Is William Afton Vanessa's Dad Novels & Stories

You are nothing but a cheap criminal. Vanessa scoff. "You disappoint me Vanessa" Mum say making Vanessa look at her. "You are evil. And I don't want to ever see you near my daughter or this family again" "She won't." Dad say. "I'll make sure of that. Take her to the airport please" he say to the cops. "She is to be taken back to Terrison. I have made arrangements already. I have a detective waiting at Terrison to lock her up immediately." "Yes sir" The cops say as they drag Vanessa along.

It hurt to breathe because the quiet was so heavy on my chest. I slowly moved away from the desk. My legs felt weak, like they no longer knew how to hold me up. The truth settled into place piece by piece, sharp and unforgiving. Being greedy wasn't the reason that killed my dad; it was a planned move on someone else's board. Nathan broke the silence first. “So Vanessa didn't just start this overnight,” he said carefully. “She was raised inside it.” Even though he spoke calmly, his eyes were red with anger. I nodded once, my throat too tight to say anything.

He read through the article, which was just blameless speculations about me and Caleb being a couple. My mind was pointing to one person—Vanessa. She had to be the one behind this. She was the one with the power to do something like this. Elise’s digging around had found that her father owned a few media houses around the city, which meant she was loaded. "What is this?” my father finally asked what felt like the forbidden question. I turned to him with my mouth slightly open as I tried to make up anything to make the situation better. Taylor storming off when we were supposed to be playing the happy couple didn't help at all.

Dad’s probably still at the office, or the club, or wherever rich men go to pretend they’re not fifty and married to a woman who flinches when they touch her. He’ll come home tonight, smell the sex in the air, see the faint bruises on Lila’s throat, notice the extra bounce in my step, and he won’t say a goddamn word. Because he thinks he bought first rights, and men like him believe money makes everything clean. Vanessa’s upstairs licking her wounds, probably already transferring funds, moving pieces on the chessboard she thinks she still controls. She’ll try to freeze Lila out, dock her pay, make her life hell, scare her into quitting before Dad empties another drawer of cash on her. Classi

“ She saw the cops Taking them away and she asked me why. You know Vanessa was an orphan right?” He asked and Jonah Nodded his head. “ Yes” He said. “ Vanessa isn’t an orphan. I investigated for her parents too and found out her Mum’s death is connected to my parents death” He Said pitifully. “ Oh No, Did you tell her?” He asked and Alfred nodded his head. “ Yes, I made a very big mistake”. “ You did what you ought to do. She will find out someday about this even if you didn’t tell her” Jonah told him and he sighed. “ Do you think Vanessa would want to be with me After this?” He asked and Jonah Smiled. “ She will” He patted him on the arm.

Vanessa said turning to Steppenwolf. Dad? Did I hear it right? I think my facial expression betrayed me because it soon caught Vanessa's attention and she repeated to me, "Yes, he is my father, and no, my name is not Vanessa. Of course, no one in their full mental faculties would hire a person connected to him anyway, so some changes to my documents were necessary." Just because of that, Vanessa, or whoever she was, would be in trouble with the government. Wasn't she afraid of getting caught? Apparently, nope.

Vanessa was seated near her father’s coffin with tears streaming down her eyes while Nathan and a few other people were making sure everything was going fine. They decided to bury Mr Baxter just that same after his death in order to speed up things and the fact that Vanessa didn’t want to leave it in the morgue. She was his daughter after all and they didn’t want to go against her. People were pouring in to wish her their condolences but her eyes opened wide and she abruptly stood up when she saw a certain person walk into the funeral home.

I confessed the raw truth, and my voice wavered slightly as the heavy words hung in the quiet room. Damien let out a very long, tired sigh, and he leaned back against the dark chair to study my tense face in the faint moonlight. "Vanessa warned me that you were growing far too attached to her strange daughter, yet I never thought you would be this foolish," my father muttered, and he rubbed his bearded jaw with a heavy hand. "Jaslyn is not strange, and Vanessa is a liar who poisons her own child every single morning," I revealed the dark secret, and I hoped the truth would shift his anger toward the real villain.

He continued, his tone had taken a dangerous edge. Vanessa's eyes flashed with hate. "I did not think I would need to defend myself against you Americans." She sneered towards me. "The information isn't something that should be hard for any of you, though. My father is a respected man, and he would only do business with men with wives." "Not girlfriends." She looked at Kevin dead in the eyes. "Not whoring around." Charles. "And certainly not still mourning a wife you murdered while having a son you don't even attend to."

Unknown number: “Saw the photos from tonight’s dinner. You looked cozy. Shame Adrian’s father already called Victor to discuss ‘the situation.’ I wonder what situation that could be? Sleep tight, darling. - V” Vanessa. And just like that, every warm feeling evaporates. Because while I was deciding to trust Adrian, his father was already plotting to end this. And Vanessa knows about it. Which means I’m walking into Friday’s dinner already condemned. The only question is: does Adrian know?