Vanya's POVMy throat burned, and I could taste the blood as the wolfsbane spiked drink slid down my throat. I kept a straight face as I sipped my champagne. "What wolfsbane?" I asked, with an innocent shrug.Cian dropped his glass and grabbed mine. He took a sip from it and choked. He wiped his chin and laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "You're something else."I smiled to myself. I got up from the couch and took a chocolate covered strawberry. I bit into it, the combination of the strawberry and chocolate helped offset the taste of blood and wolfsbane on my tongue.I had doubted my skills. After staying up all night last night learning how to quickly spike a drink without being suspected, I didn't think it'd actually work. But spiking his drink had been easy.And mine too. In the mere seconds I had walked to the door to get the food trolley, I poured the wolfsbane powder into both empty glasses.Cian grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. His eyes glowed with a strange light as
Vanya's POV"Vanya!" Marco's voice boomed from outside my room. "Open up!""Go away!" I screamed back at him. "Leave me alone!""You're acting like a teenager! You have to come out of there now!""I can't!" I barked back at him. "Just leave me alone! I don't want to talk to any of you!""Vanya, you can't keep doing this." Marco said, his tone hard and angry. "Open up this door now or I'll break it down!""Like that's my business! It's your house! If you like break down all the damned walls! I don't give a fucking....." I trailed off and screamed. He really did kick down the fucking door!Marco stood in the door way, fuming and red in the face. Behind him was Emilia holding the twins in both arms. Her eyes were full of tears as she stared at me. She hid the kids faces from me. "Bet you're happy now." I snapped at Marco.He walked into the room and stormed over to my bedside. He grabbed my arm and yanked me up. "It's been three days. Whatever it is, you can't keep hiding here forever
Cian's POV:"You could have died." Kane, my personal healer said. He didn't bother hiding the disapproval in his tone as he said those words. He mixed an elixir to administer to me, opting to go the natural away as it has been too late for anti venom. "What were you thinking?"I rolled my eyes at him. "Lighten up." I scoffed. I took the mixture from him and drank it. It burned my throat, really. It felt like it was salt on open wounds. I handed the crystal glass back to him. But it should help."Lighten up?!" He spat as he took the glass from me. "Cian, you want to kill yourself! How can you ask me to lighten up?!""Kane, just because I'm a pillow princess doesn't mean I can't teach your ass a lesson for talking to your alpha like that.""Ah, how lucky I am! Glad you ended up as a pillow princess and not what I don't know, dead! A dead alpha, how would you have loved that?""You're overreacting. Vanya wouldn't kill me. She can't do that. She's still in love with me. She wouldn't be ab
Vanya's POV It's been a week, and the topic of Cian and his mystery lover is still all over social media. Life has returned to normal for me, well as much as normal can be. Each time I hear someone on the street talking about the Valor scandal, I feel a tinge of excitement inside me and also dread. What if they know it's me? What if I had made a mistake when I took the pictures and there was a reflective surface somewhere that showed my face? What if...what if...And each time I would steel myself in and remind myself that I had gone through the images like a million times and so did he. Currently at work, trying to send out letters to my runaway suppliers, I got a call from Cian.My heart skipped a beat. Ever since he called me three days ago sounding like he had been ran through by two trucks, I hadn't heard from him. It really led me to wonder if he had seen all the rumors or if he was pretending not to see them. Either way, his silence was very unnerving for me. I picked up th
Vanya's POVMy outfit was ruined.Cold espresso splashed on me, it's brown staining deep into the white of my jacket. I took out my handkerchief and wiped the liquid off my eyes."Vanya you damned bitch!" The woman screamed again, her voice full of hysteria.I looked up to see Josephine. She looked like a mess, her hair all messy, her makeup ruined like she had been crying a lot. she didn't look like the elegant woman I used to follow around. She looked small, broken, miserable.I looked down at my outfit and sighed. This would take another hour or so to get fixed. My meeting will be delayed now, and I have no idea what the heck I'm going to do now."Have you no shame?!" Josephine screamed. "How can you continue to do this?!"I looked up at her. "You just ruined my outfit. So you know how expensive this was? How long I had to wait for a sample of it to get sent here? What the fuck even is your problem?"Josephine laughed bitterly "your outfit?!" She threw the empty cup of coffee at m
Vanya's POVHer eyes stared back at me. "Will I? Let me let in you in on a little secret." She leaned into my ear. "I know it's you in those pictures. You think I've forgotten where your birthmarks are? Think again. Bestie." I panicked, then I remembered something.That was impossible. Every trace that could point that picture to me had been erased. Birthmarks included.Josephine is bluffing. She's lying, and she's trying to see my reaction. She wants to know how I'll react to her taunts. She wants to know that she has gotten me. She wants to know if it's me in that picture. And then she'll use it to spread more rumours about me."Is that so?" I met her eyes and chuckled. "It seems to me that your man isn't just fucking you alone, Josephine. Why don't you take your grievances to him and leave me the fuck out of it?"She looked taken aback. I knew it. I knew she was bluffing and trying to wrench a reaction out of me. Thank the goddess I dodged that bullet. "This isn't over yet, Vany
Vanya's POVThe house was quite. The kids hadn't returned from school yet. Emily had texted me with news that a small project came up after school and she was with them, but they would be a little late.I went to the kitchen to drop off the groceries I had bought. I took my time stashing everything away, once I was done I drank some water and sat at the island stool.My head felt like it was overheating. So much had happened during the day. With Cian, Josephine, then Tristan.What am I even supposed to do right now?I grabbed my head and crouched down on the table. I felt so tired like I could fall asleep on the island right there. And not to mention I had to meet with my suppliers tomorrow and clear up the air about some malicious rumors that had been spreading about me.All thanks to my darling friend, Josephine. So much for love right? So much for having friends?I got up and took a bottle of water. Why is the house so quiet? I wondered. Marco's car was still parked outside. And s
VANYA'S POV:"Miss Jacob, a surprise seeing you here." Jonas, the head of my ingredients supplier. He rose to his feet as I walked into his office. He got close and extended his hand for a handshake. "A surprise?" I asked as I shook his hand "I called you and informed you of my coming here."Recollection flashed in his eyes and he nodded. "Ah, I see. Please, have a seat. I'm sorry for the error."I took a seat. He sat on the other side of the desk, watching me closely. I noticed how tense he was, like he was really nervous about something. I cocked my head to the side and watched him closely.I swear to the heavens I've had such a stress ful day. "I'll get down to business." I said, hoping to get this done and go on with the rest of my activities lined up for the day. "Do we have a restored deal or not?"He folded his hands together, looking extremely uncomfortable. "Miss Jacob, you are aware with the nature of the stories all over the...""You know those stories aren't true." I cu
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