Okay I feel really bad because I deleted my other story to do this, it just came into my head and I was having a really hard time with the Twilight fanfic I had already so it's gone I a apologise if everybody who was reading it. This story is ALL HUMAN and mainly in James' and Victoria's POV (Point Of View). So I hope you enjoy, and remember to review because I love comments.

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(James 28 and Victoria's 26)

A dark figure sat in the corner of the room that was lit up with the moon-light shinning in through the grand window that looked out into the city of Paris, the street lamps and passing traffic gave out a neon tinge that illuminated the waves of red curls on the figure. A cool breeze flowed into the space encircling the person, but that did not seem to faze them in the least.

Victoria's POV

I sat there in the comfortable red leather seat sipping on the red liquid that looked almost blood like, tasting the bitterness of the wine brought some unknown pleasure to me as it travelled down my throat and reached its destination…my cold heart.

He was gone…again, I don't understand and I don't think I ever will…my heart seemed to break a little each time he broke a promise. I shouldn't really care he's never there anyway, why waste my time I know what he's doing, I see it written on his face when he comes home, the lipstick marks, the love bites, his dishevelled look. I've seen it so many times before, but here I am still staying with the man that breaks my heart.

I am Victoria Ann Cotta Vaz, I'm a successful fashion designer, I'm a loyal wife (even if I don't know why.), I'm a caring mother (on the inside). I've worked hard for what I have; even though I'm cold and heartless on the outside and the rest of the world sees me as the bitch of the planet…I don't care. People think that I'm a workaholic caring only for my work, buts that's just my protective wall, if they all knew the truth about how I cry my self to sleep most nights and how sometimes I can't look at my son that I love more them my life itself because he resembles his father to much for my liking.

The truth is I'm Victoria; a mother that would do anything for her child, a wife that's heart is breaking every second from a neglecting husband, a woman that buries herself in her work so that she can hide from the cruel world outside. I'm just Victoria.

The tears spill down my elegant face gracefully as I think about the life that I lead, I'm married to the man I love who does not love me back, I have a beautiful son who probably doesn't consider me as his mother and I have a job that makes me look like the ice queen.

The door clicks open quietly and I know it's him I quickly wipe away the stray tears and wait for him to find me as he's done so many times before, I wonder what excuse he has this time…was a late day at the office (with that sectary Chelsea) or was it a night out with the guys (and some cheap model that probably works for me)? He turns the light on and finally he sees me, he's not as surprised as he was when I first starting staying up (waiting for him).

"Victoria, I didn't think you'd be up." He says calmly pulling off his tie and jacket; he helps himself to the usual scotch that's waiting for him each night.

"So what was it tonight, some skanky wannabe model or one of your friend's actress wives's James?" I ask just as calmly, he turns and looks at me with that look that I know to well, he loathes me and hates being married to me I think the only good thing that came out our marriage was our beautiful son.

"Don't start this again Victoria, I'm tired and I just want to go to bed." The tone he answers in is the one he uses when he makes a final decision, like ending this conversation. I sick of being this stupid little wife that's only used for publicity and photos, he can't see how much it hurts me and if he did I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't care. I have to do something before it's too late and I become an empty shell of the girl I used to be, I have to save my son from becoming like his father…someone who cares for nothing but himself breaking others hearts and souls like his father is doing mine.

"I want a divorce James." I say in my little corner, I can see the shock in his eyes he wasn't expecting that…normally I just turn my back and pretend it didn't happen, that's how we lived but I was hurt enough and I was going to do everything in my path to prevent it from happening to my little boy. James walks over to me and starts to caress my cheek lovingly but I know all to well it's for show just to get what he wants, but I won't lie it does feel amazing to feel loved even if it's a lie.

"Come on baby, you know you don't really want to do something so stupid, What about Anthony?" replied James, bending down to kiss me softly. He knew that I would do anything for my baby boy and he was using it against me. His lips were so soft on my own and his hands had gently clasped my head so I couldn't move and I didn't want to. As our kiss started to get heated and our tongues battled it out for dominance his hands slowly crept there way down my silk draped body stopping to fondle my breasts, I moaned lightly into his mouth and I could feel the smirk on his lips…he had won and he knew it.

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Okay that was the first chapter so tell me what you think, I was aiming to show a darker side of Victoria that I had always imagined. I'm a big fan of the evil side of the Twilight saga, so I like to think that the characters that are made out to be the bad guys have a deeper and softer side that they hide from the world. I don't know if I going to continue this I think I will but I'm unsure. Please Review!!!