All Chapters of My Teenage Sweetheart : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

{Vanessa’s POV}It happened on a night when the mansion was buzzing with guests. Lisa and Lady Sinclair were both in silk gowns, sipping wine, whispering in corners, their eyes flicking toward me more than once. I felt the weight of it, but ignored it, clinging to the fragile happiness Vincent and I had built.Later that night, Diana pulled me aside. “Be careful, Nessa,” she warned, her brows furrowed. “I don’t like the way they’re watching you.”I smiled faintly, brushing it off. “I’ll be fine. Vincent won’t let anything happen.”I was wrong.I never saw the powder slipped into my drink. Never felt the trap until it was too late. My eyelids grew heavy, the world blurring, my body weakening as I stumbled toward the maids’ quarters.When I woke, it was to the sound of a roar.“WHAT IS THIS?!”My vision cleared enough to see Vincent standing at the doorway, fury etched into every line of his face. I followed his gaze—only to see a man, half-dressed, scrambling off the bed beside me.“No

{Vanessa’s POV}The morning light spilled across the Sinclair mansion, warm and golden. Vincent’s arms had held me close, and even now, two weeks later, his words still echoed in my mind: “Don’t leave me again…This time, there was no hiding. No late-night sneaking through the hallways, no shadows to cover what we felt. When I stepped into the dining room, Vincent was already at the head of the long polished dining table. Lady Sinclair sat poised at his right, and across from him, Lisa’s eyes locked on me—sharp, cold, cutting through me like glass.The moment Vincent saw me, his lips curved in the kind of smile — the kind that made my heart trip over itself. He didn’t care who was watching. He pulled out the chair beside him.“Sit here,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving mine.I hesitated, feeling Lisa’s glare burn into me and catching the sharp inhale from Lady Sinclair. But I refused to shrink back this time. Lifting my chin, I walked forward and took the seat beside him. H

{ Vanessa’s POV}The silence that followed was deafening. Even the air seemed to hold its breath.Lady Sinclair’s hand trembled in the air before she lowered it slowly, her eyes narrowing at her son. “Unbelievable,” she muttered bitterly before sweeping out after Lisa, her gown whispering against the floor like a warning.The moment the door closed behind her, Vincent’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. His hold wasn’t painful, but it was firm, unyielding, urgent.“Come with me,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.He pulled me through the corridors, his stride long and sure. I stumbled to keep up, clutching my skirts, my pulse racing. My wrist tingled where his hand gripped me, and though his hold wasn’t cruel, it was charged with something I couldn’t name—anger, desperation, maybe even longing.To anyone watching, it might have looked like a knight whisking a maiden away. To me, it felt like being pulled into the heart of a storm. Servants glanced up as we passed,

{Vanessa’s POV}The silver tray rattled in my grip, the sound matching the rhythm of my heart.“Take this to Vincent’s room,” Lady Sinclair had ordered, her tone leaving no space for protest. “Now.”Every part of me wanted to beg her to send someone else. Anyone else. But her eyes were sharp, her patience thin, and I knew the consequences of disobedience.So I walked. Step by step, the weight of the tray grew heavier, though it wasn’t the glass of wine or the plate of fruit that burdened me. It was his name. Vincent. The man I had spent ten years trying to forget and ten seconds falling apart in front of at the boutique.The hallway stretched endlessly, my footsteps muffled against the thick rug. The air was heavy, filled with the faint scent of polished wood and roses from the vases that lined the corridor. The walls were covered in oil paintings of grim ancestors whose eyes seemed to follow me as I moved. Diana had whispered earlier that he was in the bathroom, and I clung to that f