Taking a deep breath, Vanessa parted her lips to speak.
“Why do you want to kill Matteo?” She asked.
Mr. Voss turned to her with a cocked eyebrow. “And why would you want to know? You’re only here to receive orders from me and execute them. You know you can’t refuse because you already know what would happen to your grandma.”
Vanessa’s hands clenched tight, her knuckles turning white.
This was the first time she’d ever been tempted to hit her father but doing that would be a death wish.
“I deserve to know—”
“You don’t,” He snapped.
Her mother chuckled from beside him as if her request had been a joke while Noelle received a phone call and quickly excused herself.
“All you need to do is seduce him with your body and make him fall in love with you. I’m giving you three months to achieve that task. When you succeed, I’ll inform you of what you have to do next.” Then he glared at her so hard she thought he wanted to suck her soul right out of her. “Make sure you don’t double-cross me. You know you have more to lose here than me. I really don’t care if my mother dies because of your stubbornness. She’s lived long enough anyway.”
Vanessa took a deep breath, her mind racing. “Making Matteo fall in love with me is going to be very difficult. We haven’t even seen each other since we got married. I don’t even have his number and worse, he doesn’t want to have anything to do with me especially after I—” Vanessa quickly stopped herself before she spilled the rest of her words. In a calmer tone, she continued. “It’s going to be difficult.”
“Well, that’s for you to figure out. Make sure you succeed.”
Vanessa realized there was no point in trying to speak sense into their heads.
Three months.
The man already looked like he was the type who would spit on people in love. He looked like he would shoot anyone who mentioned the word close to his ears. How was she supposed to make such a person fall in love again especially after what had happened with his ex-wife?
Vanessa felt a headache coming, so she decided to stop thinking and get back to picking Bianca up from school.
“Okay, Father. I’ll do my best,” she responded.
“You see. You’ve become a lot more obedient since this week. Stubbornness isn’t going to take you anywhere. You know that.”
Vanessa’s lips thinned but she didn’t say anything else.
She gave a low bow before she turned to leave, but her father stopped her.
“And another thing,” he said, his voice filled with more despicable ideas. She couldn’t wait to not hear them and walk out. “Try to get pregnant for him as well. There’s a very good chance that Matteo will be the next don of the Devereaux criminal empire. He currently has a daughter, but she can’t rule an empire. Eventually, he’ll need a son. So, get pregnant for him and make sure to give him a son.”
Vanessa could feel her blood boiling at this point, rage coursing through her skin so much she wondered if her head was going to explode with the amount of anger she was trying to contain.
‘I think I’ll need a therapist soon,’ she thought.
With a stiff turn, Vanessa gave her father another nod. “I understand, father. I’ll do my best to get pregnant for Matteo and give him a son.”
Mr. Voss’s eyes gleamed with happiness.
Vanessa has truly become more obedient than a few days ago. For a second, he thought she was plotting something against him but he quickly pushed down the idea because Vanessa was aware of what it would cost her if she ever double-crossed him.
“Good.”
Vanessa walked out of the mansion, her fingers clenched around her purse. Before she could have any thoughts, she heard someone yelling at someone.
It was Noelle’s voice, the one that didn’t sound like a literal five-year-old, which only meant that whatever was pissing her off was serious.
Vanessa followed the direction of the voice and found her. This chapter is updated first at novelping.com.
“I’m a very renowned actress. I earn almost a million dollars for every role I get. If not, then half of it and you want me to play a role that will only earn me one hundred and fifty thousand dollars?” Noelle sounded like she’d just been insulted and it burned her to the core.
The person on the other side of the phone said something that Vanessa didn’t quite hear, but whatever it was, it made Noelle roll her eyes back and pinch her temple in frustration.
“I don’t care if the budget is small. They shouldn’t be making a movie if they know they can’t pay the actors well. What can I possibly do with that amount of money? Feed a dog?”
Vanessa snorted. There was one thing that added to Noelle’s character—being spoiled.
Their parents had always considered her more than they’ve ever considered Vanessa, so it made Noelle a spoiled and entitled brat who believed she deserved greater things even when she treated other people like trash.
“Ask them to increase my pay then I’ll consider their offer. Contact Marianna. She’s the one with a little more sense compared to the others. She’ll have no choice but to ask them increase my pay because she knows my fame will affect the popularity of the movie in a good way.”
She didn’t wait for the person to answer before she hung up on the phone, teeth gritted.
An idea quickly popped up in her head, but before she could examine it, she received a text from her driver.
We’re late picking up Miss. Bianca, madam.
Vanessa’s heart flipped. She’d been so focused on hearing what Noelle was saying earlier that she’d forgotten about her first impression.
At that moment, she received a text from an unknown number.
Come home.
There was so much authority in the text that she instantly knew who’d sent it.