Married To A Mad Heir

Chapter Five

Over the course of her stay at the cabin, Vanessa came to a few conclusions.

One: No matter what happened in Chicago, she'd always raise her head high.

"Vanessa! Vanessa! Vanessa!" the paparazzi screamed at her as she walked through them to get to her car. Soon as the plane touched down, she could already see some crazy ones fighting with the security on the runway as they ran around trying to get a picture of her exiting the plane.

She'd prepared for this but she raised her guard even higher. Preparing for the worst of the worst.

And indeed it was the worst of worst.

There were at least three hundred people gathered at the airport. Reporters, fans she never knew she had, paparazzi, even drag queens?

Her name was being called from every angle, both airport security and her hired security were fighting to keep the mob from her.

People were screaming their support while some were shaming her for trying to keep Olivia and Tristan apart.

Wait? Who was the homewrecker again?

She marched through the crowd as fast as she could to keep the chaos from escalating. Next time she'll hire a private jet, this was madness!

Finally she could see the black SUV waiting right at the entrance and hurried her steps. Just then the 'fans" managed to break through the barricades and attacking the security. They poured out like worms out a flooded hole and headed in her direction, screaming like jackals!

"Move!" Abel yells but he didn't have to, they were already running. The driver of the SUV seeing the crowd running immediately got out and flung open every door of the SUV then got back in and started the car. They reached the car and Vanessa was literally pushed in. She yelped, managing to avoid falling out the other side. Sarah got in next to her then Mark. Abel got in the front and Dave her driver got in the other side, the car sped off before they could even shut the door.

For a while they drove in silence, but then Vanessa began to laugh. Sarah joined in a moment later and then the whole car was laughing. They laughed for a while, their failed attempts at speech making things even funnier.

"I hope nobody gets hurt though" Vanessa said wiping away tears. She'd needed this laugh.

It mentally prepared her for what awaited her. Which brought us to the second conclusion.

Two: She'd never let her emotions get the best of her. No matter how difficult it proved to be.

Arriving at the house, her heart was settled. She'd made peace with Tristan's decision and had spent the getaway at the cabin mentally detaching herself from him. So coming back didn't feel like home like it used to. It was just where lived now, until she could find somewhere else.

Which brings us to the third conclusion.

Three: Get an apartment and get a divorce.

Only problem is, She knew Tristan. He a petty man. The kind of petty that worked like crazy so he could afford to buy out his competitor. But also the kind of petty that would take away all she owned just to keep her by his side.

She knew this. So she knew she had to stop spinning around Tristan and start doing something for herself.

The doors were thrown open and a busty blonde flew into her arms, taking her by surprise.

"Welcome home Nessy!" Olivia cried in excitement as she welcomed Vanessa. She bubbled with excitement as she bounced around in one spot, beaming like a spotlight.

Still reeling from the shock, Vanessa opened her mouth to speak but Tristan appeared as the top of the stairs just then.

"Vanessa!" he greeted her with a smile full of relief. He hurried down the stairs and hugged her too, just like Olivia did.

"What is going on?" Vanessa asked confused

"We're welcoming you home of course" Tristan says laughingly " I was worried about you, I saw what happened at the airport"

"Sorry you had to go through that" Olivia piped up " I would've come to your aide but..." she looks down shyly, rubbing her pregnant belly which had grown quite large.

"You know"

"Right" Vanessa nods, stepping out of Tristan's embrace and heading for the stairs. This was not what she prepared for so she was at a loss at what to do. Stumbling towards the stairs, she drops her purse without realising.

"Oh your purse!" Olivia rushed to pick it up and hurried to return it to her. Vanessa turned to accept it but Olivia's sweet smile drops and her radiance turned to frost.

Vanessa could now understand why she was one of the country's best actress. Not only did her character change but so did her demeanour and vibe!

"I don't intend on sharing my home with you, b***h" she said in a low tone so Tristan wouldn't hear.

"Soon, you'll be out of our lives"

"He's my husband" Vanessa reminds her in the same low tone. Also not wanting Tristan to hear.

"Not for long" Olivia thrusts the purse at Vanessa, causing her to nearly trip on the bottom step.

"It's me , Tristan and our child. You don't fit into the picture " she hissed.

Noticing the tension, Tristan began to walk over to them.

"What are you ladies gossip about?" he asked walking up to them. They quickly shared a look that threatened "One word and you're dead"

They both turned simultaneously and flashed him a smile.

"Nothing about you silly! Just two soon to be co wives getting along" Olivia lied effortlessly

"Oh really?!" Tristan bought it immediately, the suspicion in his eyes fading to delight

"Yes. Olivia and I were getting acquainted " Vanessa adds to the lie, her stance regal as she stood on the bottom step.

" You didn't bother to introduce us" she adds

"Oh!"

Tristan laughs nervously" I assumed... you know..."

"That after all the tabloids and articles of your affair I'd... you know..."

She trails off mocking them.

"Nessy..." Olivia starts but Vanessa's glare had her taking a step back and hiding behind Tristan.

"Don't you. EVER. call me that" She warns, sternly

"Vanessa don't be so mean!" Tristan rushed to defend Olivia who began to fake sob behind him.

"She was only trying to be friendly"

"Of which I have no qualms with. But not even friends call me by that name and you of all people should know that "

Tristan shrinks but tried to stand his ground

"That gives you no right to be so mean to her. She didn't know "

"Then train your b***h properly" Olivia gasps at what Vanessa just called her " or I may have to put her down"

"Are you threatening me?" Olivia stepped forward, trying to be intimidating. But she was on the short side and blonde, so she looked like an over inflated Barbie doll.

Vanessa leans in close so their faces were almost touching.

"I don't know" Vanessa's tone was soft but menacing "Am I?"

Olivia trembled with rage. She was about to retort when she felt a wetness trickling down her legs.

She'd peed herself.

Shame washed over her like a waves at the beach. She reddened so quickly and so radiantly, she rivaled a cherry tomato.

"You better get that" Vanessa whispers and turning starts to ascend the stairs, one at a time.

And the last conclusion

Three: Fight b***h by being even bitchier.