Vanessa Carlysle Novels & Stories

Vanessa Hart didn't believe in patience. She believed in results. And results, so far, had evaded her. She stood in the mirror of her luxury suite, adjusting the diamond studs in her ears as her assistant rattled off Ethan's updated schedule from across the room. "He's attending the Crossline Foundation Gala next Friday. You'll be on the guest list." "Obviously," Vanessa murmured, applying a red lip with flawless precision. "And Talia James?" the assistant asked hesitantly. "She's listed as the new creative head for Elancé's capsule show at the same event. Rumor is, she's dressing the board of directors."

Horns blared, lights flashed, and the entire student section went wild. Vanessa Reyes stood among them, heart bursting with pride. At nineteen, she was the envy of every girl in the school. Flowers clutched tightly in her manicured hands — deep red roses she’d spent her last paycheck on — she screamed at the top of her lungs, jumping up and down in her tight school sweater that hugged her full, perky breasts and short pleated skirt that showed off her long, toned legs. “Noah! Noah! That’s my man!” she yelled, voice hoarse but glowing.

Vanessa woke up feeling victorious. She stretched and yawned luxuriously. Today was yet another day to watch Isla Carter getting dragged through the filth of public scorn. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed wearing a smirk. And guess the best part of it all? Vanessa hadn’t even lifted a finger; it was someone else from the sky who had taken it upon himself to do the dirty work. With some effort, she pushed herself up and wanted to rearrange a pillow when a glow from her phone caught her attention.

Vanessa’s POV Across the city, Vanessa Hart paced her apartment, anger simmering like acid. Her phone screen still glowed with the name: Evelyn Carter. She’d done her research. A waitress. A nobody. Drowning in debt. And now, thanks to Gregory Blackwood’s scheming, she was living in the mansion? About to carry Damian’s heir? Vanessa’s nails dug into her palms. No. That was supposed to be her. She was supposed to be in that position. She had worked too hard for that. She glanced at her vanity mirror, at the flawless reflection she had built like armor. She had worked too hard, sacrificed too much, to be replaced by a girl who didn’t even know how to play the game.

Claire nodded warily. The woman studied her for a long moment, then said, "I'm Vanessa Hart. I'm... well, I suppose you could call me a friend of the family." She moved to the mirror, but her eyes stayed on Claire's reflection. "You look upset. Let me guess - Caroline cornered you?" "How did you.. " "Because that's what Caroline does. She finds the weakness and presses until something breaks." Vanessa pulled out her own lipstick. "What did she say? That you're temporary? That you don't belong?"

" Victoria explained to Gisele calmly. Gisele sneered and looked at Victoria, because Sofia had told her that Jackson's girlfriend was Victoria, and Gisele could see that Victoria was beautiful. Her face was pleasant, and her skin was fair, in addition to her long, soft hair. Her beauty was unique, and Gisele now understood why Jackson could be attracted to her. “Come to my office!” Gisele was jealous of Victoria and then left in her heels for her office. Victoria saw her leave, and her eyebrows furrowed. “Looks like I have another Carol to deal with now.” She had a headache, and Victoria sat down for a while and took a deep breath before going to Gisele's office. Meanwhile, Vanessa, Jackson

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.

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 The second I stepped out of the shower, steam curling around my skin, I knew she was coming. It wasn’t just my heightened senses picking up on her approach—the light drag of her bare feet across the wooden floor, the hesitation in her breath—it was something else. Something deeper. I had taken two showers tonight. Two. And neither had done a damn thing to wash her off me. Vanessa. City girl with a sharp tongue and eyes that gave her away more than she realized. Stubborn as hell, quick to push, quicker to run. And yet, here she was.

A tall woman in a fire-red dress strutted in, her heels echoing against the floor. "Where is he?" she demanded. Her eyes landed on Calla, who stood casually near the island. Vanessa sneered. "Who is this?" Calla smiled slowly. "Hi. And you are?" Vanessa snorted. "I’m Vanessa. Killian’s girlfriend. And you? What maid gave herself permission to sit in my man’s house like she owns it?" Calla blinked. "You think I’m the maid? That’s cute."