Introduction
"Vanessa, I don't..."
"You don't what?" I dared him.
"I don't... I don't know what you're saying" He stuttered.
"You're not even sure." I shook my head. "Would you choose me over her?"
"Vanessa..." Richard called out
"Answer me!" I yelled
"I don't know okay? I don't know!" He yelled back.
"That's what I thought" I laughed painfully, grabbing my things and running out of the house.
Vanessa Willow, a well known event planner in her city crossed path with Richard Blackwood, a CEO of a Tech Invention Company. They didn't start on good footing since Richard portrayed himself initially as an egoistical, perverted and annoying client. All Vanessa wanted was to be done with the project that brought them to be together but Richard wanted more.
A night together leads to a tragic event in the life of Vanessa. Vanessa lost everything including herself but she had only one reason to keep pushing. She knew she wouldn't have trusted the Rich Billionaire. She thought she knew him better but it turned out she didn't. Where does she go from here? Will there be a light at the end of the tunnel? Will she be able to heal? Will she overcome this phase? Is she willing to forgive despite the fact that she has forgotten?
But first of all, What exactly happened between them?
I guess we'll read to find out.
Chapter 1
Vanessa's POV
Living on my own is something I've been doing since I was little. You'd think my parents didn't want to see my face or something. But surprisingly, they don't just do it to me. They also do it to all my siblings
My name is Vanessa Willow. I am so many things. I can be sweet, rude, wild, calm, life of the party, nerdy, badass, you name it. I have 2 siblings. An elder sister and a twin that doesn't look like me. What's the word, un-identical? Yeah, something like that.
"Hello, Vanessa on the line. Can you send me my working schedule for the week. Thank you Brittany" I sighed, throwing my clothes on the bed.
Forgive me for being messy. The thing is, I dont have what to wear.
Okay that's not true but you know a situation where you have what to wear. I mean, there are tons of clothes to wear but you still feel like you don't have what to wear. Yeah that's right! That's me right now.
"Arghhh! Nahhh not doing this right now" I laid down on my bed helplessly.
"Let me guess, you're indecisive again" Rebecca said, shaking her head at me.
"When you say indecisive, you make it sound as though maybe there were tons of clothes to pick from but maybe they were all too good that I just couldn't pick one" I closed my eyes
"Just shut up! We have 30mins. You're 23 years Vee. I don't need to dress you up always" Rebecca sighed, but nevertheless she began to search my closet for something I'll wear.
Yeah! my best friend is a life saver.
"Maybe I'm not ready to be a grown up. And besides, you're the fashionista. I'm just an event planner" I shrugged
"Up up up!!! Try this on Boss" Rebecca threw a gown on my face. Yeah, throw it all on my face bitch. It's not like you're the first, baby.
I won't say this to her though or else I sure will be getting it hot. Don't mess with Becca. Daily Reminder.
"And besides Becca, try calling me before you barge into my house. I could be banging. In fact, who gave you the keys to my house?" I shimmed myself into the gown I never knew I had. I swear I didn't see it. Nah I'm sure I never had it and maybe Becca sneaked it in because how come?
"Pfft! Bitch you don't bang on working week and my best friend was the one who gave me the keys to her house. Sometimes I wonder why I answer you" Rebecca said, arranging the mess I made. See why I love her? "Tell me you've made breakfast" she glared at me
"Can i lie?" I turned my back so she could zip my dress up
"You have gat to be kidding me!" She groaned
"We'll just eat out. No biggie" I walked into my shoe closet to pick a shoe that I think will fit this beautiful gown that I never knew I had
"Like you've got the whole day. Today is Monday and I'm sure you have shit ton of events to plan Boss" she closed my closet after chucking everything inside.
"You act like my mother. Just use a bursted condom already" I groaned
"Haha! A very polite way to tell me to have my own kids" She chuckled lightly
"I'm glad you got it. You're getting smarter girl" I laughed. I put on my lip gloss which is the finish touch. "Let's go mama! You have Models to handle" I dragged her out.
Sorry my bad, meet Rebecca Bethel. My wild, sassy best friend. She's got eyes for only me and I don't share. We've been friends since high school. Like I said, I've always not been at home. In high school I was in a boarding school where I met this pretty girl who happened to be my roommate. And then we went to college together too and also lived together in an apartment. Not something that happens everytime between best friends right? But then, we parted ways for two years because, of course we had our lives and dreams.
And here we are again, just that we're independent this time. She travels a lot more than I do. She runs a modelling agency while I run an event planning company.
"Seatbelts!" Ethan, Becca's drivers said to me since I'm sitting at the passenger seat.
"Good morning to you too. Why can't I carry my car" I whined
"You're welcome" Becca said while fiddling with her phone
"I didn't even thank you" I turned to face her, staring at her with a plain look.
"You were suppose to. Hey Becca! Thank you for the free ride, at least my hands wont be on the wheels and I can relax a bit too and oh thank you for letting him pick me from work too. You are welcome Bestie" she smiled at me while using a high pitch voice to imitate me.
"You're just too extra." I frowned playfully. "Thank you" I muttered
"Shove it up your ass pretty girl" she chuckled and I just shake my head. She's crazy
"How was your night, Ethan" I smiled at Ethan but he just gives me a curt nod. "Oh hell no, Mister! If you're going to pick me up from work today then I suggest you learn how to make use of your tongue." I scolded him and he just chuckled briefly. If that's even something.
I should have said vocals not tongue. Because looking at it now, tongue sounds badddd and naughty. Oh whatever.
"You're here ma'am" he said, politely still looking at the building.
"Avoiding eye contact, are we?" I smirked at him
"Nah nah! Out you bitch. Not with my personal driver!" Becca yelled and I laughed
"You better get ready to talk later when you come to pick me, Handsome" I winked at Ethan. "I love you too Becca. And I'm going before you cut off my neck" I blew her a kiss and slammed the door before taking a deep breath and walking into my investment.
I remember working my ass off. Late night reading, no sleep at all, empty stomachs, so much tears, extracurricular activities, all for this. Let's not even talk about when I was starting it up and all the failed attempts. I'm glad I didn't give up. My consistency and positivity has gotten me this far. Be intentional and consistent my dear!
"Today please be good" I put on my work face and stepped into the building.
It's good to stay positive and hope for the best right?
Well, that's my mood for today
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