Vanya's POV"Ahhh!!"I yelled at the top of my voice, hitting the steering wheel of my car, it's horn blaring with every blow I landed on it. I looked at the windshield of my car, wanting to shatter it to pieces. Any other mate would have jumped at the offer. How dare he try to be so righteous and reasonable? Like hell he didn't want to mark me. I could tell from his eyes that he wanted me. When you want something, and it's tossed right in front of you, given to you in a diamond platter, what stops you from taking it?!Was he trying to go by the norm of having something because you earned it? The idea of it's not really yours except you worked for it, sweated for it, fought for it and earned it. Shitty idea! I punched the horn, blaring it off so loud that a can was thrown in my direction by a woman. "Take your noise somewhere else, we don't need it!!" She yelled. I put on my sunglasses, wund down the glass of my car, and flashed the woman a finger, sending her into shock mode. Windi
Vanya's POVI turned on my heels, moving to my car. Finn was still staring at me from inside the restaurant. I flashed him a smile, which he returned, and drove off for my kids school.The school was buzzing with children and their respective guardians. I looked around the premises, trying to spot Andrew and Ryan, they were no where to be found. I walked to the office of the management. "Goodday. I'm looking for Andrew and Ryan""Goodday ma'am. You are?""Their mother." Her eyes squinted as she looked at me from my had to my toe. "Is there a problem ma?""No, there isn't. If they aren't here, then...""Mommy?" I heard Ryan call. He sounded like he was checking if it was really me. Trying to verify. I turned to him and found them with their miss bodyguard."Mommy!" I heard Andrew screeched throwing himself at me.I caught him before he could land on me, rubbing our foreheads together. I looked at Ryan, who came walking towards me, unlike his brother who ran. I dropped Andrew and picke
Vanya's POVWe walked side by side, walking towards his car. The dinner had gone fine. That was the only word I could find to describe it. The air was awfully empty, everyone , mostly the kids stealing glances at Tristan as he ate. The states were so uncomfortable, that he had been so self conscious and he choked. Ryan offered him water, watching closely as he gulped it down. He seemed so fascinated, watching Tristan eat. "If you keep watching him like that, he'll choke a second time." Andrew whispered into his brother's ear, loud enough for everyone at the table to hear. "Shhhh." Emilia hushed. "You don't talk while eating.""You're talking while eating auntie." Andrew replied as innocently as possible."That's because I'm the elder." She replied. "And the elder tells the children what to do that's good for them. So, don't talk while eating." She pointed her fork at both of them.Tristan raised his head from his food, looking at me. I immediately broke eye contact with him, focusin
Vanya's POV "What was that for?" I asked him, my voice betraying me in every aspect. "To get us a level above very close?" He raised a brow at me, winking. "You're silly." I hit him on his chest, throwing my head back in laughter. "Maybe." He shrugged. "About today..." He started."Yeah, about that...""I'll mark you, when the time's right." He completed. "This is not the right time to do so. I hope you understand." Of course I do understand. I was in desperate need to get rid of Cian, so I went for the closest option which happens to be the most selfish thing anyone could do. This was all Cian's grand plan. To make me run to Tristan for help, without telling him anything about why I need his help, thereby causing a rift, large enough for him to squeeze into. And I had fallen victim of it. But thankfully, Tristan was a man who want just any kind of man, but an understanding one that prefers to speak about his problems than boycott them. So far, as much as I knew, he was a true
Vanya's POVI rubbed my eyes, the events of yesterday night replaying on repeat in my head. I squealed with glee, kicking my legs like a baby does when the feeding bottle is shoved into it's mouth. Remembering that I was in my office on a work day, I behaved myself, putting on my CEO veil.I opened the files on my table, ad began going through them. Deal and what nots. Grey eyes flashed before my own eyes, that was how I lost concentration. My hands went to my lips, and all over again, I could feel his lips on mine. The way his lips moved against them, the way he pulled me close to him, held me. I could feel his body warmth all over again, my hands on his broad chest, then around his beautiful slender but thick neck."Miss Vanya?"I zoomed out of the land of the past to the land of the present, coming eyeball to eyeball with Tara."Yes?"She handed me papers, more paper work. "I have enough paperwork, to last me a month Tara. Would you mind compiling them digitally and sending it to me
Vanya's POV"Because you ruined my life." I looked at her like she was the crazy woman she was. I drew in a deep breath, controlling myself. I was not like her, I was in control of my emotions and not the other way around."You ruined mine too." I said to her, as calm as possible. "Have you already forgotten?""Stay away from him." I scoffed. What was I even going to be doing with someone like Cian when I had Tristan? Why would I go for a plastic spoon when I had a diamond one?But I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction that she needed. I was going to toy with her, until my heart content. After all, her and Cian are birds of a feather. "And if I don't?" I looked her in the eye, my eyes giving a cold and death glare. "I will deal with you..." She spat, each word leaving her mouth slowly and threatening. "That after I'm done with you, you'll crawl to me, begging to let you off.""Look at my face Josephine." I called out to her. "Do I look like I care?" I tilted my head to the sid
Vanya's POVI walked into the house, the lights were still on meaning that someone was still up. "You're back late." Marco said when I closed the door behind me. "The event must have ended late." Somehow, to me, he sounded tired, weary and down."Yeah, it did." Actually, it didn't. Tristan and I had had dinner before he drove me home. I couldn't mention Tristan to Marco, or anyone else to prevent questions and mischievous smirks I didn't have the strength to answer. Taking off my shoes and dropping them at the entrance into the sitting room. "Where's Emilia and the kids?""Fast asleep in their rooms.""And why are you up so late?""Thinking." Oh! Sometimes, I forget that Marco was a billionaire who had to think and put things together in his head and physically for the good of his company. "About?""A lot Vanya." He exhaled. " A lot." When he said a lot, was whatever he and Emilia had been hiding from me part of it? And just like that? My curiosity came running back. "Is what you'v
Vanya's POV"It is. And you don't know that ma'am or anything about him. He's a monster and if I hadn't let him in, all of this...." I was already in tears."No, if I hadn't let him in in the first place, this wouldn't have happened. It's my fault.""Call an ambulance Tara. Fast." "I already called them." The sound of the ambulance outside was soon heard. I stayed with both of them, one conscious, the other unconscious and bleeding from the head. Please don't die. Please, I'm begging you. I tried raising him up to stop the bleeding but what if I did and caused more harm. And for the other that was conscious, whatever Cian had broken in him, I didn't know.Tara came running in, with the paramedics who were with their stretchers. They loaded both of them onto it and began leaving the company. I picked up my coat and my purse "I'll go with you." "No Tara. You stay here and take care of the company in my absence.""But...""That's an order." I rushed after the paramedics, the eyes of
Vanya's POVEither a monkey or a piece of trash. As usual, even after all the torture, he was still proud and arrogant, and that was what Angel loved the most. His pride and arrogance because it was only then that the mental breaking would be fun for her. "Angel..." I called out as soon as I picked up the call. "Vanya!!!" She screeched, clapping her hands on the other side of the call. "I've missed you." "We talked less than a week ago." I reminded her. "I know, just play along okay?" Play along for what? "How are you and Tristan?" Was her next question. "Me and Tristan? We're good." "That's it?" Her voice was one of shock and utter surprise. "You're good?!" "Were you expecting to hear something else? " "Yes and no." She sighed. "By it fine. How's the preparation for the merge going?" "Well, Maureen is on her tiptoes doing most of the planning with Emilia. I'm doing the best I can although Tristan says not to worry about it... And well... Your father and Marco are being b
Vanya's POV "Hello, Stranger."I raised my head from my laptop where I had been reading the news to who stood at the door. My eyes widened as I leaped up from the seat walking towards her as she walked toward us. We embraced each other in a bone-crushing hug as if we hadn't been in the same hospital and seen each other a couple of times before I was discharged. I pulled away from the hug to take a good look at her and couldn't stop smiling. "You look... Oh my God!" She burst into laughter, throwing her hair back."And I can see that you've already gone into business mode." "Pfft! Oh please..." I groaned as we pulled away from the hug. "I've always been in business mode even back at the hospital." A big fat lie."As if." She scoffed, letting a smile peer over her lips before her attention worked itself to my laptop. "You seemed happy while viewing that." She pointed to it. "Good news?" She raised a brow, showing me that she knew what I had been looking at. I called to my desk, "If
Vanya's POVThat night, Emilia could finally go home with Marco and the kids. Marco offered to drop Tristan's dad which surprisingly he agreed and then they left leaving Tristan and I together.We laid in bed together, enjoying each other's presence without having to speak a word. The last time we had spent in bed played on repeat in my head. And it wasn't long before our hands began to wander each other's bodies. That night, I slept like a baby. I think it was the news that Cian had been taken care of but not even a single nightmare plagued me.I woke up to the sound of twittering birds and bright sunlight streaming into the room. It took sometime for my eyes to adjust to the light as I stretched myself out. I turned to the sight only to be greeted with a kiss on the forehead."Good afternoon." He mused smiling. "Congratulations, you slept through the entire morning." I smiled at that, ruffling his hair. He ruffles mine back, covering my face with it. My stomach growled in hunger."
Vanya's POV"You seem to have forgotten me." I froze then turned sharply to Tristan. I had forgotten him. I was so engrossed in studying Marco and Emilia and his dad that I had forgotten he was there. "I take it..." "You take nothing. " I said in a hurry, before exhaling. "I'm sorry I forgot you were here." I apologized with a smile. He nodded. "Do you want to get away from here or sit with the oldies and talk about old people things?" "I've missed you." That was enough answered for him. "We'll catch you later." He said to the three of them who had begun to laugh and enjoy each other's company all so fast. We left them, heading to the rooftop again. We giggled as we took the elevator to the last floor of the hospital and walked the stairs up the roof. Thankfully, the afternoon sun wasn't harsh today, so we stood in it rather than go to the shade that was built on the roof. He brushed away strands from my hair before he covered his lips with mine. The kiss was one of longing f
Vanya's POVNo word, nothing. I shook my head. "What about you?" I questioned. "You said your friend and partner, were separated for more than ten years yet you're here." "Well... He's an alpha." He replied making Emilia choke on her water, her eyes wide as she stared at him. It wasn't a surprise in her face. It looked like shock, almost like... The fear disappeared when she noticed I was looking at her. "He had alpha duties, as Vanya would say, to attend to, so he had to leave.""Sad," Emilia replied pouting. Marco glared playfully at her, going for the second box of pizza we hadn't opened. We both hit his hand, shooting daggers in his direction. "That's mine." I scowled. "Keep off.""But I haven't eaten.""That's because we never knew you'd return so early," Emilia spoke handing him the last triangle of thrones we were eating."How's this going to be enough." He grumbled "You don't want it?" We both asked him, reaching to grab it.He sucked in his breath to make a point. "I never
VANYA'S POV:Three days, and no sign of Tristan. Not even a phone call. I eyed my phone as I had lunch with Emilia. Marco had left in the morning to attend to business of some sort. Said it was a long-time friend and partner of his that had just flown into the country after more than ten years of separation and had a business offer to propose. So Emilia permitted him to leave. She had decided to drop off Andrew and Ryan at school this morning saying she wanted to speak to their teacher while I had had breakfast with Tara.As we kept eating, my eyes drifted to the phone once again, eyeing it uncontrollably. He said he wouldn't be gone for a week, but it was already three days into the Week. "If you miss him, you could just call," Emilia said to me, her attention still on her food. She had been the one with me all through the nights Tristan wasn't around. She had slept with me in the hospital while Marco prepared the kids, took them to school, and got them back from school. These three
Tristan's POV"No healer comes to see him throughout today," I spoke to the guards. "He doesn't eat for the next two days. And after those two days, feed him once a day." "You sure are taking my business into your own hands," Angel commented. "This is just for the meantime. You have him to yourself for all eternity. Do as you please." She grinned in response. As I stepped forward, Angel, Niko, the driver, my father, and the guards parted for me to pass through. The guard's gaze shifted from me to my hands. That was when I remembered that I hadn't wiped it on my handkerchief. I reached for my pockets but it wasn't there.. I had left it in the cell. Just then, my father handed his to me. I extended my hands to take it, but he held firm onto it, studying my face as if taking in every muscle movement, facial expression, and n. We stood there, the handkerchief in both our hands for almost seven seconds before he finally let go of it. I wiped my hands clean, tossing the handkerchief int
TRISTAN'S POV My fists clenched on their own accord by my sides wanting to punch the hell out of him. I could feel my pulse increase by a hundred percent as rage seized through me with such ferocity I only felt during the war against another pack when they tried to hurt Angel or my father. "Don't look so downtrodden Tristan." He continued spewing rubbish from his mouth. "Didn't you know she was a slut?" He widened his eyes, staggering to his feet before taking wobbly steps to where I stood. "But it's fine. She's nothing but my used property. You can have her." I clasped him by the collar, raising my fists to make them collide with his nose. He kept laughing like a lunatic, clapping his unchained hands. I pulled my hands back, stepping away from him before wiping my hands on the handkerchief in the pocket of my trousers. "It's good to see you go mad," I replied to him after regaining my calm. "And just so you know, you are her used property. Look at how miserable you are but look
Tristan's POV "I don't need you to summarize." He shot Angel a glare who returned it with a smile, still wearing her glasses. "The sun's already set. " He pointed to the glasses she wore. "What's that for?" "Dirty work." She replied. "Just in case he..." She pointed to me. "I would love my eyes protected." Then she strolled to the car waiting for the four of us. "Time to show you my newest acquired property." She sang to herself, opening the car door and getting into the second back of the car before the driver could assist her. I got into the first row of seats with my dad while Niko sat in front as the driver zoomed off. Now and then, Angel giggled at her phone, probably at the pictures of Cian being sent to her by the guards as she had instructed them. A purebred lunatic and her lunatic guards. We drove in silence, no one speaking to the other. When we eventually got to the borders of our pack, Angel put away her phone, straightening herself. The guards greeted us with a bow o