Vanessa Marano Relationships Novels & Stories

It’s intoxicating, dangerous. “You must be Amara Villafuerte,” he says, his voice a low drawl that slides over me like silk. My throat goes dry. “It’s… Amara De Guzman now.” His lips curl into a smirk that makes my stomach twist. “Right. My brother’s wife.” Brother... The word slams into me. My eyes widen as realization dawns. He extends a hand lazily, his gaze locked on mine, unyielding. “Luke De Guzman. The black sheep. The one they don’t introduce at weddings.”

Keeping that in mind, I said I wanted to grow a relationship with her first and later we will discuss the marriage, he agreed to that and from then I had to tolerate Jessica. I know she was giving bitchy attitude towards Venessa, but I had to ignore her stupid behavior because of her father, I know that she lied that Venessa pushed her actually she wanted to push and make Venessa fall from stairs but instead of Venessa, she slipped and fell down from the stairs and broke her ankle.

Manuel said briefly. Vanessa looked at him dubiously. "I don't think that you believe me, Manuel," she said. "Why?" "Marina is your girlfriend. You've chosen her over me countless times. She is connected with Mara. So if I hurt anything that belongs to her I'm sure she would have informed you already" Vanessa narrated. "I'm not a fool to believe you easily. It's easy for Marina to penetrate the minds of anyone who wants to fall into her trap" Manuel squinted his eyes upon hearing her explanations. He couldn't understand why Vanessa always mistook him.

Once D'Angelo left, Vanessa allowed herself to relax for a bit, but she became crestfallen again the moment she thought about her BMW that was still without its wheels. Leonardo had changed the subject so smoothly that she forgot all about demanding compensation. "Young Mistress Vanessa," Vincent called out respectfully. Vanessa turned around and said gently, "Mr. Clayton, you don't need to call me that. Just call me Vanessa. Leo and I are... well, married in secret. Old Madam Quinn and the others don't even know about us." She was not going to say a word either if Leonardo did not make their relationship public. Just in case he played her for a fool again.

He was mad that Nala had interrupted him when he was trying to take Mara from Vanessa, his Assistant was so happy about everything as he followed him out. “ Are you?” Nala asked and Vanessa Smiled. “ My name’s Vanessa, I’m part of the chefs” She said smiling. Vanessa wanted to bow her head but she didn’t because according to her, she was older than Nala. Nala smiled, she looked at Mara who was holding her Teddy and moved closer to them. “ She’s pretty” She said and Mara looked at her. “ Thank you” Mara said. “ You’re welcome, do you want to go out with me?” Nala asked Mara but before she could say a word, Vanessa interrupted.

“He has moved on though,” As I spoke, I watched Vanessa's face transform from confusion to disbelief, and finally to a mixture of anger and hurt. “Uhm….. he has?” “Yeah, he is even married to your sister Evelyn” As I spilled the fabricated truth about Evelyn's marriage to Dante, Vanessa's face transformed before my eyes. Shock registered in her widened eyes, and her mouth fell open in disbelief. The disappointment etched on her features was palpable as if I had shattered her trust in an instant.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. I’m sorry Vincenzo had to take you away, but we’ll make it right tonight.” “And who is this young lady?” Roberto asked, gesturing toward Marianne. Before Mother could respond, Vincenzo returned, his voice booming. “She is my wife’s older sister, Marianne Washington.” “She looks nothing like her sister,” Roberto remarked. Marianne began to speak, but Vincenzo cut her off. “She was on her honeymoon with her husband, Clinton. That’s why she wasn’t at her sister’s wedding.” Gabby interjected, “Well, we’re all here now. Let’s enjoy the night as one big family.”

“No, Cassandra. You need him. You’ve lost control. You’re risking your whole marriage for a man who’s probably spending your money on another woman.” “Stop it!” Cassandra shouted suddenly, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Don’t talk about him like that! Marcus loves me!” People at nearby tables turned to look at them. Vanessa quickly pulled Cassandra back down to her seat. “Keep your voice down,” she hissed. Cassandra sniffed, picking up a tissue to wipe her face. “You’re just jealous,” she said quietly. “You don’t want to see me happy.” Vanessa looked shocked. “Jealous? Cassandra, I’m the only person still trying to save you from destroying your own life!”

Overwhelming. "Um. You can't just..." "Tell him Vanessa's here." The woman walked toward the living room like she owned the place. Settled onto the couch with practiced grace. Crossed her long legs. Leighton stood frozen in the doorway. Vanessa. The name pinged something in her memory. Then it clicked. Vanessa Moreau. Supermodel. Noah's ex. The one from all the tabloid photos. The one he'd been photographed with at clubs and galas and yacht parties.

Then he said quietly— “I told you before.” Vanessa waited. “I don’t flinch when powerful women grow.” His eyes didn’t leave hers. “But I do watch carefully where that growth takes them.” Vanessa exhaled slowly. Because the decision ahead of her wasn’t just business. It would change everything. Her career. Her influence. And possibly— Her relationship with Adrian. --- Across the city, Marco received a message from Hale. Two words. She’s considering. Marco leaned back slowly in his chair.