ログインABEL BLACKWOOD'S POV Once Ms Raven leaves, Vanessa turns to face me, cracking her knuckles. “You’re lucky I didn’t knock her ass out for bringing you here. You know that, don’t you?”"Seriously! Why are you being such a bitch Vanessa? You have no fucking right to decide who I can and cannot be with." "I'm trying to keep you safe Abel. There are people around you who want to hurt you, and you don’t even see it. So yeah, I have the fucking right to decide who you can and cannot be with. Every fucking right." "I don’t need your protection, I’m not your responsibility. And how can you claim you want to protect me after disgracing me in front of the whole world," I angrily respond. "You feel disgraced?" she raises her eyebrows. "I only acknowledged that we were once married and asked for your forgiveness.""Forgiveness? Is that what you call what you told the media?” I scoff. "Being known as your ex-husband is an awful disgrace," I say and her eyes flash with a mix of anger and hurt."O
ABEL BLACKWOOD'S POV "You need to go to the media and tell them what kind of a terrible wife she was to you. You should expose how she couldn't even be faithful to you, despite your devotion" Ms Raven urges as soon as we settle into our table at the vintage hotel. I booked a table for our meeting here since I figured that my usual restaurant will be a cheap place for Ms Raven to be and an unsuitable place for me when my face is plastered all over the internet. It only took a few hours for Vanessa's confession to be featured on countless gossip articles and with massive speculation."But that's not true," I tell. "Vanessa was good to me, faithful, even, until the last few months before our divorce."Ms. Raven scoffs. "What does it matter? She publicly humiliated you, making it sound like you were worthless and dependent on her. You should tell everyone she’s been harassing and stalking you.”I know she’s just angry about Vanessa revealing her secrets to her parents. What she doesn't
ABEL BLACKWOOD'S POV "Making obvious mistakes is so unlike you Miss sterling, I mean you're a business genius and world's richest woman. It's a shock to hear you dumped a diamond only to replace it with fake gold." Miss lane tells."That's true. None of us is devoid of mistakes apparently. But I believe in second chances, or at least in claiming them. I can assure you that my diamond will come back to me soon or later." Vanessa answers confidently.For some reason she sounds very certain that I will reconcile with her. But she is mistaken if she thinks I want to be treated like a doormat again."That's amazing to hear, because I literally cannot think of another man worthy of your precious attention. It's sad that you lost Abel Blackwood once, do you think getting him back now may be a little difficult since he has found a bit of success of his own?" Miss lane asks."If he knows what's good for him , I am certain he will come running." Vanessa states matter-of-factly. The audience la
ABEL'S POV Sasha is beautiful, not nearly as Vanessa, but she is pretty in a warm, inviting way that makes you feel at ease. Vanessa used to make my nerves go wild. A part of me liked that. I still do admire her wits, determination and sheer beauty. But she broke my heart in the worst way possible.“Want some more?” Sasha asks playfully after I finish my first mug. I shake my head as I have started to feel buzzed already. In the past few years I have discovered, my alcohol tolerance is virtually nonexistent. One drink is just about my limit.Just then, a group of her young female customers walk in, giggling and chatting excitedly. I take it as my cue to leave.“I should get going,” I say, and Sasha looks up, her brow furrowing slightly. “Not really in the mood to socialize more today.”She brightens a bit. “Would you mind stepping outside for a walk with me? I'm sure it’ll help with your moods.”I hesitate, glancing back at the giggling girls heading to the other side of the bar.“Do
ABEL BLACKWOOD'S POV I turn on the flat-screen television so there's noise to provide some semblance of distraction from my heated thoughts. I still feel hurt by Wensley's earlier accusations but I do feel guilty for not coming clean sooner. But how can I explain the truth when he is so quick to judge?I know I will have to deal with him sooner or later so I might as well take a drive by his place now and explain everything. The truth might hurt him more though.Twenty minutes later I am arriving at his place. There is limited parking space so I pack one block down by the side of the street and walk over to his apartment, glad to see the lights on.I go up the steps like I am going to jokingly bang inside the house, but something inside stops me. We freely walk into each others places and even as I am about to grab the door knob and let myself in, I think this time it would be prudent to knock, since I'm not sure we are still in good terms. Looking through the door window as I am abo
ABEL'S BLACKWOOD'S POV I have lost count of how many times I have attempted to talk myself out of calling Vanessa for help. I keep reminding myself Cyrus problem won't solve itself. The man wouldn't leave until I promised I'll will indeed quit my job. I only agreed to that to get him out of my apartment, but I can’t let him drag my name through the mud by going to the media about my marriage with Vanessa.With a deep breath, I dial Vanessa’s private number. Since she married Cyrus he is her problem as much as he is mine. She picks up almost immediately. This will be so fucking awkward.“Hey, Vanessa... it’s Abel.”"I know. Surprised to hear from you." Her tone is so warm and welcoming.“Yeah, it's definitely surprising. Cyrus was here. He was making demands.” I inform.“What? Why did you not call me right then?”"Maybe because he was holding a gun to my head. He wants me to quit my job or he’ll go public about our marriage," I answer.There’s a pause on other end. “And you think tha
VANESSA STERLING'S POV No, this can't be Abel!I scroll up, and more images of him in different designer outfits flood my screen.... I had to search online to see for myself."What is the 'runway angel's' real name?" I asked Amanda.“It’s Abel Blackwood,” She replies, glancing up.I feel blood drain fro
VANESA STERLING'S POVA swarm of paparazzi surrounds us, their cameras flashing relentlessly as soon as we step into the hall of Blue Havana Hotel, where Maison's fashion show is being held. I flash a polite smile for their cameras, but they don't let go, they follow, shouting questions about my pa
VANESSA STERLING'S POV My hands clench with rage as I step into the garage of my villa. I just got a bank notification about a massive withdrawal from my emergency account. Only my lazy, good-for-nothing husband, Cyrus, has access to that account, and the thought of him squandering more of my hard
THREE YEARS LATER VANESSA STERLING'S POV "Another lawsuit!" William informs, dropping a pile of documents on my desk. "They’re claiming we stole the designs we released last week."Not again!There have been plenty of bad news for the past three years since I made the gravest of mistakes, marryin







