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“Poor Vanessa.” “Poor Vanessa indeed,” Elena agreed, turning to look at him. “I bet she’s hiding under her bed by now.” “Or she’s chasing Kelvin with a shoe.” They both laughed. But just as Elena was about to show him another meme, the front door burst open. “ELENA BLACKWELL!” Elena jumped, nearly dropping her phone. “Oh my God—Vanessa?” Vanessa stormed into the room like a whirlwind, dressed in a beige trench coat and oversized sunglasses that barely hid her fury. Her hair was slightly messy, and she looked like she hadn’t slept in a day.

His fists, clenched on his knees, tightened even more as he sat on the chair. “She is an engineer,” Vanessa went on, her voice thick with the poisonous hate of her plan. “ She plans bridges, towers, skyscrapers that are meant to be the mark of her power.” Vanessa began to move, her silk robes flowing about, the sound of her footsteps echoing off the huge window before her. “Just think, Tyler. Tyler, think of the headlines if one of her towering structures discovers a crack,” Vanessa said as the curve of her wicked smile on her face became more clear. “The headlines if one of her works is destroyed.”

Vanessa said, "I refuse to believe it." The blonde woman looked down at her own chest. Somehow though all of this, I'd lost track of the fact Vanessa was naked except for her necklace. Vanessa's breasts were fantastic, like the rest of her. But she touched her own tit like it was a sad, popped balloon. "You have to introduce me to your guy," Vanessa said, "Whoever did these for you should be sainted."

Every muscle in my body coiled tight, ready to strike. Vanessa had poisoned Evan Evergreen. Not some rogue element. Not a rival pack. Not even one of Evan's own enemies. Vanessa. The woman standing in my office. The woman I'd been sleeping with. The woman who'd been whispering in my ear for months about strategy and opportunity and taking what was owed to me. She'd committed an act of war against Blackridge. And she'd done it in my name. My vision tunneled. The edges went red and hazy. I could hear my own breathing, harsh and ragged, could feel my claws starting to extend.

I don’t even realize I’m crying until I taste salt on my lips. Then, out of nowhere, a quiet voice breaks the silence. Vanessa. “She is telling the truth.” Everyone turns toward her, including me. She steps forward slowly, her expression unreadable, but her eyes gods, her eyes are filled with something raw and deep. Pity. Empathy. Maybe even understanding. “She was a victim too,” Vanessa says softly. “Damian hurt her. Used her. Just like he used me.” Elara frowns. “Vanessa”

Scanning her from head to toe from her sneakers, and dull blue jeans to the oversized grey hoodie and scoffed. “I’m Vanessa,”

Andrei, Vasha’s wonderful dad, didn’t find her until years later and by that time she was jaded, untrusting, and heavily addicted to alcohol. I knew my little bat inside and out, and so the second she told me her mother wrote, I anticipated all of this. She deserved answers to her burning questions in person, and I’d never make her feel bad for that. If it were me personally I’d cut my losses and move on, but that’s the biggest difference between Vasilisa and I. I’m a runner. I run, and I’m fine with running. Especially from toxic situations. Vasha is a fighter. She stays, and faces everything head on because she had to her whole life. Neither is necessarily good or bad, because everything s

Instead, I keep my hand steady at the small of her back, anchoring her, anchoring myself. Then Vanessa’s voice cuts through the hum like silk over glass. “Damian.” I turn. And there she is. Perfect posture. Perfect hair. Perfect venom behind her smile. “Vanessa,” I say flatly. She glides closer, her gaze sliding to Ariana. Her eyes rake over her from head to toe, lingering on the plain fabric of her dress, the nervous set of her jaw. “So this is her,” Vanessa purrs. “The infamous Miss Blake. I thought the tabloids exaggerated, but… no. They were generous.”

Half sleepy Vanessa then realized that it was her sweet angel mother that was screaming her lungs out. "Who won't wake up from this SWEET SCREAM MOMMM," Vanessa said while sitting up in a lazy way smoothing her fingers in her black hair that was a mess. Well, meet Vanessa Valencia a 17 years old girl with dark black long hair which she got from her mother, chocolate brownish eyes with a thin brown orbit, having a height of an average girl 5 feet 3 with a coffee glow skin. That's Stay in California of the united states far away from the crowded city with her sweet mom Alisa valencia.

Uh, it's Vanessa? Ew! Her voice is annoying! "Nice to meet you too. Have a seat." Sab says while smiling at her. "Thanks." I get more and more annoyed when Vanessa sits beside me and Khai sits beside Von, across to me. What the hell. Argh! "I heard that you are a varsity cheerleader," Steph spoke. "Yes. I am. By the way, I'm Vanessa. Second-year college, from class A." "Oh, you are a senior," Sab says.