Blue Bloods Vanessa Ray Novels & Stories

He hadn't forgotten that little detail. With a calm motion, Daniel picked up his phone, swiping it to open a video that Mike had sent him. The video played, and the voice of Dr. Robert echoed through the quiet room. "Vanessa... Vanessa is the one behind everything. She manipulated me into helping her with the DNA result and other hospital incidents. I didn’t know how far she’d go until it was too late... , I’m sorry. She... she mustn’t get away with this." The message ended, and Daniel placed the phone down on the table with a deliberate, sharp click.

After the shower, I finish getting ready and go back downstairs to the shed, going outside and watching Akira and Jackson set fire to that unfortunate shitty corpse, it's a wonderful sight. '' Sir? I look back, finding David accompanied by a very beautiful woman, model type, thin and tall, she has brown hair, tanned skin, contrasting her light blue eyes, but I prefer my wife a thousand times over. '' Yes? I turn my attention to him. '' This is Vanessa and she is one of the best spies in our mafia, I chose her to be in charge of seducing Sebastião and obtaining information for us. '' Points to her, who looks at me with a mischievous smile, making me roll my eyes.

“You didn’t look surprised.” Her pulse spiked. “Why would I?” He stepped closer. “Because things aren’t adding up.” She met his gaze steadily. “Nothing ever does when people want someone to blame.” “That’s interesting,” Damian said quietly. “Because Reed seems very convinced there’s more to this.” Vanessa let out a small, bitter laugh. “Reed has always liked playing hero.” Damian’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t deflect.” Her composure cracked, just a little. “I did everything for you, why am I being interrogated?”

The hot water was so soothing as its heat seeped into her. Brona hummed something beautiful as she gently washed the blood from Vanessa’s long silver hair. Using a warm washcloth, she wiped the blood and grime from Vanessa’s tired face. “There we go.” Brona smiled. “No more blood.” The turquoise-eyed woman helped Vanessa out of the tub and into a fluffy white bathrobe. “Let’s get you into bed.” She ushered Vanessa to bed and tucked her in. “It was so terrible,” Vanessa murmured, as she lay her head down on the pillow. “So many, so much blood…”

The butler appeared almost immediately, his face carefully blank despite the scene. “Get tea,” I said. “And something warm to eat.” “Yes, sir.” Vanessa sat on the edge of the sofa like she expected someone to drag her away from it. Her hands were trembling. Her coat was soaked through. I took it from her shoulders and draped it over a nearby chair. “Tell me what happened.” She tried to speak, but another sob came out first. I gave her time. Vanessa Reed had once been one of the sharpest people I had ever known. Back in college, she had wanted to be a journalist. Not the glamorous kind who asked celebrities about skincare, but the dangerous kind who chased corruption and exposed powerful men.

They both parted way on mutual agreement and kept a respectable touch with each other. Vanessa was the daughter of Mario Campbell, who was the chief judge of Justice in the city, and her mother Diana Campbell had been the Director-General of the police force in the last twenty years. Vanessa was a detective working in one of the biggest investigations sectors in the country, which was why he reached out to her. He couldn’t protect Jasmin alone. He needed someone with the intelligence and connections to be ahead of whatever Hugo was planning. Vanessa was his only option. “Please let her in,” he replied and not long after, the door opened and the elegant Vanessa walked in dressed in a silver g

’ ‘Who—’ He glanced up, and the glee vanished. Vanessa stepped through the entrance, wearing an all-white suit that made her look like a ghost. Her blonde hair was scraped back, her skin pale enough to make an undertaker proud, and—because subtlety was never her strong suit—there was a bloodstained bandage wrapped around her left wrist. Well. That answered the question of whether my social media post had worked. ‘Christ,’ Cary muttered beside me. His entire body stiffened. ‘What the hell is she doing here?’

"Do you even know who you’re messing with? I’m VIP with Mr. Gambino!" The hitmen worked in silence. The entire family was well aware that I was the heiress, and they respected me a lot. By the time Lucille had been restrained, Dad called. "Daphne, did that bitch from the Gervais family hurt your face?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of anger.

“What?” “Ms Davenport got out in this condition because she was helping a friend get justice for what happened to her. Mr.Raymond made an attempt on the life of Vanessa and took her company away in the process. Having been unconscious, your wife helped her get a confession out for Raymond” The policeman explained. Vanessa? She was the woman I saw in the hospital earlier. I didn't know that Elizabeth and Vanessa were friends. The police are doing their best to find Raymond, sir, he will be out to justice “ he assured

The food before her sliced melon, warm croissants, and berries glowing like jewels was untouched. Across the table, Vanessa poured tea with a grace that could have belonged to a queen. She was radiant in pale blue, her diamonds catching light with every movement. Her smile was soft, warm, almost tender. It was the smile Sierra had grown up with the smile that had once meant safety, love, home. Now it felt like a mask.