The Villaness Is Retiring Novels & Stories

Mella sighed, and she asked, "Does she live here in city A?. I haven't seen any lady with you before or around you in the company. Not even at the office." "Well yeah, she doesn't live here in City A. She's in the village," Chris replied, taking a drink from his own glass cup that Mella had poured out for him as he nearly got choked on the chicken pepper soup. "A village girl?!" Mella shouted, looking surprisingly at Chris, as to how a handsome guy like Chris would be dating a village lady. "What if she has another guy in the village that she's dating behind your back because of the distance?" Mella questioned Chris, and he shrugged as he didn't like the sound of that.

On a Tuesday in October she and Cristina sit across the usual table and Cristina says something she has not said before. "I am going to retire in three years," Cristina says. Valentina is still. Not from surprise exactly — Cristina is sixty-six, this is not an unexpected statement. But from the quality of it: said directly, which means it has been decided, not considered. "Three years," she says.

Richard preferred to lose his business throne rather than touch Vanessa ever again. Vanessa stared at her own reflection in the wet windowpane. Her beautiful face looked exhausted, lined with a profound sense of defeat. All the dirty plans, coercion, and intrigues she had meticulously built over the years collapsed completely in a single night. That man would never look at her, even if she were the only woman left on earth. "Damn it... I give up," Vanessa whispered softly, her voice breaking into a bitter chuckle laden with resignation. She gulped down the rest of her champagne, then grabbed her handbag. For the first time, the cunning woman walked away without looking back, accepting her ab

This is what it looks like when someone actually has your back. CHAPTER 69 (Vivienne's POV) The calls stop coming entirely within forty eight hours. The film role is recast within a week, quietly, without acknowledgment of why. Two brands drop their endorsement deals citing routine portfolio review. Vivienne sits alone in her apartment surrounded by the architecture of a career she spent a decade building and watches it disassemble itself with the same patience she once used to build it. She does not cry. She is not built for that kind of softness. She simply begins, methodically, to think about what comes next, because women like her do not disappear. They relocate.

Virelle looked around first and then she slipped a small pouch into the servant’s hand and coins clinked inside. The servant looked nervous. “I… I don’t know if I should…” “You should.” “What if Alpha Cassian finds out?” “He won’t.” The servant swallowed. “What exactly do you want me to say?” Virelle smiled. “Only the truth people already believe.” The servant looked confused. “What truth?” Virelle’s smile grew wider. “Tell everyone Lady Nyra has changed Alpha Cassian.” “Say he no longer cares about his own people.” “Say she is dividing the kingdom.”

The audience applause. With a warm smile, Miss Lane continues, “I wish you the best with Abel. He’d be lucky to have you back.” She turns to the camera. “And to our viewers, stay tuned We look forward to having billionairess Vanessa Sterling back on the show soon. Until next time,” I switch off the tv feeling humiliated, angry, and heartsick. This was the price I had to pay for having fallen in love once. I think in disgust. I am going celibate for the rest of my life.

Zean said confidently, boasting about himself. Shortly after that, another new member arrived. Vilia had just gotten out of the car and removed the sunglasses she had been wearing earlier. The girl walked in with graceful steps and a sweet smile that was actually so forced. She didn't want to smile at all considering the embarrassing and painful incident last night. And all this because of her own doing. "Oooh, no. How about this, can I do it later?" thought Vilia. I don't know, Vilia shook her head. She pushed away the negative thoughts of a plan that Esson had ordered last night. And all of that was just so that the naked video and her game with Esson would not be widely spread.

Chloe sat on the couch with her rounded belly clearly visible under a loose sweater, a tablet on her lap. “I’m done,” Vanessa announced, voice carrying through the entire space. “I met someone richer who doesn’t need a backup plan and a fat surrogate to produce an heir. I’m backing out. No more pretending this was ever my idea.” Damian stepped out of his office, phone already buzzing with incoming notifications. “Vanessa, what the hell are you…” “Check the tabloids,” she cut in, tossing her hair. “It’s already leaking., I’m not getting tied down to this mess, You handle your little arrangement. I’m out.”

Marcelo gently held her chin, guided her face toward him, and made her gaze into his eyes. He couldn't bear her refusal to meet his eyes. “I’m throwing tantrums?" Renee laughed scornfully. "Then I'll throw tantrums even more! Marcelo, I want you to dismiss Vivian from Harvillston. Would you do that for me?" If Harvillston passed over Vivian for the job, the fashion world would soon start whispering. They'd inevitably unearth the old story of her contract breach with Light. Marcelo gave Renee a puzzled look. He couldn't fathom why she'd made such a request.