Gregory X Vanessa Novels & Stories

“Mr. Blackwell! Is it true that Vanessa Whitmore has been asked to consult on the merger as a third-party attorney? Will your wife be comfortable with you working closely with your ex-girlfriend?” Xavier’s hand tightened on my back and I felt him go still. Ex-girlfriend. So it was true. Vanessa Whitmore wasn’t just some random professional contact. She was someone from Xavier’s past, someone he’d been involved with. And apparently she wasn’t just reaching out to reminisce—she was going to be working with Xavier directly as his attorney. It felt like my heart stopped, my entire life crashing around me and I didn’t have a single say in it. Was I maybe fooling myself thinking Xavier felt the sa

“Paige drowned her” My heart raced. “Why?” “Because..” He paused. It looked like he was falling asleep. I tapped him lightly. “Because?” “Because Vanessa was in the way” “In Way of what?” “In our way, Paige and I were secretly dating; she wanted Vannessa out of the way, so she downed her,” he said weakly. “But it's okay, nothing is going on between Paige and me anything.” he squeezed my thighs. “You are the woman I love”

“I ought to know a little more about you.” “Vanessa’s actually Vanessa Flynn. Gregory Flnn’s daughter.” Samuel piped up without a preamble. He was trying to help with his earnest expression. But Vanessa had a hard time describing herself via a relationship with someone else. She can’t say she is in love with Beatrice’s brother or working here because of money struggle, so being a daughter of someone she hardly knew worked just as well. “You can get to know me and decide for yourself.” Now, if only there could be a conversation not involving her, she’d feel blessed. Beatrice smiled and kept talking to Noah. She hadn’t paid attention to him since entering the room and tuned both of them out.

‌ "Do you truly grasp the depth of our influence, Vanya? The lives intertwined with our designs? Spill this truth to Kevin, and the dominos will tumble, consequences echoing far beyond your imaginings." ‌ Vanya's laughter, though laced with defiance, held a thread of wry amusement. ‌ "Ah, Gregory, the allure of your power. It's almost endearing how you think it's unique to you." ‌ Their confrontation hung in the air, a blend of seriousness and the lingering echoes of whimsy that had painted their earlier exchanges. ‌ And then, as if embodying her defiance in its rawest form, Vanya's retort reached its climax. With a swift motion, she spat at Gregory's face, a gesture of defiance that punctua

All the cosmetics slithered away to the floor at once, making a loud chattering noise. Vanessa walked to the bed and sat on it. She took her phone and dialed a number on it, it was Zoe's. Zoe picked up on the second ring and Vanessa started pouring out all her mind at once. She told Zoe how she had searched for Kavinsky all around school only to find out that he was with that Kaylee girl of a thing. She told Zoe how Kavinsky had said he was taking Kaylee home in his car too. "Calm down, calm down girlfriend", Zoe's cheery voice was heard at the other end of the phone. Vanessa managed to calm down for a while after taking deep breaths.

Before she could finish, a woman approached the table. Tall. Impeccably dressed. Familiar. Vanessa’s stomach dropped. “Elise’s friend,” she murmured under her breath. Alexander’s jaw tightened instantly. “I see her.” The woman smiled brightly. “Alexander. It’s been a while.” “Not long enough,” he said coolly. Her eyes slid to Vanessa, assessing. Measuring. “And you must be Vanessa.” Vanessa stood slowly. “Yes.” “I’m Celeste,” she said. “Elise and I grew up together.”

“Spill it. Have your moment.” Vanessa didn’t waste a beat. “I don’t like to pry, well, maybe just a little, but we had a job to do. And back there? You looked like you saw a damn ghost. I get it, he’s Alexandro Rivelry, but that’s not supposed to mean anything to us.” It was the most serious I’d seen her, and somehow, that made it worse. I always thought Vanessa was just here for the paycheck. Turns out, she cared a lot more than I gave her credit for.

Draven’s voice was low, smooth, but the underlying tension was undeniable. Kael glanced at Vanessa, then stood up. "I’ll leave you two to talk." Vanessa didn’t move as Kael exited, his heavy footsteps fading down the corridor. Draven’s gaze remained fixed on her, as though he could see straight through to her soul. "Are you all right?" he asked, his voice softening. Vanessa swallowed the lump in her throat. "I should be asking you that." He stepped closer, the heat from his body radiating through the air. She didn’t back away. Instead, she met his gaze, feeling that strange, undeniable pull between them.

“Don’t you dare talk about her like that.” Vanessa’s lips twisted into a smirk. “Oh, so I’m not allowed? Funny. You dumped her, remember? The day you decided she wasn’t ‘good enough’ for your precious contract. You introduced her to me, Greg. Me! You practically shoved her into my path like she was nothing.” Greg’s voice cracked with fury. “She wasn’t nothing!” The words hung between them like shattered glass. Vanessa blinked but refused to back down. “Then what am I, Greg? Hm?” Her tone dripped with venom. “The consolation prize? The safe choice? While you sit here worshipping a woman who made a fool of you and now parades herself as queen of an empire?”

If you do not come to me as I have instructed, then you might not make it to the next morning… not with complete body parts anyways. I want to see you, my little muse. I want to touch you. Come to me or die. X.” I drop the letter on my lap. “Really, Vanessa, if I were Halloway, I’d probably pack up my stuff and run to Antarctica.” Vanessa flips her hair over one shoulder and shrugs. “She should. The little bitch really should.” “Do you think the guys are ready?” She picks up her phone. “Let’s find out, shall we?“