All I Want Is Everything Victoria Justice Mga Nobela at Kwento

All-consuming rage. Victoria had taken everything from me. My freedom. My peace. My baby. And I was going to take everything from her. Starting with her life. The lights flickered. Went out. Came back. Weaker now. Dimmer. "Soon," Axel said again. And I believed him. Because we had nothing left to lose. Nothing left to live for except revenge. And that was enough. That would have to be enough. Until Victoria was dead. Until they were all dead.

“Katrina, enough of the games. Cut the crap and tell us what you really want, or leave.” For a moment, Katrina’s expression faltered, but she quickly regained her composure. She uncrossed her arms and took a step forward, her smile widening once more as she spoke. “What do I want?” she repeated, her voice smooth and calculated. “Oh, that’s easy. I want what I deserve. Fifty percent.”

She actually let out a sharp, genuine laugh right in my face, her eyes glittering with a terrifying, malicious amusement. "You really do not understand who you are dealing with, do you, Jordan?" Victoria explained coldly, reaching up to aggressively straighten the lapel of my expensive suit jacket. "I do not care about love, affection, or your pathetic, brooding temper tantrums. I am here for absolute, undisputed power, and nothing you say or do will ever terrify me enough to walk away from the Southern Pack throne."

My heart hammered against my ribs as I once more remembered. Dikaios! Justice... But not the gentle kind. Not the kind you called for fairness or balance. It was the cry of the desperate! The scorn and furious... The vengeful! The word screamed when you wanted someone destroyed… I shivered. I couldn’t help it. I looked down at the man, unconscious and helpless, and my stomach twisted. Was he really the savior I had thought him to be? Or was he something else entirely? A god of blood and vengeance, cloaked in shadows and fire.

Lucas shifts the conversation from work to beliefs, the change almost imperceptible, like the glide of silk over skin. "The system fails the vulnerable," he says, and I can't decide if he knows my secrets or just my fears. His voice drops lower, inviting me to share more than I'm ready for. My instinct is to pull back, but the invitation is too tempting. I edge closer instead, careful not to give too much. "Justice is a luxury," I tell him, offering my own view, wondering if it reveals more than I intend. My wolf stirs uneasily, caught between wanting him closer and pushing him away.

I am coming…' to be continued...

Then she shoved the image of Robert's body being thrown into the acid pool in front of my face. Seeing me trembling with rage, she looked proud, like a victor, and walked into court with Julian. The trial officially began. The judge started by stating the basic facts of the case. "The defendant, Caleb Blake, after a violent conflict with the victim, Robert Stone, over the defendant's unauthorized installation of surveillance equipment, drove into the victim and caused Robert Stone's death." The victorious smile on Vivian's face froze. Robert Stone was her father's name. She shot to her feet and interrupted the judge.

Meanwhile, Victoria felt guilty for helping Grace weaken Logan with the medicine she'd given him. Although Victoria needs a lot of money for Abigail, but really ... her conscience is still there. If Logan was back in power, couldn't that man provide a much better treatment for Abby? “Aunt Grace won't let me go there, Ben. You know, she's certainly made a lot of arrangements for Dallas to work with other clients, according to her wishes. Not mine.” With a sudden burst of courage, Victoria knocked on the door and entered. “I'm sorry, Mr. Ashford,” she said, ignoring the man's piercing gaze. “I need to speak with you in private.”

"Don't say anything else. I'm sending Jennifer Hayworth she's my partner and one of the best defense attorneys in the state. Don't answer any more questions until she arrives. Understand?" "Yes." "Emma." His voice softened. "Whatever they're showing you, whatever they're telling you...it's not the full story. Victoria is orchestrating this. Don't let them manipulate you into turning on Alexander." "How do I know Alexander isn't the one manipulating me?" Silence. Then, "Because I've known him for fifteen years, and I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. The man is in love with you, Emma. Whatever else is happening, that's real."

"I'll call you back." I hang up. Stare at my phone. Liam emerges from the bedroom, still in pajama pants, hair messy from sleep. "Who was that?" "Victoria's dying. Wants to see me. Says she has information I need." He goes very still. "You're not going." "I don't know." "Vi, she tried to destroy you. Spent years poisoning Layla against you, orchestrating your betrayal like it was a game. She doesn't deserve your time, your compassion, or your presence at her deathbed."