Vanity Fair Novel Novels & Stories

Sienna, the same woman who had relied on me for every tiny PR move, even moderating fan comments, was completely unprepared for this. She shattered her phone and locked herself in her room, refusing to see anyone. … Sebastian took me back to his private villa. I sat in the wheelchair, staring at the unfamiliar garden outside. My heart was empty. In one night, I seemed to have it all and lost it all in the same breath.

If Vanessa thought she could destroy his life without consequences, she was sorely mistaken. As Clara scrolled through articles, old photos, and social media posts, a peculiar pattern emerged. Vanessa had a history of inserting herself into other people’s conflicts, often creating chaos and then disappearing. But there was one connection Clara hadn’t anticipated—Vanessa had once been involved in a scandal with a wealthy businessman who went bankrupt after her interference. Clara’s heart raced as she clicked on an article detailing the man’s downfall. The description of Vanessa’s role was eerily familiar: manipulation, secrets, and betrayal. Could Vanessa be trying to dismantle their family f

He spent most of his evenings with his nose buried in a thick stack of research and if it weren’t for the fact that his body demanded it, I don’t even think he’d take a break to eat or sleep…or do anything else for that matter. And then there was my mom. Well, to put it mildly, my mom was the exact opposite. She was a social butterfly — in fact, that’s how they met at some book club event where Dr. Philly was coerced into attending for the sake of funding for his latest project — and she was an indiscriminate flirt. So yeah, when Mommy Dear brought home Dr. Philly I didn’t buy into the whole thing. I figured she’d bore of his academic nature and move on, which she did — I do know Mommy wel

Then, when he turned to me, the smile vanished, and he said flatly, "You see how things have turned out. We can talk about the recipe later. You're coming home with me now." "Home?" I laughed until tears spilled down my face. "How do you expect me to go back, Vincenzo? Am I supposed to watch you and her play the happy couple? Watch as my work is stolen from me? Watch as you two play me like a fiddle?" "Isabella, mind your place!" Vincenzo growled, his voice cooling and carrying the authority of the Don. "This is the Villo family's banquet. Don't humiliate yourself with this scene."

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Just as I was about to knock, a luxury van pulled up in front of the house. Out stepped Hilary, holding Lily's hand. "Mommy, that's the bad man!" Lily spotted me and pointed straight at me. Ignoring the murderous glare Hilary shot me, I turned toward the villa's entrance. "Nick!" she shrieked behind me. "Haven't you had enough?! Didn't you promise to leave us alone?! Go away!" She grabbed Lily and moved to push me back, but just then, the iron gate opened. An older woman with graying temples walked out.

Vanessa's POV Vanessa Hart rested against the cold glass of her luxury apartment window, staring at the busy road as though it had betrayed her. New York glittered in the distance, taunting her with its promises of wealth and power, promises she had worked and bled for. Promises she wasn’t about to lose to someone like her. Her nails tapped rapidly against the wine glass in her hand. She hadn’t touched the drink since pouring it. The liquid caught the light in dark, blood-red swirls.

Calla said, still grinning, "What's the name of this book? I'd love to read it sometime." At her words, Vernon's smile slowly faded. His chest tightened and his heartbeat grew heavier, louder, and almost painful. He could easily lie and tell her it was some old, rare book she would never find. But tonight wasn't about hiding anymore. He had promised himself he would tell her the truth. "Actually, uhh..." He dropped his fork and looked straight into her eyes. "You won't find it." "Why not?" "Because..." Vernon paused and swallowed hard, his throat suddenly feeling dry. "It's not a book. I just made it up, based on a life story."

That evening, I started packing my suitcase. The money Evelyn had lost to me through our wagers had been trickling steadily into my account. Seven lovers meant seven massive payouts, plus the extra compensation package for the mansion at Crestwood Park. The balance in my bank account was more than enough for me to start an entirely new life in a place where Vanessa didn't exist. I folded a few everyday clothes and packed them neatly into the suitcase. Not a single item she had bought me made it in there.

"You have done enough for your Empire, pass it to your Ancestor or Valli fully. She does want it I believe. A way to save her from those vultures." "What do you mean? What vultures?" "Oh dear. They did keep it from you. I can not believe they kept it from you still after the recovery of that idiot husband of yours. Levianna, there is a lot you need to know." Ren called her by the name he knew her by. Stretching his hand out, he showed her the information and conversation he had with the Aides about them selling Valli basically. They talked all the way to the morning time. Melinda finally waking up to see them still talking away.