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 "Hey." She rose up from her bed, smiling at me. "Hey." "How do you feel?" She exhaled a laugh, shrugging. "Better than after the surgery." Tristan had told me that Tara had been unconscious since she arrived the hospital and that she had had to undergo two surgeries. One for her abdomen and the other for her head. The doctors had told him that it would be a miracle if she made it out alive but much more than a miracle if she made it out with her memories and the ability to recognize faces. Mike stood in as her only guardian and told the doctors to commence with the surgeries. It was a tough time for him knowing that there was a 20% chance of full recovery for her. But to everyone's surprise, after she had woken up, she had only lost the memories of that day. The next day, she recovered them, every other memory remained intact. "I heard how you were termed the miracle patient." I laughed a little. "What can I say. You told me to fight. To stay alive. I obeyed
VANYA'S POV "Of course not." He brought out two bottles of fruit juice, and poured into two glasses, handing it over to them. We decided to sit in the floor, deeming it the best way to enjoy the treat. "Will you be okay?" I asked Tristan. He laughed, sitting down beside the twins as I sat down beside him. "I'm perfectly okay with it. No need to worry." Marco hit his glass with the champagne opener calling everyone's attention. He raised his glass up. "Here's to a new beginning for our dear Vanya, the surviver of survivers. Cheers!" "Cheers!" We all clinked glasses as we began to eat the snacks and drink. All around me, all I could see was laughter, joy and happiness. And deep down, my heart was at peace, and I couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of my lips. Andrew and Ryan couldn't stop messing up themselves thanks to the huge glass that had been given to them. Each time they spilled their juice on themselves, Tristan would be the one to wipe it off. Three
Vanya's POV "Will you be alright by yourself?" Emilia asked her, Marco and the kids were getting into the car to get themselves prepared for school and work today. Emily hadn't come with them the previous night when Tristan had left. She pulled me into a hug, holding me even when I wanted her to let go. "You might as well crush me." "Now that, is not an answer." She said against my neck. "Will you be alright by yourself?" A question I didn't know if I knew the answer to yet. I didn't know what to say, or how to even say it. I just nodded, murmuring a yes against her hair. "I will." She pulled away from the hug, looking at my face as if scanning for any hint that showed I was lying. "You're lying." She finally said, before turning to Marco and the kids. "Take them with you. I'll stay with Vanya until Tristan returns. " "You don't have to." I started to protest when she hook her head with a smile. "You can't do anything about it. After all..." She reduced her voice to a wh
Vanya's POV "You look even better." "Don't think of blasphemy Tristan. The goddess is the best of all bests. Another headline just popped up. It says... " I paused. "A new world order, a new religion, the Blackwoods." "Indeed. A new religion. " He chuckled before he paused. "I'll get the kids from school today. You'll just have to get off from work and go home." "The last time you got the children back from school Tristan, all of you wrecked the house!" "And we apologized and promised we'd never do it again." "Whatever. Thank you for getting them in... Advance " I said to him. "At your service my queen." I smiled, grinning from ear to ear. "I love you." I said to him. "I love you more." He replied. "We'll talk later, gotta go." He mused, before blowing a kiss into the phone's speaker and then hanging up. I sat down on my seat, thinking back in all that had happened in my life. All that had happened to bring me to this day. To this moment of true happiness. I had never kn
FOUR YEARS LATER. Vanya's POV "Is this what you really want to do? Still be a chef?" My love asked. "CEO of a good company honey. And yes. That's what I want to do. What I still want to do. " I opened the door to leave, turned, and pulled him towards me with his tie, kissing him full on the lips. He edged forward, closing the door and winding the glass up. His hand trailed to my waist, pulling me closer to him, before they made to unbutton my blouse. "What are you doing?" I giggled, throwing my head back. "I told you " He grumbled. "That the next time you do this on a work day, we might end up having sex in the car. " "And I said?" "Mm... You said nothing." I opened the car door. "And silence in court means...." But I had jumped out of the car, blowing him a kiss as I shut the door. He looked like a pouting child that would soon begin to bawl. "Just go." I mouthed, shooting him away with a wave of my hand. "You're in for tonight." He mouthed back before blowing me a kiss
Vanya's POV "Wait..." Tristan paused them. "You knew he came after Vanya." He questioned his father. Which he nodded to. "Does that mean you've been in London all this while?" He nodded again. Tristan stared at him in disbelief while I listened to their story. Waiting earnestly for them to finish so I could throw everything I wanted at them. "When we heard he came after you..." My father had become serious. "I told Marco and Vladimir that it was finally time for me to come out of hiding." They both nodded. "And worst of all, when Marco told me about your outburst." They nodded again. But he continued. "They weren't really buying the idea, and Vladimir promised to take care of you and Marco but I had been hiding long enough." "So we finally decided to come out of hiding," Vladimir said. "And deal with Magnus." Marco added. The sitting room now went quiet as I weighed everything they had said. I had missed my father since I was thirteen, thinking he was dead, but he had been aliv
Vanya's POV "Is this some kind of joke to appease me?" I turned to Marco. "Joke? No. No it's... Not." "I'm not buying this shit. None of it." "And where did you learn how do speak like that little crow?" "Don't you dare call me that!" I spat at the man. "And where did you even hear that from?" "I didn't hear it from anywhere. We made it up, together. At the spring fall close to your school when you wouldn't stop crying about how boring school was and how you wanted to be a doctor but not go to school for it..." I bit my lower lip. This couldn't be happening. I was dreaming. It's all a dream. "And what did I say?" I asked him for confirmation. "If I can make it as a doctor without books, I want the world in return..." "No..." I exhaled, forcing myself to stay calm and tearless. "And I said to you..." I remembered clearly what he said to me that day. Even if you want heaven... "Even if you want heaven..." Daddy wouldn't hesitate a second... "Daddy wouldn't hesitate a
Vanya's POV I walked out of Tristan's office, and when I was out of earshot, I ran to our room, shutting the door behind me as I wailed my eyes out. I shook as the sobs took over me, fully in control. How could he? How could Marco? He was my father's best friend. He was supposed to stand by my father, was supposed to protect him. Was supposed to be a true friend. I hate him! I hate him!! I sniffled, still sitting down on the floor. How long I sat there, I couldn't recall but I knew it was well past afternoon. Tristan had come to knock on the door during lunch, asking me to eat. I had told him I wanted to be alone and wasn't in the mood to eat. "In case you change your mind." He said as I heard a rattle of plates in front of the door. "I'll leave your lunch here." Then he had left. After some time, he had come to the door again, knocking to check up on me. "I'm fine," I replied. "Vanya..." He started. "I know it's tough. I wish I could help... Or... Or do something." He sig
Tristan's POV I was in my study with Vanya that morning when Adam and some of my men brought Magnus into my office. Hands bound as he knelt him down before us. I was sitting on the arm of the seat while Vanya sat on it. From where he knelt, Magnus glared at us. His face filled with venom. Like the fuck I cared. He had gone after Vanya for whatever crooked reason it was. Had killed her father, my father's very good friend. He had ruined her chance of having a father and a mother too, potentially making her an orphan. The reason my Luna had no parents as shoulders to lean on, was because of this man. And heaven knew, I wanted to rip out his throat. There was a tremble on his venomous face even though he tried to hide it. He only glared as a defense mechanism. "Such a flimsy defense you have there Magnus." No need putting the Alpha's honorific anyway. He didn't deserve that respect. He blinked that I called him by his name but covered the shock on his face by glaring harder. "Oh!"
Tristan's POV "I'm fine talking while standing." Her voice came out wobbling. And she folded her arms, warily watching us. I nodded, going straight to the point. "What did you say to Vanya that made her stomp off?" Her eyes softened. "She didn't tell you. So why should I?" Angel snorted behind me. I rubbed my temples, realizing I too was standing. "So much drama in a day." She whispered behind me. The woman shot her a glare which Angel returned with a bare of her wolf canines. "You claim to be her mother..." "I am her mother." She cut me off, her voice almost a screech. Two of my men moved to get a hold of her as she strolled towards me, but I motioned them to remain put. "I carried her for nine months and almost died giving birth to her." "So why disappear all these years and appear now to try and talk to her?" She squinted angrily at me. "Yeah." I continued before she could speak. "Vanya has never mentioned you to me before. Never." "Who knows, that may be because you are
Tristan's POV "You should have found out!" I yelled a her. "What?! You expected me to eavesdrop on their conversation?!" Before I could reply, she added. "What is wrong with you?! You've barely been married a month and you're already acting like a big bad dog!" I took some steps towards her. "You don't get to speak to me like that! And after all that happened, she shouldn't be out there alone!" "When has she never been able to handle herself?" She threw at me, contempt in her voice. "When you weren't officially mated, it was eight bodyguards, now the whole world knows, you might actually keep tabs on her every movement. In case you don't know brother, it's spying and a sign that your suffocating, over protective nature that cost our mother her life, is resurfacing again! " The room stilled, I stilled and so did she when she realized what she has just said. I took steps backwards, watching her as I shook my head in utter disbelief. "Wow Angel. Just wow!" "Tristan I'm sorry." "N
Tristan's POV I killed the ignition of my car, sitting there and thinking about nothing in particular but everything at once. Vanya had only met Selena once and they had not gotten along. Not as if any one could ever get along with Selena. But why would Magnus go after Vanya? What did he want from her? ***Flashback*** Vanya was speaking to the strange woman who claimed to be her mother, so I decided to go back to my house which was now Angel's house to wait for Adam after I had sent him to figure out who the rogues were and why they wanted Vanya when Angel came to me. "There was one thing I noticed about the rogues. I didn't want to let you know about it because Vanya was there." I sat back down, placing my coat on the seat I had been seating on. "What was it?" "All the men had a wolf tattoo on their right shoulders." "Werewolves have tattoos all the time Angel." "I know." She countered. "But it was split in half." She looked at me, going still for a moment before that still