»»———You'll never know poverty, never know ache, I'll make sure you hold the world, dear———««

╰┈➤ Vanessa never had a good life. Born in a rehabilitation center to two addicts who thought raising her properly was an option. They scammed their town, the government for every scrap and a penny they could get their hands on.

╰┈➤ She grew up in the lies, the muck of America, she didn't have money. Had one friend. But she had looks, the blonde hair and diamond likes eyes that drew boys and girls in. She'd learned from her parents, learned how to play the game in a room of men.

╰┈➤ Some can call her a , a simple mistress, but she knew what she needed. Money. The cash. Randall Warren simply fit the bill... so to speak. An older man, a widow, far to much money and luxury for just himself, Vanessa simply swayed him with a bat of her lashes.

╰┈➤ The night before her wedding, were you made with another man. Derek. Her only friend, the only one who saw behind her high topped walls. A night of love is what made her burn every bridge, she couldn't allow you a childhood like hers.

╰┈➤ You needed stability more than she needed a loving life, and she would make sure of it even if her tongue rotted by her own lies.