Vanessa Ray On Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

"Do you even know who you’re messing with? I’m VIP with Mr. Gambino!" The hitmen worked in silence. The entire family was well aware that I was the heiress, and they respected me a lot. By the time Lucille had been restrained, Dad called. "Daphne, did that bitch from the Gervais family hurt your face?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of anger.

The blue-colored eye guy! "Who exactly is this Vanessa?", Kaylee asked immediately as she turned her head back to face Anna. * * *

Vanessa yelled as she pulled away from zayne and paced back and forth around the room, rubbing her temples to calm herself down. "How? Also what does that have to do with me being a P.I? Look Vanessa I'll need you to explain everything to me fully so I can understand, I'd be lieing if I tell you I'm not confused." Zayne insisted. While facing the door shamefully, Vanessa started, "I paid a driver a few weeks ago if not about a month ago and it didn't go as planned. It was very low-key, iw as still with William at that time but he had no idea I had a hand in it. After Catherine was admitted that was when everything started going wrong. I never even knew investigations about that were being ca

“Spill it. Have your moment.” Vanessa didn’t waste a beat. “I don’t like to pry, well, maybe just a little, but we had a job to do. And back there? You looked like you saw a damn ghost. I get it, he’s Alexandro Rivelry, but that’s not supposed to mean anything to us.” It was the most serious I’d seen her, and somehow, that made it worse. I always thought Vanessa was just here for the paycheck. Turns out, she cared a lot more than I gave her credit for.

“Vanessa.” Everyone turned toward him. Ryan continued grimly. “She’s been pushing every lever she can. First she tried to mess with my brother’s family, now this. It’s all connected.” My heart clenched. What had Vanessa done to his brother’s family? I’d suspected her involvement in this, but hearing it said aloud made it real. “Let her play her game,” I murmured. “We’ll survive it.” Ryan stepped closer. “You don’t have to do this alone, Celeste.”

I turned towards the secret staircase that would take me to Dante's penthouse. But a sudden, overwhelming scent stopped me dead in my tracks. Roses and metallic blood. Click. Clack. Click. The sound of high heels echoing on the hardwood floor. From the shadows at the end of the hall, a figure stepped into the flashing red light. The identity of the person was Vanessa. She wore her usual red coat but she did not appear to be a diplomat at that time. She carried a long silver dagger which had a cruel appearance in her right hand. Her hair remained tightly pulled back while her blue eyes showed a blend of victory and intense hatred.

"I'm getting involved with this case. The Black Organization's General is nowhere to be found. It seems that Blanche already anticipated that this would happen." "What?" "Aside from that, I don't think I can still act like I don't care about a single thing. I have donated my blood to her during her operation." "Are you insane, Director?" Venus' eyes widened. "What do you want me to do? Blanche's is on the edge of death, I needed to save her." "Wait, how come you have the same blood as Blanche when in fact--- wait.." "I, myself, was surprised as well." The Director laughs bitterly. "I never knew we had the same blood type, knowing that she's the daughter of the most iconic business tycoons. K

“Then do as you please. Just know that I want no part of it. I don’t want a single article out there using my name or health status as some kind of headline.” Vanessa exhaled slowly, shifting her chair a little closer to her mother-in-law. “They’re only looking for answers, Ma. There are so many rumors swirling about my relationship with Daven. If no one addresses them, they’ll only get worse.” “Vanessa,” Kate cut in sharply. “I’m here because of high blood pressure. Your rumors have nothing to do with me. Don’t turn my hospital room into your personal PR campaign.” “I’m sorry, but I don’t think that’s fair,” Vanessa replied, her voice still measured. “I’ve done my best to stand by Daven, to

As if he hadn't rushed into my quarters to drop the bombshell. Then, his gaze snapped back to me, trying to control the narrative. “Maya, don't make this worse.” The bastard only cared about appearances, about reputation, even as he stood there, exposed. I burst into a bitter laugh. “You think I give a damn about what anyone sees? I'll kill your damn whore!” The threat was not empty. Every fiber of my being yearned to enact that violence, to erase the very source of my pain. His voice cut through the room. “Vanessa is of alpha blood, Maya. Maybe even stronger than you.”

What a joke! Then I remembered the real victim Ryan had hit, who had not shown up at all. "Where's the person Ryan hit?! Where are they now? What happened?!" Vanessa fell silent. I frowned and pressed again. "Vanessa, I'm asking you! Where's the person Ryan hit? What condition are they in?!" She let out a cold snort. "Who did Ryan hit? I don't know. You're the one who hit them. How should I know what happened? I wasn't even there!"