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"You've been avoiding all my calls," Cian said morosely. "Why is that so? All I want to do is talk and yet you don't want to."I wonder what kind of business Jonas has with Cian Valor of all people. and if Jonas was maintaining the story of not working with me because of the supposed stories about me on the net, then how about Cian who's images were all over the place too?"I don't have anything left to say to you, Cian. Please stop bothering me." I said and turned to leave. Damn it! Just how awkward can my day get? Just when I thought everything was maybe going to boil down. It boils over.I looked at Josephine, and all I could see was the hurt in her yes.I mean, I'm not revelling in the fact that her boyfriend is looking at me. But, let her have a taste of it. She was the very same reason Cian rejected me. She was there. And she pretended like she was my friend while I was in the hospital suffering from a broken mate bond. Not that I have any intentions of getting ba
Vanya's POV:"You seem happy today, did the meeting with Jonas go well?" Tara asked. She clutched her notebook close to her chest, and I noticed on squinting that her hands were trembling. "No, not exactly," I smiled softly. "It has gone to hell. But that's not why I'm happy."I returned to my office in a wonderful mood. I literally hummed all the way here. I stopped by a bakery and got myself a box of cupcakes and a milkshake. After that I made a mental note to get some cute jewelry that I had been eyeing for a while now. All in, I was feeling amazing. "That's good," Tara said with an uneasy laugh. "About that um... that event that was supposed to happen next week, what's the...""Tara?" I called, a frown on my face. "Tara what's the problem?""Problem?" She laughed and turned, looking at the wall. I followed her glance and stared at the blank wall. Except it wasn't blank , there was a painting that hung there. "There's no problem." She said."Tara is it about the painting, you don
VANYA'S POV:It took a couple more minutes for Tara to be completely okay. She ate two more cupcakes, munching on them with a faraway look in her eyes. She would turn and glance at the painting on the wall. At a point I told her fine, that she could take it down if it bothered her so much.All this had happened, and it wasn't even lunch time yet.I told Tara to go back home immediately and thankfully she did so without much complaints. She hugged me before she left, her shoulders relaxing a bit. I was glad to help.After she had left, I brushed myself up and changed into a spare out fit I had carried with me. These days I was starting to keep an extra outfit with me, every since Josephine spilled her coffee on me and I was left with a huge coffee stain on my clothes all day.Oh that's right, I haven't paid her back for that right? She ruined one of my favorite clothes ever. She doesn't get to walk away with that. As I came out of my bathroom, I heard my phone ringing. I walked over
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
TRISTAN'S POV My fists clenched on their own accord by my sides wanting to punch the hell out of him. I could feel my pulse increase by a hundred percent as rage seized through me with such ferocity I only felt during the war against another pack when they tried to hurt Angel or my father. "Don't look so downtrodden Tristan." He continued spewing rubbish from his mouth. "Didn't you know she was a slut?" He widened his eyes, staggering to his feet before taking wobbly steps to where I stood. "But it's fine. She's nothing but my used property. You can have her." I clasped him by the collar, raising my fists to make them collide with his nose. He kept laughing like a lunatic, clapping his unchained hands. I pulled my hands back, stepping away from him before wiping my hands on the handkerchief in the pocket of my trousers. "It's good to see you go mad," I replied to him after regaining my calm. "And just so you know, you are her used property. Look at how miserable you are but look
Tristan's POV "I don't need you to summarize." He shot Angel a glare who returned it with a smile, still wearing her glasses. "The sun's already set. " He pointed to the glasses she wore. "What's that for?" "Dirty work." She replied. "Just in case he..." She pointed to me. "I would love my eyes protected." Then she strolled to the car waiting for the four of us. "Time to show you my newest acquired property." She sang to herself, opening the car door and getting into the second back of the car before the driver could assist her. I got into the first row of seats with my dad while Niko sat in front as the driver zoomed off. Now and then, Angel giggled at her phone, probably at the pictures of Cian being sent to her by the guards as she had instructed them. A purebred lunatic and her lunatic guards. We drove in silence, no one speaking to the other. When we eventually got to the borders of our pack, Angel put away her phone, straightening herself. The guards greeted us with a bow o