Never Too Far Vanessa K Novels & Stories

"Not even close. Put on some jeans. We're going on a trip." "A trip?" "Yes." She grins. "Just you and me." **** Vanessa is the driver. We're both wearing simple jeans and black t-shirts. I used to think it's cringe when couples wore matching outfit but now I find it kinda cute. It was Vanessa's idea to do it. I wonder what she's upto... We've been on the road for two hours now. Every time I ask her if we're getting closer, she just nods and tells me to be patient.

Then the line went dead. Adrian stood still for a long moment. Because Clara wasn’t entirely wrong. He had always chased intensity. Drama. Longing. Vanessa had offered peace. And he mistook peace for lack of passion. Now someone else was offering her peace. And he was terrified. --- The next morning— Vanessa was at a café with Daniel when her phone buzzed. Unknown number. She almost ignored it. Almost. “Hello?” “Vanessa.” Her body stiffened. She recognized the voice instantly.

,Miles said to himself. ********************* Vanessa got outside to the compound of the house. She went to the tree she had dropped the phone Robert gave her. "What the fucking fuck!, it is gone!",she screamed.

And for the first time in a long time, he stopped pretending he did not understand what that meant. End Hook: Vanessa stood in a dim room later that night, speaking into a private call, her voice low and controlled. “She is not just a story anymore,” she said. A pause. Then colder. “She is becoming a movement.”

I said evenly, shaking her hand. “How… unexpected,” she added, her smile tightening. “Lucas never mentioned you.” Lucas’s jaw clenched. “That’s because my personal life is none of your concern.” Vanessa raised an eyebrow. “Still cold, I see.” She leaned closer to me, lowering her voice. “Be careful. He gets bored easily.” Before I could respond, she walked away, her words echoing in my mind. “Who was that?” I asked once she was gone. “No one,” Lucas said too quickly.

Daven’s smile was thin, more of a scoff. “Let me correct you. Vanessa is the one who keeps herself busy—attending social events, auditioning for films, flitting from one fashion show to the next without a second thought, as if she didn’t have a husband. Not to mention lingering for hours in boutiques and art galleries… as though she’s forgotten she has a home to come back to.” “Don’t twist this around!” Theo snapped. “I’m not twisting anything, Mr. Theo. I’m stating facts. And if you want proof… I can send it to you.”

“You always say that.” “Because it’s always true.” We move through the crowd together giving polite smiles, shallow conversations, the rhythm of business wrapped in champagne. For once, the whispers that follow us don’t sound cruel. Until her voice cuts through the air. “Well, isn’t this domestic bliss at its finest?” I freeze. Damian turns before I do. Vanessa stands a few feet away, dressed in red, the kind of red that means war. Her hair gleams under the chandelier, smile sharp enough to cut glass.

Vanessa’s POV Across town, Vanessa Hart slipped into her apartment, tossing her designer bag onto the couch. The city lights poured through the window, gilding her silhouette. She peeled off her fur coat, heels clicking against the hardwood as she poured herself a glass of champagne. Damian hadn’t called. Again. She sank into the sofa, swirling the champagne with a bitter twist of her lips. “How long am I supposed to play this game?” She thought.

I thought she was calling to explain. But the first thing she said after I answered was, "Did you see that video online? "Evan, don't overthink it. "He was driving long-distance for the first time. I was just on the same route." My knuckles turned white around the steering wheel. "On the same route for three hundred miles, Vanessa?" The other end of the call went silent for two seconds. Then her tone sharpened with impatience. "You're still on the interstate. Can you not get emotional right now?

Twelve minutes and forty-three seconds. Vanessa had been careful. I will give her that. She was always careful when it mattered, which was both her greatest strength and ultimately the thing that always undid her because careful people make calculated choices and calculated choices leave tracks. She did not come at me directly. Not once. That would have been too obvious and Vanessa understood optics in a way that was almost impressive.