house. I approached my office and my personal assistant brought some cards in, from some of the people who came in to make a purchases.I took the cards and read one out.“We love you Vanessa, don’t listen to the haters. You’re amazing! Love your hair too x.”A smile formed on my face. It felt nice to know there were still people out there who didn’t believe the media.I left my office and went into the main studio. Some customers wanted my opinion on their choices, some needed custom pieces and wanted me to design them.It felt nice to be surrounded by people who saw your value, who saw what you had to offer.These consultation went on for hours. Time passed by