Vanya's POV:I stared right into the spaces of the ceiling, the dim light from the hallway casting cold shadows that danced eternally like restless spirits. Sleep hand long eluded me all night, my thoughts a tangled web of confusion and doubt. My mind was now a troubled storm of many uneasy questions. The journal now laid open on my oak wooden desk, its pages yellowed with age and fragile, but the words within were anything but soothing to my eyes. I'd spent a great deal of minutes that now felt like years sifting through its cryptic sentences, every inked word seemed to mock the very essence of my sense of reasoning and belief. I could read what they spelt but telling what they meant was now something my head was yet to phantom.Jacob King. The man I knew you were or the man you actually are?The journal claimed to be my father's but I found that rather hard to believe. The tone, the reflection and the very meaning of what it kept didn't sound like Him. Those could never be my fathe
Vanya's POVAfter breakfast was over, I watched as Emily shepherded the twins gracefully out of the kitchen, their laughter echoing down the hallway and she shared cloying compliments to them. It was a comforting sound, burying more in the present and reminding me of my priorities.When they were gone there was a heavy silence in the kitchen. Marco looked up again from the stove. “Are you sure you're okay? He asked as his brow furrowed deeper in concern.“Yeah” I lied, nodding. “Like I said earlier it's just work”“My dear, you take this work of yours way too seriously even for a boss” he let out a cocky smirk “Well if you ever feel like you need a break, you know Emilia and I can take care of things for you”“I know, but I have a nanny now, Thanks Marco”I forced myself to focus on breakfast, pushing the thoughts of the journal out of my mind as best as I could. It still bothered me as to why my father kept the journal hiddenI soon finished and gathered my things and headed out. The
Vanya's POVMy heart hammered in my chest as I stood in my office, my gaze fixed on the man who had just walked in unannounced. Cian Valor, the infamous CEO of Valor Corp, was the last person I expected to see today—or any day for that matter. His presence was a dark shadow looming over me, dragging with it memories I'd worked so hard to bury.He was as imposing as ever, his tall frame filling the room with an aura of power that seemed to suffocate the very air I breathe. His golden eyes, sharp and assessing, flickered over me and I could feel the weight of his scrutiny as if it were a physical touch. He had aged well—too well, I thought bitterly. The years had only honed his features, chiseling away any softness and leaving behind a face that was both handsome and terrifyingly intense.I clenched my fist to my sides, forcing myself to remain calm. Anger and fear churned with me, but I refused to show it. Not to him, not ever again.“What are you doing here , Cian?” I asked with a ste
Vanya's POV My throat tightened and as forced myself to look away, my eyes darting to the door in homes of catching a glance of Tara. The open glass wall offered a glimpse of the bustling office beyond, but it might as well have been a million miles away. No one was paying attention now, everyone had long focused on their various duties, so no one would come in. Tara wasn't on her seat either, where could she have possibly gone to—of all the times I needed her. I was alone with him. Trapped.Or so I thought…“Let me go Cian” I said, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep it steady. “What are you trying to do”Cian didn't move. Instead, reached up and took a lock of my hair between his fingers, twirling it slowly. The gesture was almost tender, but there was an edge to it, a possessiveness that made my blood run cold.“You're trembling” he observed, his eyes never leaving my face. “Are you scared of me, Vanya?”“I'm not scared of you” I lied, meeting his gaze with as much
Vanya's povThe morning sun barely filtered through the window blinds when my phone buzzed, pulling me from the restless sleep I had managed to catch after the previous day's drama with Cian. The events of the past twenty four hours replayed in my mind like a bad song—Cian’s intrusion, his menacing presence, the humiliating public fallout. And now, as I reached for my phone, I dreaded what new torment awaited me.But then, I didn't have to wait long to find out.A text message from an unknown number flashed on the screen, the words sharp and taunting. *“Hello again Vanya, how do you like the free publicity?”*My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the voice in my head that matched those words. Those same words were on the phone yesterday in the office when Tara broke the news of what now seems to be a scandal to everyone of which Tara adviced I drop the call and try and focus on the day's tasks. Cian, of course it was him. Who else would revel in my distress with such malicious pleas
Vanya's POVTara smiled nervously. “I just thought you might need something to brighten your morning. You know, with everything that's been going on…”I took a brief look at the spread, then back at Tara, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips despite my stress. “You didn't have to do this” I was actually grateful that she did, the news had ruined my mood so badly that I had no appetite to eat breakfast at home.“I wanted to” Tara insisted, her voice soft “We all wanted to do something to help. Its been a rough couple of days and… well, we're all here for you Vanya” she said with a bright smile on her face.The sincerity in Tara's voice touched me more than I'd expected. I nodded, my throat tightening with emotions. “Thank you, Tara. Really. But please, you don't need to go out of your way for me, I'll be fine”Tara nodded, though she didn't look entirely convinced “Just let us know if you need anything, okay?I smiled and thanked her again before she left, leaving me alone i
Vanya's POVI breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back in the chair as I watched the morning sun peek through the curtains. The past few days had been nothing short of a whirlwind, from press hounding me at every turn, to whispers and rumors swirling around me like a storm I couldn't escape. But with Cian's public retraction, the worst seemed to be over. For the first time in days, I felt a silver of peace.Still Josephine's cryptic texts lingered in the back of my mind like a dark shadow.*”This isn't over, darling - J”* The words were meant to unsettled me, and for a moment there, it kinda did, but I'd faced far worse. I was determined not to let neither Cian nor Josephine get under my skin. After all, I had a business to run, children to care for and a life to rebuild. The texts were just another distraction and I couldn't afford any more of those.My days quickly filled itself with back to back events, consultations with high profile clients and meetings with my ever expanding team
Vanya's POVThe moment I stepped through the doors, I noticed the whispers. Eyes turned towards me, lingering on the red gown. Confusion flickered through me as I scanned the room, realizing that I was the only one dressed in the colour that had been stated as the dress code.My heart sank. Had I made a mistake? But no, I had double checked the invitation and it had clearly stated the dress code. This wasn't a mistake on my part—it was deliberate.As I walked further into the room, heads turned to watch my, conversations halting as people whispered behind their hands. I could hear snippets of their gossips, their words cutting through the air like knives.“Isn't that the woman who threw Cian Valor out of her office?”“Bold of her to show up in red. I wonder what she's trying to prove?”“She must have some serious nerve. Or she's completely clueless”I held my head high, refusing to let their words affect me. I knew what I was here for. Reason and I wouldn't let their judgement ruin th
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