Tristan's POVAngel had said graceful. "Wear something graceful." I didn't know if what I wore standing at Vanya's door was anything close to graceful, but it was good. Apart from being strong and extremely powerful, the Blackwoods were known for being exceptionally show stopping in fashion. The door opened, revealing Vanya in an evening knee length gown that flowed from the waist down. She had her hair in a messy bun, a hair pin holding it in place.It took all my self control to not embrace her out of the joy of just seeing her face. "I didn't know what I was supposed to wear when seeing your dad, but I figured this might be good." She pointed at the gown."It's splendid." I breathed sounding like someone who had ran from my home to hers. Marco came out of the house, a warm smile on his face."Make sure you don't stay out late. " He said to the both of us. I nodded. Four little hands clasped both my legs, making me look down."What are you doing here?" She asked them, and then looke
Vanya's POV I'm an alpha. He had said. "Vanya?" I looked up at him, realizing tht I had blanked out. "Is everything alright?" Is everything alright?! You just dropped on me that you're an alpha. That you've been an alpha the entire time. How am I supposed to d******d that large information in that simple line into my brain?! I exhaled a laugh, staring him in the eye. "You've got to be kidding me." I muttered under my breath. "Ok not kidding you Vanya. I'm truly an alpha." I let out another laugh, bit stopped midway when my senses came flooding back. No... It couldn't be. He couldn't be the alpha Blackwood, the greatest alpha of all times. He couldn't. "If it's too much for you..." "No!" I blurted out, before closing my eyes and inhaling a deep breath. "It's not too much for me." I lied. But it was a lie I had to tell. I didn't want to look like this revelation was too much for me to handle, I wanted to know everything. How he was an alpha, and how he had managed to look normal
Vanya's pov In the past, I had been scared when he talked about protecting me from Cian. When he had said that he'd make sure Cian wouldn't bother me. I had feared for his life that he would as much as stand a silver lining against Cian but hearing this now, it felt like my confidence had been boasted, and the fear dissipated. He was way more powerful than Cian. And in a fight between the both of them, Cian would be beaten to a pulp in seconds. We got to my house but I wanted to hear more. To spend more time with him listening to his adventures. The good ones, the bad ones, the painful ones... I don't want to go in. "You have to." I pouted, glaring at him from under my eyebrows. "I don't know if you mean to be slightly angry with that expression, but it's coming off as flirty." My cheeks blushed red and he smiled, as if he had achieved his goal. "And that... I unfastened my seatbelt. Just changed my mind about staying." I opened the door and came down, just as he came down
Vanya's POV Impatient for the doors to open fully, I rushed out, and began banging on her door. "Tara! Tara open the door." No response. What was her passcode? I tried her birthday, wrong. Mike's/Mark's birthday, wrong. I hit the door again, yelling her name. "Tara please. Tell me you're alive. Say something. At least." I kicked the door with all the strength I had, it only left a dent and a zap of pain up my spine. "Please..." I pleaded. This time, a whisper. I tried my birthday, wrong. What could she have used as her passcode if it wasn't someone's birthday she loved? I paced about, fear rising to my throat, almost suffocating me. Marigold. For some reason, it came to me. I keyed it in, correct. Running like a crazy woman, I got into her apartment, screaming her name. She wasn't in the sitting room but a trail of blood was there. I covered my mouth, my head spinning with the possibilities of what could have happened to her. Following the trail and shaky footprints tha
Vanya's POV "I hate you.." I spat at him as my eyes moved to where Tara lay lifeless. She wasn't moving, she was pale. She was dead, all because of me. She had a bright future ahead of her. A beautiful life with Mike waiting for her. A wedding waiting for her. And I had ruined it. "I know Vanya. But do I look like I give a fuck?" He chuckled, and began to laugh. I looked around, there was nothing to be used as a weapon against him... The knife he had used to stab Tara he left it there, under the sink, carelessly. He bent down to my level, his hands grazing my hair. "First, I'm going to deal with you. And next..." He tutted. " We'll see about next." I tried to get up on my feet and run, but he was faster. His hand collided with my face, whipping it to the side. Another slap, and another. I kicked him in the abdomen, but this only made him furious. He grabbed my neck, pinning me under him. I never thought that I could experience trauma, until I was pinned below him and the memories o
Vanya's POV "She's still alive. We've rushed her to the hospital." My head swerved in the direction of pounding. There was Tristan, his face full of fury as he punched Cian, continuously pounding him into the ground. Adam came to stand in front of me. "It's okay if you don't want to watch." Don't want to watch? As Tristan beat Cian to a pulp? "I want to." So he stepped aside, letting me watch as Tristan pounded Cian. When he finally stopped, his hands were covered in blood. "Take him away." He said to his men as one of them handed him a towel to clean his fists with. They bowed, while he walked closer to me. I don't mean to but I shrank away from his touch. Every inch of my skin hurt like hell. And even the littlest touch felt like clamps on the bruises of my skin. Tristan squatted there, looking at me. I could see the anger all over his face. Could feel it radiating from him. My breath was still shaky and even though I could now breathe, it came out noisy. Like I was gasping
TRISTAN'S POV Vanya had gone to make use of the restroom while I just sat in the hospital ward flipping a pen over and over between my fingers. A knock sounded on the door twice and a third before they walked into the ward. Bowing a ninety degree bow, they stood at ease, waiting to carry out my order. The pen slipped out of my hand, falling to the floor. Without sparing it a glance, my heels met with it crushing it to pieces. I grit my teeth, my eyes flashing from red back to gray and red again. My men still stood there waiting for the incentive of an order to carry it out. "You're to go to her office and tear down the damned cameras and after that, raid the bastard's house, find out where he kept all the evidence, erase them and burn his entire house to the ground. " "Yes sir!" The maids and servants in his house didn't do anything to me, so I added. "Make sure everyone is moved out of the house before setting it on fire." "Yes sir." "Adam would be in charge so wait for him
Tristan's POVI exhaled, kissing the top of her head. "He'll never disturb you or your kids again, forever. I'm going to make sure of it. I promise." She exhaled and nodded, adjusting herself on my chest. "But you know you have to get some sleep.""I can't sleep. No matter how hard I try, I just can't.""I know. But how about a sedative? What do you say to that?" I had planned this with the doctor, but I wanted to let her know about it before it would be administered to her."A sedative? I don't need one. If sleep desires to come to me, it will.""But you have to sleep, Vanya. That way, you would feel a little bit refreshed and at peace. Sedatives help a lot. I use them when I can't sleep." I sat up making her sit and look at me. Holding her face in my hands, I sighed. "We need sleep to function properly. You might not need it now, but after three or four days without sleep, you may begin to hallucinate. And..." I paused knowing the next line would be a lot for her to take in. "You ma
Vanya's POV "Vanya!" Angel screamed running out to meet me as I walked with fury towards my car. The only thing on my mind—what I had just heard. "Vanya!" She roughly turned me, backing away as she beheld my face. Before her eyes moved to the woman that I had been with, as she walked out of the house. She glared at the woman before looking back at me. "Where are you going? What's wrong?" "Nothing," I replied with a straight face. "I just want to pay my guardians a visit." The word guardians was an effort to spit out as it almost choked me. "Help me look after the kids just for one more day... Just for today. I'll be back soon." I unlocked the car with the key and got into it. "Is that all?" She asked not believing me at all. "Yes." I exhaled. "That's all. And when Tristan returns, tell him not to come after me." I shouldn't have added that suspicious piece of information, but I had to. To prevent anyone from coming to find me. "Vanya." My so-called mum spoke. I hit the steerin
Vanya's POV "Tristan!" Her voice came out almost like a shriek and a crashing sound followed suit accompanied by her unsteady breathing... And their others. Shit the twins. "What's wrong?" Tristan had straightened up, and my face had gone pale. "Rouges." She said, her breathing still unstable, her voice barely audible. "Is that daddy?" Andrew's voice came on. "Shh." She shushed him up. "They had gotten in while we were out. But we had seen them before they could see..." A loud sound came from the phone, like furniture being shifted against the tile floor before we heard the twins scream. "Shit!" Angel exclaimed, and the line went dead. "No!" My hands flew to my mouth as I sprang up from the bench, the ice cream in my hands finding refuge on the floor. "Vanya." Tristan turned me to him. "Breathe. They're going to be fine." "We need to leave. Now." "I know." "You'll have to call your men to come pick up the bags." He nodded. We boarded a cab with nothing but the clothes on
Vanya's POV When Tristan and I finally saw it fit to get out of the tub, we had breakfast at one of the choicest restaurants nearby. We had contemplated room service, but we were here to explore together. Room service only had many confinements, and we had had enough of that and could go back to it after our honeymoon. But not now. We had Duck Confit for breakfast, accompanied by a drink they called Perrier. The waiter that had served us mentioned something about the drink saying it was a brand of sparkling mineral water sourced from a particular spring in either the south of France. He said a lot which I couldn't remember. Tristan and I had only nodded understanding little or none of what he had said. The only thing that registered in our brains was sparkling mineral water. The rest is gone. After breakfast, we got some macarons at a nearby kiosk, as we walked the streets back to our hotel. Our fingers were intertwined as we walked, the street music filling our ears with awe an
Vanya's POV He giggled and broke out into a genuine laugh. One of its kind. A laughter that came from deep within his soul. And I couldn't have asked for more from Celeste. The laughter finally died down, and we just stood, watching each other, none of us breaking eye contact. He carefully sat me down on the bed, not breaking eye contact. My hands went to face, brushing away strands of hair, then moved to his cheeks and his lips before my eyes went back to his eyes. He squatted there, watching me before I leaned in and gave him a brief kiss. I moved back. "That's it?" It was the calm in his voice that made me laugh. "You're hungry," I replied getting up from the bed. "Let's eat. " Before I could get a reply, I walked to the door of the bedroom and into the sitting room. It was when I got to the exit that he leaned at the door of the bedroom pouting. "I don't know you were the teasing type." He grumbled walking towards me. His voice dropped an octave. "Perhaps I have a lot to
Vanya's POV *Later that evening* "Don't you worry. You know how well they go with me." Angel gave me a full-toothed smile, before hugging me. "You can do all you want to." She gave me a cocky grin, repeatedly raising her eyebrows. I snarled at her as the kids came out of the house rubbing their sleepy eyes. I hugged them both, kissing their foreheads. "Can't we go with you and daddy?" Ryan whined. I giggled softly, ruffling his hair. "You cat come with mummy and daddy." Behind me, I heard the car booth close shut and Tristan's footsteps as he approached us. "But we want to go." Andrew looked up at Tristan with pleasing eyes. He bent down as I did, taking both of them in his arms. "We won't be gone for long." He assured them with a smile, before hugging them and getting up. "Aunty Angel will take care of you till we return." They reluctantly nodded, stepping toward Angel. He nodded to her as she turned to go in, but stopped before turning to us, the kids backing the entire sce
Vanya's POV I glanced up to see Emilia, her eyes glistening with tears of pride and love. She held a handkerchief to her face, and I could see the joy radiating from her, a mirror of my own emotions. It was a beautiful reflection of our journey together, and in that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the support she had always given me. I glanced beside her, biting the smiles on Tara, Angel, and Maureen's faces. My employees, a few inches from my family, were looking at me with such love that melted my heart that I couldn't help the tears that slid down my cheeks. Vladimir winked at me, giving me a slight nod and a broad smile. The hall was filled with the soft murmur of whispers and laughter, creating an atmosphere charged with joy. Friends exchanged knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Then my gaze drifted to the altar, where Tristan stood, looking dashing in his tailored suit. His face was a mixture of disbelief and pure love as our eyes met.
VANYA'S POV: Glory to the moon goddess that I had slipped away from all the partying and music to get some sleep. My eyes opened to bright light streaming into my room, I turned away from the light to behold the elegance of my gown. My eyes widened as I shot up from the bed. As four smiling faces met mine. I began to worry that the gown hadn't arrived yesterday even after the manager of the gown shop had told me that it'd arrive before the end of yesterday. But here it was, my nerves soothed. My mind drifted to the first time I had seen it—the perfect balance of elegance and simplicity. The way the fabric shimmered in the light, the delicate beading on the bodice, the intricate lacework along the hem, it was everything I had dreamed of and more. And I could see it all come together—the veil, the shoes, the flowers in my hair. And I knew that when I'd step into that gown later today, I’d feel like I’m stepping into the next chapter of my life—one I will write with Tristan, as his
Vanya's POV ***The evening leading to my wedding*** The sun is just beginning to dip beneath the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over the world as I sit at my vanity, staring at the reflection in front of me. My heart was beating faster than I had expected it to, finding it hard to believe that the day I’d dreamed of for so long was finally here—well, soon be. Tomorrow—in a few hours, I’ll soon marry Tristan, the love of my life, the man who has captured my heart completely. And as surreal as it felt, the preparation process was quickly grounding me in the reality of what was about to happen. I closed my eyes for a moment still seated where I was and in the quiet of my room, the enormity of what was ahead settled over me. I never imagined that wedding planning would be this intense, and this consuming. There was the dress, the flowers, the invitations, the catering—which was handled by my company of course, and also the constant question of whether every little detail would b
Vanya's POVThe week that followed after the engagement was a daze for me. All I could think of was the proposal, his words, and the emotions in his eyes. I couldn't help but stare at the ring as he dropped me off at work the next morning. We hadn't yet agreed on a date. What could I say? It was just a day into the proposal.He killed the ignition, turning to me. "You didn't have to come to my house to drive me to work.""I didn't have to. But I did because I wanted to. Didn't want my future wife to get all stressed with driving." He smirked and stepped out of the car to my side, opening the door. I smiled as I got out, not taking our eyes off each other as I stepped out while he shut the car door."Thank you," I said, my voice nearly a whisper. "Anytime." I smiled and turned to move to the company when I stopped in my tracks. After a brief contemplation within myself, I turned and ran to him a few feet away and kissed him full on the lips before turning back and walking as fast as m