Vanya's POVI watched Tara devour the plate of soup placed in front of her. She looked terrible, dark circles under her eyes. Her skin was pale too, lacking it's rosy hue. She had taken off her clothes from the party and ran a cold shower, now dressed in an oversized t shirt of mine. Now her hair hung in damp rattails down her back and shoulders. "You're such a wonderful chef, Mr Leon," she said, swallowing a mouthful of the chicken soup. "Just call me Marco," He said, passing her a glass of water. "And slow down, you wouldn't want to choke now."She nodded. "Thank you. Now I can see where Miss Jacob got her awesome cooking skills from.""Oh please." I scoffed in an attempt to lighten the mood. "I taught him everything he knows."Marco smiled, shaking his head. "Don't argue with her now." He said. "Just eat your food.""I'm never going to drink so much again." Tara groaned. "My head hurts like someone is playing soccer with a metal ball.""You'll be fine." I said, offering her a sma
Vanya's POVThe weekend went by in a blur. After Tara left and I had to spend a lot of hours appeasing the twins, I'm glad that Ryan finally understood what was going on and played along perfectly.All thoughts of Josephine and Cian were pushed to the darkest parts of my mind. I spent the rest of my weekend having fun with my boys. We had indoor picnics and went out for ice cream on Sunday evening. And by Monday morning, it was time to go back to our regular schedules."Here are the reports from the last event at the Rochester house." Tara said as she handed me a file. "From the figures we had a sixty percent increase in calls and project proposals. If we're to take all of them, we'll need more staff. ""More staff huh?" I took the papers from her and leafed through them. The figured were looking good. And I'm sure there was nothing there that would point to the breakdown Tara had at the events. She also looked better now, her cheeks were back to life and she had a cheerful smile on h
Vanya's POV:As I was packing up my bag to leave the office for the day, my secretary came into my office carrying a bouquet of red roses. They looked huge, tens of roses all clamped together and tied with a pink string in shiny paper."What's that for?" I asked, turning to face her."These came in for you." She walked up to me and handed the bouquet over. I reached out and hesitantly took it from her. The heady scent of red roses hit me hard, making me hold my breath.A note was attached to the roses. I took it out and read it. "Have a wonderful evening, Miss Jacob." The note read, from Roman Stephens. I shook my head, a small smile playing on my lips. Roman, of course I remember him from the party. But sending me roses after just one meeting, that's surprising to say the least."Should I get rid of them?" Tammy asked, watching me with curious eyes. "No, don't worry." I said, picking up my purse. "There's no need for that. I'll take them home with me.""Oh," She gasped in surprise.
Vanya's POV The week ran by in a busy blur. Before I knew it, it was weekend again. So many events had happened that I had barely any moment to myself to catch a breath.So far our plan to hire more staff had been working perfectly. Now we had even more hands on deck to ensure a smooth running of the company.Finally, I could sleep in one Saturday morning.But what I didn't expected to find after I had woken up was Marco holding some sort of interview in the back gardens.I watched from my spot in the kitchen, staring out of the huge window that overlooked the garden. He was talking to a woman, three other women sat on the bench in the garden, maybe waiting for their turn."What's he doing?" I asked no one in particular, narrowing my eyes at the scene in front of me."Why don't you ask him?" I heard Emilia's voice say. I turned to see her walking into the kitchen. She smiled at me, giving me a brief hug. "I would, once he's done of course" I replied. She nodded, her eyes drifting to
Vanya's POV"You again huh?" "In the flesh, miss." Emily replied, a cheerful smile on her face. I stared up at her, tapping the bottom of my pen against the clipboard in my hands. "Emily, you know that this isn't allowed.""I'm applying for a position in your company, I wasn't aware that it wasn't allowed anymore."I rubbed my temples, a tired sigh leaving my lips. I know Emily is tenacious, I've seen it happen so many times. She never backs down. I had once admired that when she was my bodyguard and when I was Luna, but now I'm just Vanya Jacob. And I don't need her tenacity.But come on! When is she going to quit?"I want to be of help to you, miss." Emily says as if reading my mind. "The more you push me away, the more I'll come back stronger.""Emily," I said, leaning forward. She leaned her head back, folding her arms delicately in her lap. I took the cue and leaned back. "Why don't you work for the new Luna? You're not obligated to work for me anymore." "New luna?" She wrinkl
Vanya's POVSaturday rolled by slowly and soon it was time for the twins to meet their new nanny. Calling Emily a nanny felt very weird, especially given her history. I can't believe that I felt apprehensive about introducing Emily to the boys. All their life the care they have gotten has come from either me or Marco and Emilia. It suddenly felt too personal bringing another person into the equation. But it's too late thinking about it now."Are you sure about wearing that?" I asked, turning to glance at Emily briefly. I returned my eyes to the road after getting a glance of her outfit. Still the same. "Yes." She replied simply.I don't know what I was expecting her to change into, although at the back of my mind I had expected her to wear something more child friendly, maybe like some lighter colors or a leggings and a simple blouse."Can I keep my gun in your car?" She asked.It took every ounce of control inside of me not to hit the brakes and whip my head to look at her. Instea
Vanya's POV:"We're sorry Miss Emily," The boys said in unison, their voices sounding sincere enough. "We won't try to hurt you in the future."Oh my goodness. Boys and their expensive pranks. That ball would have hurt a lot if it had hit me right in the face. And maybe Emily was right, maybe they would have loved her weapons. But there's no way I'm introducing four year olds to a world of real guns and knives. We all sat in the living room the boys huddled together and having solemn looks on their faces. Emily sat close to them, her eyes watching them curiously. "Here's some snacks," Emilia's voice called out. She emerged from the kitchen with a tray of tea and lemonade for the boys. She placed it on the centre table, her eyes moving to Emily. "Emily?" She called, shock in her tone.Emily rose to her feet. "Emilia," She said with a small bow. When she raised her head she had a terrified expression on her face but it was gone faster than light, maybe I had imagined it. "It's a surpr
Vanya's POV"Oh no, we're all out of pasta." Emilia groaned, staring at the empty cabinet. "Looks like dinner will come late today." "It's fine," I washed my hands off, putting a lid over the chicken I had finished seasoning. "I'll run to the store real quick and get it. ""Thank you vanya," She said with a grateful smile. "You're a love. Could you also get some wine? We ran out.""Oops," I chuckled. "That would be my fault."She Shook her head, a smile on her lips. "Go now. Or else the twins will tear down the house and demand to be fed.""I think you spoil them too much, aunty Emilia.""What can I do? I love them as my own."Her words had me thinking a lot. I hadn't ever bothered about it before, and it's like it's just hitting me now that Marco and Emilia don't have children of their own. I don't dwell too much on it. Instead I left the kitchen and headed to the grocery store. The closest one is a good thirty minutes drive away, courtesy of Marco's house being in the middle of t
VANYA'S POV"That's because all they know about is the initial gate and the border guards' buildings. You would have to go beyond those buildings to get to the main pack but most of them just stop at the entrance. So it's their fault for classifying me there. Not mine. " He shrugged as a gate opened on its own accord, letting us in. "It's works with DNA and personal info." He motioned to the gate. "If yours isn't stored, you can't get in.""Then how am I getting in right now?""Because... You're with me. Anyone with the alpha can get in. Stored or not stored." He killed the ignition as he drove into the garage that held more cars than I could count. I knew Tristan was rich and powerful and influential but not to this extent.I looked at him again, wondering how someone of such caliber could be so humble and down to earth and yet so powerful and dreaded, all at the same time. He got out of the car, coming to open the car door for me."Thank you," I whispered as I walked out, not tearin
Vanya's POV"My father died." I helped him complete the sentence. "Yeah. Marco isn't a friend type of person. It's good he found one." I smiled at both of them as Tristan and I continued walking further into the pack. Looking around one more, and taking in the buildings again, I asked. "But with these buildings, what more do you need?" "Actually..." He paused, his hands going to the back of his head like a child who was about to boast about something. "These are just the border guards' quarters." "What?" But my other words were cut off as we got to another gate I didn't know the pack had. A gate higher than the buildings we had just crossed. And when it was opened by the six guards that stood by it, two I remembered from my bodyguard encounter with Cian, everything round about me stilled. My eyes couldn't take in everything at once as it slowly moved from place to place, taking in the scenery. The laughter that sprang from children and women alike into the air. The smell of fresh
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