Is William Afton Vanessa's Dad Novels & Stories

The heavy front door of her father’s mansion closed behind Vanessa with a soft, final click. . She walked slowly across the floor of the entrance hall, her heels making a quiet sound that seemed too small for such a big space. In the living room, her father, Alfredo, was waiting. He stood by the large fireplace, a glass of dark liquid in his hand. He did not turn around as she entered. “Well?” his voice cut through the quiet. “How did Killian take the news?”

She had planned to call Greg to ask him if he could drive her over to Paige's house. Her phone rang and she paused thinking it was Greg calling to ask if she was home already. It was her dad. "Hi Dad," Vanessa said biting into her toast. "Hey, sweetie. Umm...are you home?" "Umm," she replied with her mouth full. "Err...Listen you shouldn't wait up for me alright? I have some work to do so..." Vanessa quickly swallowed. "I understand Dad," she said and then remembered the party. "Hey, Dad,"

When it seemed like things might finally settle, Dad called his assistant in and said, quietly and coldly: "Pull all our contracts with the Bennett Group. Report them for violations. I've already sent you the documentation." The assistant looked stunned, kept her head down and left fast. Vanessa's foster parents finally couldn't sit still. Her foster father gave a nervous laugh. "Ethan, you're just blowing off steam, right? Vanessa got what she deserved. But why bring business into it?" Her foster mother chimed in. "Exactly. And don't forget, my daughter Miranda gave you two children. Doesn't that count for something?"

I took her from Ivan and carried her to my suite. Dropping her on the bed, I couldn’t help but wonder why her body language had changed so much. "What if she’s pregnant?" Vanessa’s words before her death echoed in my ears, but I brushed it off. It’s impossible for her to be pregnant. I came out of my suite, and there was Ivan waiting for me. "Where’s her dad?" I asked. "He’s outside the gate. The gateman didn’t allow him in, and that’s why he called in case you wanted him back in the house," Ivan answered.

He looked at me for a long time with the expression of a man who'd sat with a question all night and had found his answer somewhere in the dark. "No," he said simply. My phone buzzed on the nightstand: a message from Sophie, two sentences that made me sit up immediately. Vanessa's father just walked into the building. He's not alone and the man with him is Cael Morrow.

"Go to your room, darling. Stay there for a little while, okay?" Confusion etched across Vanessa's innocent face as she gazed at her father's disheveled and bloodied figure. Sensing the gravity of the situation, Elena knelt down and gently cupped her face, her voice filled with tenderness. "Daddy needs some time alone, my love. It's not something you should see right now. Please, go to your room and wait for me." Vanessa, sensing the seriousness in her voice, nodded silently, her wide eyes brimming with worry. She turned away from the distressing scene before her and hurriedly retreated to the safety of her room, seeking solace within the familiar comfort of her toys and the sanctuary of her

Why was she still fighting for her? My father, his hands till bloody, pointed at her. “You better watch your mouth, Vanessa. You’ve been really biased in this.” I agreed with a nod. “You should be thankful I haven’t looked for her and kill her myself for deceiving me for years!” my father added. I didn’t like that one. Vanessa scoffed loudly at my father. “And you’d gain what? She bore your kids and was your Luna. Do you prefer a maid like Sasha’s mom?”

Then pale fear crossed her face. Alexander noticed immediately. “What happened?” Vanessa’s voice dropped. “It sent to one person too.” Victor smiled slowly. “Exactly.” Marcus frowned. “To who?” Vanessa looked at the screen. And every color left her face. Because she whispered only one name: “Edward Wolfe.” Silence shattered. Alexander stared. “My father is dead.” Victor smiled wider. “Then someone just opened mail from a dead man.”

"Not to cause you harm. To give you a warning." I didn't take it. "Who are you?" "Elias Vance." He kept the paper extended, patient, like he had nowhere else to be. "I worked with your father." Everything in me went cold. "My father is dead." "I know." Something moved across his face. Not grief exactly, but the shape grief leaves behind when it's been there long enough. "William Ashford was a man who made a lot of enemies. Most of them are still very much alive." He shook the paper slightly. "Take it."

“Do you want to see my name splashed across headlines, plastered all over this city, turned into gossip for everyone to devour? Is that what you want?” “Stupid girl!” Theo’s hand cracked across her cheek. “I didn’t raise a daughter this foolish, Vanessa!” Vanessa’s eyes widened in shock. All she had wanted was to set the record straight in front of the press. She had no intention of giving in to Daven’s demands and would deny, deny, deny her affair with James until her last breath. So why was her father turning on her too?