Vanity Fair Novel Novels & Stories

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Nothing about it was fair any more. These past few years Jane had begun to accept the fact that she wasn't one of the Waleskis. And she had started writing a book called the Unfair Life of Jane, Plain, and Short. It wasn't a real book, just a list of experiences and even that made Jane wonder whether the universe had something in the particular against her. For example:

I wasn't a vanilla, but there were things I'd not tried because my husband wasn't so interested with the freaky stuff. "Yes Stella. Never tried this before?" He asked. His finger slid out a little before slamming back into me. "Want me to stop?" I was torn, this might be my only chance to try all the freaky stuff before going back to my normal life, my normal husband. "Go slow" I said instead. "This is new" "That's my good girl" he pumped his finger slowly, in and out. When the weirdness had fizzled out, I realized how horny this made me. My fingers found my clit and I played with myself while he fingered my ass.

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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She turned the laptop toward me. The headline flashed in bold, black letters: WHERE IS LYRA VANE? HEIRESS DISAPPEARS AS FATHER’S EMBEZZLEMENT SCANDAL WORSENS. I glanced at the photo accompanying the article. It was a high-society gala shot of a woman, looking breathlessly beautiful and gorgeous. "The Vanes are finished, the feds are freezing everything, even her personal accounts. She’s probably hiding in some villa in France." June let out while I just stared at the picture in shock.

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.