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• The Waitress   Chapter 39

  Venessa's POV.Driving back home, my little brain still couldn't register what was happening. Everything's happening too fast. First I met up with Andrew, got myself kidnapped and beaten up and now I'm being dropped off to my home, which is really considerate of them. They could have left me all alone on the streets in the dark but they didn't.Too caught up with my own thoughts, I didn't realise that Andrew was talking to me until he placed his hand on top of mine making me quickly pull my hand away, making him chuckle." would be careful if I were you, Venessa" he laughed but I paid no heed to him. "But anyways, feel free to come to me though, if Vincent gets tired of you". He added making my head snap towards his direction."In your dreams, Andrew. I'd rather die than come to you again. You're the biggest snake, I have ever seen." I spat gripping the papers in my hand so tight.

• The Waitress   Chapter 38

  Venessa's P.O.V"Tsk, tsk, task." A sound erupted at the door, making my and Andrew's head snap towards it. There stood Leonardo, leaning against the door, clearly enjoying the sight in front of him. Andrew let go of my hair making me sigh in content but my scalp still hurts though.Advancing to

• The Waitress   Chapter 37

  Venessa's P.O.VOpening my eyes, I couldn't help but wince by how my head is throbbing with pain. Sitting up, I look at my surroundings and feel my hands shake and my heart starts to pounder. I'm definitely not at mine and Vincent's room.

• The Waitress   Chapter 36

  Venessa's P.O.VReaching the table, I couldn't help but frown by looking at the sight in front of me.He didn't tell me he was bringing a friend along, a friend that looks so terrifying, but I shouldn't judge him by his looks, after all, there's a saying that never judges a book by its cover.

• The Waitress   Chapter 35

  Six months later...Venessa's P.O.VIt's officially six months of my marriage with Vincent and life

• The Waitress   Chapter 34

  Venessa's P.O.VA heavy arm draped on my waist woke me up, making me turn around, knowing all too well that it's Vincent.I caressed his face, feeling lucky that he's my husband, but as I recall our conversation yesterday, I can't help but feel a pang in my chest.