Vanessa And Gregory 34 Novels & Stories

“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?”

“Tell me, how are you feeling? Truly.” Evelyn’s throat tightened. “Tired. Overwhelmed.” He nodded slowly. “Pregnancy will do that. But stress makes it worse. You mustn’t let gossip or noise trouble you.” Her breath caught. “You mean Vanessa.” Gregory’s smile was faint, but kind. “Vanessa thrives on chaos. Let her. She cannot touch what matters. And what matters is here.” His gaze flicked, almost tenderly, toward her stomach. “My grandchild.”

“I'm sorry Vanessa” “For what?” Tears streamed down my face. “We are going to have our wedding postponed tomorrow,” He said. How could he possibly joke at a time like this? “What happened?” I asked. He sighed, his hands still cupping my face. “I met Katherine in the office because she wanted to meet up to discuss our partnership.” He exhaled sharply. “Wayne suddenly showed up and we walked in together, When we did Eloise was on the floor, dead, and soaking in her own blood while Katherine stood over her”

Dan said. He was the best looking of the three Aislen thought, his smile charming and his green eyes against his coffee-cream skin striking, although Tom was probably the more classically handsome with his clean-cut features and square jaw. Greg in comparison had neither the charm or regular features, but there was an intensity to his eyes and a confidence to him that made him the most dominant and eye-catching of the three. “How is Abigail?” Heath asked. “Surviving,” Greg replied angling his head to look beyond Talen and Aislen. “Why do you believe that the Van Helsings are here for the vampires, Heath? What timing coincidence leads you to that conclusion?”

Holding the woman’s hand, he approached me. “Elena, this is Vanessa, she’s—” Before he could finish, Vanessa flashed a confident smile and offered her hand to me. “Hi, I’m Vanessa, Hector’s partner. We fell in love on the battlefield.” I laughed bitterly, anger making my voice shake. “Partner? You mean mistress, right?” Vanessa’s smile faltered. Hector glared at me, his voice low and warning. “Elena, don’t do this.” I met his gaze, my tone icy.

Vanessa closed the file slowly. Three weeks. That was the timeline Hale had given her. Three weeks to decide whether she wanted to remain an executive inside someone else’s empire… Or build her own. Her phone buzzed softly on the table. Adrian. Still thinking about it? Vanessa stared at the message for a moment before replying. Yes. Three dots appeared almost instantly. Come downstairs. She frowned slightly. Why? His reply came seconds later. Just come. Vanessa sighed softly, grabbing her coat before heading toward the elevator.

And before she realises that my marriage with her is not contract but legit, I must win her heart’. Vanessa arranged her desk and put all the files inside the wardrobe. She saw that her brothers had also arranged their desks, causing her to stand up from her seat. She approached Xavier who was lying on the sofa, and said to him, “Xavier, it's time for us to leave. It's already 7pm”. Xavier was seriously in his own world of imagination, and wasn't able to hear a thing that Vanessa had said to him. “Xavier”. Vanessa called him for the second time, but it was still the same thing. No reaction.

A woman in a white coat came to the house. She introduced herself as Dr. Thompson, a psychologist. "Hello, Emily." I didn't speak. Mom wrung her hands. "You have to give her a command, or she won't talk." Dr. Thompson frowned. "Please tell me your name." "Unit EVA." Dr. Thompson's pen paused on her notepad. "And your real name?" "Emily Walker. But that's my former name. Academy regulations require graduating students to use their unit numbers as their official designations."

“I don't regret anything. I took what belonged to me. I had a plan for the Green Forest and Silver Crest packs, a plan to bring us together and make us strong.” “And see where that dream has brought you,” his father said with anger. “In chains under the control of those who betrayed you.” For a moment there was silence between them, and it was filled with stress and things left unsaid. Raider's heart raced as he remembered Cassandra's clever smile. The betrayal hurt more than he wanted to show. Suddenly, light laughter broke the tense mood, making both men look towards where it came from. Cassandra walked in looking proud with cruelty in her eyes. “Isn’t this lovely?” she teased while foldin