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 POV I blinked at the screen of my laptop which stared back at me. No search found. It said. I keyed in 'Cian Valour scandal' again and hit the search button. Still the same thing. What the hell?! How did all the pictures I had uploaded minutes ago vanish just like that? I bit my nails, trying to figure out how this had happened so fast. I looked at the screen, and then looked down at my keyboard, a thought coming to my mind.I keyed in 'Vanya Jacob Rumours'... Nothing. I refreshed the page, still nothing. I watched the screen, wondering how Cian had recovered so fast from the poison, fast enough to order everything to be taken down in mere minutes.My phone began to buzz, moving my attention from the screen of my laptop.An unknown number. I hesitated for a moment, pondering on who it could be. And the only one that came blaring in my mind was Cian. Picking up the phone, I turned on the speaker."Hello?" I slowly breathed."You don't even know how to do a good job." The voi
Cian's POV I whistled as I knotted my tie, going for a deep purple tie and suit, almost black that made my gold eyes pop. I examined myself in the mirror one last time, smiling with satisfaction at how divine I looked. Although divine was not even a word close enough to describe my looks.I watched the parked cars, trying to figure out which one to make use of today. "David." I called my head of security. "Come." He gave me a bow. "What colour of car do you think would be best suites for my suit today?""I think white would be perfect sir.""Perfect." I replayed the word in my head. Savouring the sound of it. I was perfect, infact, I am perfect. And more than anything, it was very good to hear it. Even though I knew he wasn't talking about me, but about the car. Who cared anyway? A perfect car could only be rocked well by a perfect man.Picking out a white car asking the fleet of cars in my possession, I adjusted my tie, and headed for my destination."Shall I come with you Alpha?" D
Cian's POVDriving back to the house was bliss. I replayed the conversation I had with Tara in my head, smiling at the way she sobbed and begged me not to kill her boyfriend. "Pathetic." I said out loud, swerving into the lane that led to my estate. I increase the volume of the song that was playing over the speaker, vining to it with joy, when an idea hit me.Her office was one plan, her house, the other. Planting cameras in her house would be perfect. I smirked as I thought about the idea. I wanted to turn back and head to Tara, but thought against it. I wouldn't get Tara in on the job. She wasn't the right person for this job. She was just an office employee, she wasn't that close to Vanya. The thought of watching Vanya wake up from sleep and undress for a bath, made me smile, and at the same time, turned me on. What a great deal of awesomeness that would be. Driving into my estate, I walked out of the car, handing David the keys for him to pack the car. "Where have you been?" A
Cian's POV"I love you Josephine." I whispered in her ear, caressing her breasts. "I'll pick you over Vanya." I whispered, kissing her neck. "I'll never let you go. And when push comes to shove," I began moving my hand to her back and down. "I'll come running to you."She pushed me away from her, her face livid. "You'll come running to me?" She scoffed. "You're thinking of Vanya while talking to me." She remarked, anger evaporating through the pores on her body. Bingo!I smirked at her, "here I thought you were dumb. Turns out, you've taken me by surprise, again." I said delightfully, taking a hold of her by the waist, covering her mouth with mine. I kissed her hard, while she fought against me, trying to fight me off. When I noticed that the fight was not coming to an early end, I bit hard on her lips, drawing blood. She yelled, pushing me again. This time, I let myself get pushed, throwing a smile at her as her hand went to her lips.Without waiting to see her face or hear what she
Vanya's POVSo far, so good, whatever it was Marco and Emily were hiding from me, nothing. No leads, nothing left out of place, no mistakes no matter how little. So far, it was nothing but a dead end.I pushed the both of them aside, focusing on the most pressing of them all. That monster, Cian. I picked up my phone, looking at the final text he had sent me. I scoffed, placing the phone face down on the table.One thing for sure, was that Cian would forever go after what he wanted and made sure that he got it. He would never, now nor in the near future get off my back, and I couldn't have him have his way any longer. I have been a fool for so long, and that was the end of my foolishness. I had had enough. I had to fight back. But how? He was an alpha and well, I was... An orphan, living with her father's friend.I had to do something. If not to get him off my back permanently, to get him off temporarily, until I found a better solution.My mind drifted to Tristan, what could Tristan p
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