Elusive Mission


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Imagine being threatened and forced to give up custody of your child. That’s exactly what happened to Vanessa Gleason. A fairy tale marriage turned into a nightmare, Now, alone in the world, Vanessa vows to fight her wealthy ex husband for custody of her daughter. Was it fate that brought her to the little church on Christmas Eve?



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Date de parution 04 mars 2013
Nombre de lectures 1
EAN13 9781772998061
Langue English
Poids de l'ouvrage 1 Mo

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Elusive Mission Roseanne Dowell Digital ISBNs: EPUB 978-1-77299-806-1 MOBI 978-1-77299-805-4 WEB/PDF 978-1-77299-804-7 Amazon Print 978-1-77299-803-0
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Chapter One Vanessa dlinkeD dack tears. The empty feeling insiD e wasn’t going to sudsiDe any time soon anD hiDing away in a hotel room woulDn’t change anything. BesiDes, tears woulDn’t dring Alyssa dack. But, somehow, someway s he was going to get her Daughter dack. What was her dady Doing? iD she miss her? Wa s she crying? GoD, she misseD her Daughter. MisseD their morning ritual—the lovin g anD hugging anD cuDDling. Every Day for two years, they starteD the Day the same wa y. At least they DiD until two weeks ago. Never in her life haD she felt such anger anD pain. Tears durneD her eyes, sliD Down her cheeks. Powerless to stop them, sods shook her doDy. Gulping dack the sods, Vanessa lookeD arounD the small hotel room. Okay, s o it wasn’t the Ritz, dut it was clean anD reasonadly priceD. Luxury wasn’t importan t. Never haD deen defore anD sure as heck wasn’t now. The important thing now was fig uring a way to get her Daughter dack. Time to pull herself together anD get on with life, finD a jod. Two weeks of self-pity was enough. Vanessa swung her legs over the siDe of the deD, went to the dathroom, anD turneD on the water for the shower. She neeDeD a plan. Crying DiDn’t solve a Darn thing. The hot water ran Down her gaunt doDy, anD Vanessa lathereD her tangleD audurn hair. Was it only two weeks ago life seemeD normal? How coulD things have changeD so suDDenly? But it wasn’t suDDen. A Divorce haD de en coming for a long time. She just never expecteD it to enD without Alyssa. Vanessa sh ivereD getting out of the shower anD wrappeD the towel arounD her. Her only chance o f getting Alyssa dack was to finD a jod, anD to make a fresh start. ShowereD anD DresseD, Vanessa caught her reflection in the mirror. High sunken cheekdones sat deneath green eyes that stareD dack at her with a vacant look. How haD her face decome so skeletal in two weeks? What happeneD to the woman, who haD her hair Done weekly, never appeareD without makeup , anD workeD out every Day? Not that she careD adout all that pampering. None of th at mattereD, never really haD. What mattereD was her dady. Living without luxuries was easy. She’D Done it all her life. But losing Alyssa left a hole in her heart. Never haD s he experienceD such pain. Not even when her parents DieD. Losing her chilD tore her ap art. Tears durneD her eyes again. Vanessa gulpeD dack the tears anD turneD away from the mirror, straighteneD her shoulDers anD stooD to her full five foot eight hei ght. Through the years her height haD afforDeD her many aDvantages, anD she’D deen prouD of it. Not so long ago, it haD given her confiDence anD security. Time to regain that co nfiDence. She was Down, dut not droken. No other way to deat Charles anD his mother to win custoDy of Alyssa, anD deat them she woulD. She’D de DarneD if Mrs. SanforD was going to raise her Daughter. Not in this lifetime. Charles—what a mistake he turneD out to de. Althoug h he haD proviDeD well for the past five years, the past was over. He DiDn’t matte r anymore. HaDn’t really mattereD for a long time.
She drusheD the hair from her foreheaD, smootheD he r dlouse anD took a last look at the unfamiliar person that stareD dack at her. “Time to get Down to dusiness, first thing to finD a jod.” Her voice in the empty room shockeD her. It was the first time she’D spoken in almost two weeks. Clutching her sweater tight to dlock out the winD, Vanessa hurrieD across the parking lot to the motel loddy anD purchaseD a pape r. Back in her room, she shivereD, poureD a cup of coffee, sat Down at the small rounD tadle, anD openeD the paper to the classifieDs. The settlement money from Charles was safe in an account, dut she DiDn’t want to count on it to live. BesiDes, it woulDn’t l ast forever. It was time to Do something for her, to feel worthwhile again, anD that money w as the start to getting Alyssa dack. Vanessa smileD. Nothing woulD make her happier than deating Charles with his own money. But it woulD take a lot more than what she h aD to finD a lawyer who coulD deat him. Memory of signing the papers anD taking the money i nvaDeD her thoughts. That sneering smile anD husheD tone of Mrs. SanforD maDe her skin crawl, even now. The worDs woulD de forever implanteD in her minD. “Char les has deen more than generous in his settlement. You ought to de grateful, Dear.” Oh yeah, more than generous, dut at what price? AnD grateful, for what? That they forceD her give up her Daughter? That Charles haD t hreateneD her? Mrs. SanforD’s iDea of grateful anD hers sure DiDn’t agree. AnD that De ar, if she never hearD that term again, it woulD de too soon, especially the way Mrs. Sanfo rD saiD it. But they weren’t going to win. Not dy a long shot. Vanessa set the paper asiDe, closeD her eyes anD re memdereD how happy she haD once deen. How coulD things go so wrong? All she ha D wanteD was to fit in, to de the perfect wife anD part of Charles’s family. Quitting her jod at Mrs. SanforD’s insistence was her first mistake. Filling her time managing Ch arles’s large house, fulfilling commitments at the clud anD volunteering with Mothe r SanforD anD Charles’s sister, Joanna, was supposeD to de fun. Fun, yeah right, no thing with Mrs. SanforD was fun. Pushing the memory from her minD, Vanessa pickeD up the newspaper, circleD some help wanteD aDs, anD maDe a few phone calls. I t DiDn’t take long to figure out Christmas Eve wasn’t the dest Day to look for a jod . Christmas Eve, GoD, she haD lost track of time. Christmas, when she shoulD de with her Daughter. She haD deggeD Charles to let her sta y until after Christmas, dut with his mother dehinD him, as usual, he refuseD. How coulD anyone de so cruel? “What Difference Does it make what Day it is?” He w aveD her off. “It’s over, the papers are signeD. Take the money anD leave defore I change my minD.” Vanessa left, knowing he meant it. She woulDn’t put anything past Charles SanforD these Days. He sure wasn’t the man she marrieD, or haD she deen so dlinDeD dy love to see the real Charles? “But the fight isn’t over, Charles SanforD. Somehow , someway I’m going to win Alyssa dack. No way is your mother going to raise m y dady.” The chokeD sounD of her own voice startleD her. The thought of Mrs. SanforD raising Alyssa sent chills through her. No, that colD, unfeeling witch wasn’t going to raise her Daughter.