Three years ago, Venessa's husband, Marcus, married her to take revenge on his rich brother, Oren Weiss, who had an obsessive crush on Venessa. Now three years later, Venessa is stuck with a deadbeat husband and she just discovered that he is on a romantic vacation with another woman after she borrowed a substantial loan to fund his dying business. Deeply heartbroken and in desperate need for emotional support, she calls her best friend, Bianca, who suggests to meet her at the city's most luxurious bar. As Venessa waits for her friend inside the expensive bar reserved for elite rich, she finds herself in the company of an incredibly charming and most handsome stranger her eyes has ever gazed at. Oren Weiss also seems to treat her better than any man ever has. Drunk and eager to rid herself of the heart wrenching stress, she ends up having a night of passion with the irresistibly gorgeous man. A week later, Venessa realizes that she is pregnant with the strangers child. She decides to keep it a secret and escorts her husband to his family's reunion. She is utterly shocked to see the dazzlingly handsome stranger met at the bar, Oren Weiss, among the members of Wessington family. Turns out that her one-night-stand is her husband's filthy rich mafia brother, who inherited his father's entire fortune and wisely multiplied it through strategic dealings. Oren Weiss has returned to the city more powerful than ever before. He has had fantasies about Venessa, the girl he desired since childhood, every night and day of his life. He has returned to reclaim her from his envious brother, and he will use every twisted, ruthless and stupefying means to end the crumbling marriage and take the woman he has always wanted.
View MoreVENESSA'S POVIs it sinful to admit that last night was magical? I slept with my husband's brother to pay a piece of the loan and it was blissful. You probably think I am mad. But what other options did Marcus give me?He doesn't love me because he married me to piss off Weiss. He would be deeply ashamed if he learned that I slept with the man he envies. I do not regret it. Because the loan is now eighty thousand dollars less and I have hope of clearing it."Mr Weiss asked me to give you a tour of the house since you will be redesigning it," his aging assistant informs as soon as I step out of my guest chambers. How long as he been waiting out here? He could have just knocked instead of waiting for me to step out. "Breakfast will be in fifteen minutes. Perhaps we can take those few minutes to check out the areas of the house that you haven't seen yet," he suggests. "I will get my pen and a paper," I say and rush back into the bedroom to retrieve my pen and notebook from my purse.
VENESSA'S POV"Your stupid brother is the one who wasted that loan. Why don't you go fuck him instead?" I question because his offer is not just embarrassing to accept but unfair as well. He knows that Marcus wasted the loan on a luxurious vacation with another woman yet he demands that I pay it all by being his consort every night. "Dear, it is your name that signed the paperwork. And it was also your choice to give your husband the money. We both know that I am demanding it from the right person," he answers. "Surely you wouldn't rather wait for the bank to start auctioning the little you own. I am only asking for what you would give for free if we were married," he adds. I step away from him and bury my face in my palms. "What if Marcus learns that I am sleeping with you? He would use that against me," I point. "What can that fool do?" Weiss scoffs. "He cheated on you first, spent your money to please another woman while you panicked about his whereabouts. You need to stop worry
VENESSA'S POVI pace across the wide space of my lavish guestroom, a thousands thoughts running through my mind. I thought I would earn something from redesigning this Manor but it turns out that I will only be repaying a piece of the loan. Perhaps I should kidnap his aunt Helen since he didn't seem to have a great relationship with his mother. Or I can steal all the expensive outfits in the closet, sell and disappear forever. It would be good for his unborn child not to grow up surrounded by bitter people. My husband hasn't come after me since he received a call from Bianca. He didn't tell me what it was about which confirms my suspicions that they have been secretly friends. I am now regretting trusting her with my secrets.Helen and her daughter are the only friends I made today. That's because the rest of the family seemed to dislike my presence. It's was saddening to find out that Helen and her daughter do not live here but my mother-in-law and a few of her fellow mean relatives
Venessa's PovI must be dreaming! I never never got hired by rich client before let alone a billionaire. My husband's hands seems to be shaking. I hope he is overwhelmed by joy. "I am not busy at all. Tell me what you would like properly designed. I am eager to take on something huge," I say, trying to hide my delight and sound like an experienced interior designer who has handled big clients before."Would you be willing to redesign this manor? The original designer had a bad taste in both artiques and colour. I want everything changed by someone with more attractive tastes," he says.A massive manor is always been my dream project. He is right about the mistakes of the original designer. Whoever it was aimed to include all sorts of modern luxury, but forgot about the art itself. They mixed too many colours and even forgot to maintain a single particular theme when choosing wall art or furniture. I can fix it all with a good budget."You have the money to hire famed space planners.
VENESSA'S POV"You look stunning, Vanessa. You can join our table," a young, beautiful woman says as I pass. I halt, feeling inwardly thankful as I had no idea where I was heading anyway. The young woman is in the company of an older woman whose features resembles hers. They both smile warmly when I gaze at them. I take the seat between both."I am Helen, Oren's aunt. This is Lyla, my daughter," the older woman introduces. "Nice to meet you both," I say as I shake their manicured hands. "I bet that your husband is feeling bitter that Weiss made you look better. He is such a loser," Lyla comments.It's a relief to learn that not everyone is on the side of Marcus. Maybe it's just his mother since she needs me to remain a babysitter."Did you two have a fight?" the older woman, Helen, asks."Yes. It wasn't about my dress though," I answer. "What was it about?" she curiosly asks. "You can trust us to keep a secret."I do not trust them to keep a secret. But I am not losing anything b
VENESSA'S POVAll eyes are on us as we walk back into the hall. Marcus strides furiously towards us. "Oren and I needs to talk. Please keep your husband company for a few minutes," my mother-in-law hastily requests, grabbing Oren's hand. "You had the chance to talk to me before now," he snorts while pulling back his hand. "Go with her. I will be totally fine," I urge as I do not want the confrontation that my stupid husband aims to cause. He is going to whine about the dress I am now wearing because I took off his cheap one. His mother was right about one thing, that he needs a baby sitter. "Don't let my brother push you," Oren advises before following his mother. I nod and simply wait. "How can you disappear with my brother when I needed you by my side?" Marcus annoyingly asks. "We need to talk," he grabs my hand and takes us out of the hall again. "I cannot believe you're such a wh*re!" Are the first words that come out of his foolish mouth when he finally halts and let's go o
VENESSA'S POVHis luscious lips looks more inviting than a chocolate cake. Why are forbidden things the most tempting? Should I ask him to go back to playing the role of my escort?"Oren! Honey . . . are you in there?" his mother's voice yells from outside and even before he can answer she pushes the door open. She appears appalled by the sight of us. "What is your brother's wife doing here?" she asks, literally glaring at me."I brought her to her guest room to change into a more comfortable dress. Your beloved son has a problem with that?" Oren replies. His mother shakes her head. "You do not have to keep calling him my beloved son. I loved you both the same," she says in a voice that lacks conviction. Doesn't she believe her own words?"You loved us both? I must have had a sloth's mind not to notice it," Oren scoffs. "Dear . . . I never meant any of those comments I used to make about you. Besides it was a long time ago," she defends. She used to call his smart mind slow as a sl
VENESSA'S POV"He paid me to accompany him. I didn't know you're his brother," I answer. "Regrettably we were born of the same parents. We are foes however," he replies. "Did you know who I am that night at the club?" I ask. He never asked my name. Could it be that sleeping with me was his way of pissing off his brother?"When Marcus first married you he enjoyed rubbing it on our faces as he knew you were the kind of woman I wanted. Deep down I knew that no woman deserved the punishment of being stuck with him for years. So when I saw you alone that night I knew that you could use a better company, even for a single night," he says. It was a beautiful night, the kind I haven't had in a long time. But he should have told me the truth and let me make my own decision. It feels good to know that despite my lack of confidence someone as rich him would like my kind. It is a huge boost to my non-existent self esteem."You don't mind changing into a better dress, do you?" he asks. "Can I
VENESSA'S POVI wonder what I can do to disappear like smoke in the air. I have never before wished that I was invisible. That the man cannot tell that it is me.It's going to be known that I slept with my husband's brother in front of all their relatives. I should have figured it out the moment Marcus mentioned that his rich brother's name is Weiss. But my dumb mind never misses a chance to think positively. I couldn't suspect that he might be my gorgeous escort.I am pregnant with my brother-in-law's child? Why couldn't he be an orphan or an only child of a different family? I must be cursed.I am probably gaping and the entire family is staring for some unknown reason as he approaches. His coat is black and long. Which added to the rings on his fingers makes him look like an elvish king.His smile is enchanting as he halts in front of me, seeming not to notice his brother who holds my hand like his life depends on it."Look who the heavens sent back to earth. I was starting to worr
VENESSA'S POVI fear that my husband has gone missing. I thought he knew the whole world and couldn't get lost in the middle of the ocean. Yet it has been seven days since he last answered my call, and I have been calling relentlessly like a siren. Could he have left this bleak world and never got a chance to let me know? A week ago I borrowed a huge loan from Weiss Bank to fund his event planning business which was encountering financial difficulties. He left home the next day, didn't call me even once to let me know how things were going. It's like he became a ghost, because none of his friends claim to know where to find him either. I should file a missing person's report today he has proved to be missing in all versions of the word. I grab my handbag and start to head out when my phone rings. I hope it's him and not one of those appalling phonecalls people get informing them that a body of their loved one has been found. "Hello Ven," a deep, attractive voice greets from the ot...
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