Vanity Fair Novel Novels & Stories

Vivienne felt something inside her fracture. “She wasn’t trying to steal Laurent,” Vivienne said slowly. Helena shook her head. “No.” Vivienne’s voice dropped to a whisper. “She was trying to reclaim it.” Helena didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. Marcus ran a hand through his hair. “So this whole time…” Daniel finished the thought. “This wasn’t about inheritance.” Vivienne’s chest rose and fell unevenly. “It was about ownership.” Ownership of secrets. Ownership of power. Ownership of truth.

he heard Avery say and he just waved his hand, not looking back. Now, how would he, a person who lived with bribery and blackmail, would make Leath Mayfair go back to Silvenia without staining her reputation?

Like walking through a haunted jewelry box. Every few steps, I caught glimpses of servants darting past—moving so quickly they were almost blurs. Their eyes flicked toward me and then away again, like they didn’t want to risk staring for too long. I tried to remember the details from the novel. Duke Valemont’s daughter was… well, spoiled. In the book, she’d been vain, sharp-tongued, and completely oblivious to the political powder keg she was living in. Which made her an easy target.

It had saved it, in the end, by warning me in time. If Adrian had simply loved Vanessa and left me, I might never have looked closer. I might have signed his papers, wept in Noelle's kitchen, and let him walk away with a clear conscience and a stolen company. It was his greed that undid him, not his lust. He had wanted the affair and the marriage and the shares and the children all at once, and a man who refuses to give up anything eventually learns he cannot keep everything. I had learned that lesson in a wheelchair. He was about to learn it at a boardroom table.

Being fair and treating everyone equally has always mattered most to Chase Russell. That's why he has a specialized chip implanted in my uterus. Whenever his childhood sweetheart, Joanna Reynolds, suffers from morning sickness or any other discomfort during her pregnancy, every bit of her pain is transferred to me. "Didn't you always dream of experiencing what it's like to be a mother? I'm making that dream come true for you." The day Joanna goes into labor, the pain hits me so hard that I pass out in the hospital corridor. But Chase is in the delivery room, gently comforting her. "How are you feeling? It doesn't hurt at all, does it?" Later, he tells me he wants to hold a wedding

About deals that needed closing. This wasn’t her business. Vivian’s life wasn’t her problem. What she did during the day didn’t matter so she cleared her mind and went upstairs. Author’s note🥰 Hi lovelies, Please leave a comment and let me know what you think of this chapter 🤔

Ivana The rain started around four in the morning, a relentless, icy downpour that beat against the tall glass of my new suite in the main wing. I hadn't unpacked a single bag. The designer dresses my mother had ordered to be moved into my closet hung like silk corpses in the dark, reminders of the united front that had shattered into a million jagged pieces before the ink on the morning papers could even dry. I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the stark contrast of Harrison’s world: the heavy, possessive warmth of his hands on my hips on his oak desk, followed instantly by the memory of the color draining from his face when Damien uttered her name. Rebecca.

He wanted to impress her, to feel powerful, but fear made him honest. By the time I sat across from him, he was unraveling. Contradictions, shifting loyalties, half-confessions, he painted the whole picture, piece by piece. He told me about Rosemary Atelier and how it had been Vanessa’s idea in the first place. He described Vanessa like gravity. Inescapable and controlling. “She told me what to take,” he admitted. “What to break. When to make it messy instead of clean.” Every detail mattered, the stolen designs, the subtle vandalism, the way she manipulated circumstances to frame a young intern. Jenny. That one hit harder than anything else. Collateral damage.

After Xavier left, Vanessa started wondering why he needed her to pretend to be his wife. After thinking for a while, Vanessa stopped. “Why am I even wondering about another person's business? It's not as if I know anything much about him”. “I should just play my part on that day and ask no questions”. Vanessa added and nodded at herself in agreement. Soon after, she continued eating. . Hope you enjoyed this chapter, pwetty readers? Don't forget to try and comment and vote with plenty of gems. Plus, note that this book/story is fiction. Don't try fictional things in real life.

'Sure enough, rich people think they can buy anything with money,' she thought to herself. However, she also had to admit that Stanley was not wrong in thinking that he would be able to buy himself a friend using his parents' money. She also couldn't say that money couldn't buy everything because even she was bought by Dahls and Vesters so she ended up becoming Steen's wife and lost her freedom. Yes, Stanley was innocent in his thinking, but Vivian knew that the child was not wrong. Money could indeed buy many things in this world.