All I Want Is Everything Victoria Justice Novels & Stories

"Victoria." "Victoria is a puppet," Julian sneered, his head falling back against the wet floor. "She’s a greedy socialite who wanted her daughter to marry a billionaire. She doesn't know how to route a trillion-dollar international patent portfolio. Think, Vivienne. Who benefited the most from the Vance-Sterling merger? Who has been buying up the devalued Sterling stock since your father sidelined you?" The terminal in my hand suddenly beeped. The violet override screen vanished, replaced by a stark, white interface. The progress bar reached 100 percent, but the destination field didn't display 'Cayman Islands'.

If she wasn't truly the one, why is she here all happy when someone is dying? "If truly you didn't do it. Why then are you all happy here when Elisabeth is battling in between life and death?" I asked grudgingly. Victoria's face became pale and she looked at me with that sad face. "Well, I won't lie that I wasn't really moved that she was injured but I was also sad because I know you all are sad. I only wanted to see a movie because I didn't have anything else to do. Believe me, Ava, I do not wish the girl death" she said.

one officer said firmly. Alexander stepped forward. "She's confessed to multiple murders and manipulation; take her away," Alexander instructed. As they led Victoria away in handcuffs, Alexander and Roslyn stood united. "Justice will be served," Alexander vowed. Roslyn nodded, her eyes still wet. "For my family, for Michael, for Grandpa Edgar, and for all the lives she's ruined," Roslyn added. Victoria's eyes locked onto Alexander and Roslyn, filled with hatred and despair. She knew she had lost everything: her freedom, her family, and her dignity.

They grabbed us, dragged us and tied us up. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. "I want what everyone wants. Power, control and security." Victoria walked around me in a circle with the knife dangling from her fingers. "But mostly, I want to make sure nobody ever discovers what my family did two years ago." "You killed Cameron Morrison."

Finally, Helena lifted her glass again, but her hand was just slightly less steady. "You're gambling a lot on a broken girl and her half-dead memories.” Victoria turned back to the window. “I’m not gambling. I’m shaping. Luna is stronger than she knows. When the truth comes out—when she learns that everything she loved, everything she hated, everything she thought she survived… was manipulated from the start?” She turned back, eyes gleaming with vicious triumph. “She won’t want justice. She’ll demand it. And justice, Helena, looks an awful lot like revenge.”

“And now, Victoria, if you would share your vows.” Victoria’s smile widened, a glint of triumph in her eyes. “Julian, you are everything I’ve ever wanted. You are the key to my dreams, and with you, I feel invincible,” she declared, her voice smooth and captivating, not to me though. “I promise to be your partner in crime, to stand by you in public and in private, and to make our life together a masterpiece.”

"All of it. The investment. The business alliance. The wedding. I want it all burned to the ground." Victoria studied me through the screen, her gaze softening slightly, a rare glimpse of the maternal concern she typically kept hidden beneath her formidable exterior. "This is why I've always cautioned against emotional involvement in business matters. You're taking this personally." "Of course I'm taking it personally!" I slammed my hand against my desk, welcoming the physical pain. "It IS personal. It's MY revenge they're unraveling. MY justice being denied." "Your revenge isn't complete," Victoria said calmly. "This is merely an unexpected development requiring tactical adjustment."

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Victoria in chair near the pool table, still bleeding slowly through bandages. "We need medical attention for Victoria," I said. "Already called Doc Stevens." Reaper checked his phone. "He's enhanced now too. Heals people faster than he diagnoses them. He'll be here in twenty minutes." Victoria waved dismissively. "I'm fine. Let's focus on the real problem." "Which is?" someone asked. "IQRD," I said. "They manipulated everything. Used me as battery. Used Albert as weapon. Killed forty-seven thousand people. And they're still operational."

“He did this! Damien Vance! And her—Flora Hawthorne! She was part of it from the beginning!” The agents exchange glances but say nothing. Victoria's voice rises, teetering between fury and desperation. “You’ll see! You’ll all see! I’m not the villain here!” She digs her heels in as they drag her toward the elevator, marble slick beneath her designer shoes. Her dignity slips with every struggling step. The cameras capture it all. The last image of Victoria Hale broadcast to the world: a woman screaming, smeared mascara tracking down her face, shackled and defeated.