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With a heavy sigh, I noted her thick metal glasses hung at the end of her nose as she looked down at the stapled papers in her hand. “Vanessa Thomas.” She glanced up from the paper to take me in before glancing down once more, her finger drug over the lines of student names until falling on my own. “Ah, yes,” she muttered before she turned towards one of the boxes on the floor, pulling out a yellow manila envelope and holding it out to me. “Here you go. Next!” Bedlam wasn’t known to be one of the friendliest places in the world, but I enjoyed it here.

I asked in shock while looking at elexier and the driver back and fourth. “Sir! I’m sorry Sir but this black van got in the way!” his driver said that made me look outside and yeah. A black van suddenly got on the way blocking us. I thought it was just an accident but heck no! Man is their black mask and armed with gun suddenly got outside the van making me panic to the max! “Oh my! Oh my! Elexier they’re gonna kill us! AHHH!” I screamed silently and shook Elexier’s arms. My widened obviously so scared right now. Damn! My heart is beating so fast! I don’t wanna die!

She thought that he would kill her. She regretted going to the meeting in the first place. She didn't stop blaming herself even though it's been more than a month since the incident happened. Vanessa adjusted her blazer as she took the microphone and resumed her speech. "As you all already know, I am Vanessa Sanchez, an actress and a model. I would also like to add one more identity to my name. This has been my secret for so many years but I will let you all know today that I am V_Secrets…" She stated.

GAVIN I’ve spent most of my life controlling narratives. Make it clean. Make it sharp. Make it disappear. But tonight? Tonight, I let it unravel. No regrets. Vanessa went down like the universe handed Parker a gift-wrapped opportunity, and she didn’t blink. Execution. Delivery. She tripped Vanessa like she was born to do it. Then she handled it like a pro. Kneeling beside her. Brushing her hair back. Asking if she was okay while smiling like an angel.

“That’s right, I had such a fright. Elias was bleeding so much that I thought it was a bad cut. Thank goodness he’s alright.” She spoke as if she were Elias’ girlfriend and would inadvertently glance at Mimi from time to time as she spoke. Mimi was focusing on her food, seemingly unbothered by their conversation. Zeke smiled. “Look at me, my dinner was served ages ago, and I haven’t even asked. Burnham, who is…” Before Elias could answer, Vanessa beamed and reached out her hand to Zeke. “Hello, my name is Vanessa. I’m a model and Elias’ girlfriend.”

she whispered. Win raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” Vanessa leaned in closer, her voice turning low and seductive. “You always liked Victoria, right? I’ll let you sleep with her. In return, you delete every single video and image you have of me.” Win stared at her for a moment, then laughed. “That’s a good deal. But how do I know you’re not bluffing?” Vanessa reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. She held it up in front of his face.

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“Well, this is adorable.” The voice was smooth. Cold. And very familiar. Lila’s stomach dropped instantly. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Vanessa Hart. The queen of Northbridge University. Slowly, Lila looked up. Vanessa stood a few feet away under the glow of the streetlights, looking as flawless as always. Her long blonde hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and her fitted black jacket hugged her figure like it had been designed specifically for her.

The nobody waitress who thought carrying his child made her important. Vanessa’s jaw clenched as she snapped the lid onto her travel mug of coffee, her reflection in the glossy surface glaring back at her. Evelyn didn’t understand the world Damian lived in. She didn’t know the rules. But Vanessa did. And she wasn’t about to lose to someone who had only just stumbled onto the stage. She slipped into her coat, grabbed her bag, and strode out of the apartment, heels clicking across the marble floor. The clinic smelled faintly of bleach and medications.

Vanessa’s offer of a full day alone with Michael had left everyone on edge , especially Mirabel and Mitchelle, whose touches had grown more possessive overnight. A sharp knock at the door shattered the quiet. Mirabel’s eyebrows rose. “That must be the ‘company’ you mentioned.” Vanessa smiled like a cat who had already eaten the canary. She sauntered to the door and opened it, revealing a tall, strikingly beautiful woman in her early thirties with sharp features, platinum blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and an aura of effortless dominance. This was Elena , Vanessa’s longtime play partner and occasional mentor, known in their private circles as someone who specialized in breaking str