Ballerina Movie Victor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She instinctively stepped back, realizing that her slap had almost landed on Victor instead of Ariana. Victor said coldly, "Hunter." "Yes, Mr. Smith." Hunter stepped forward. He had a towering figure with an imposing presence. Without hesitation, he swung his hand across the socialite's face. Her scream echoed through the ballroom and shocked everyone. The socialite collapsed to the floor, half of her face swollen. Yet, she didn't dare to utter a single word. She simply cowered on the ground, trembling. Everyone in the room knew who Victor was. His power stretched beyond both legitimate and illegitimate business circles alike. People knew better not to cross him.

They had a huge fight before leaving for the Winter Ball and were now just putting on a show to save face. Damont spotted Vinca as soon as they entered the ballroom. She was on her feet as Frost introduced her to a leading fashion editor who happened to be his college mate. Vinca was all smiles. That smile that always left Damont mesmerized! It was a dazzling smile that reached her eyes making her face glow. Anyone who encountered that smile felt like rays of sunshine hitting their face after the rain. It had a warmth that touched the heart and one couldn't help but smile back.

Victor said to me, reaching out to grab my arm. I pulled away. The last person I wanted to touch my was my cheating ex who couldn’t get enough of that slutty cat-shifter. He had some nerve touching me and trying to act like we were together. What the hell was going through his mind? “What the fuck do you want, Victor?” I asked, glaring at him. “You need to stay away from that man,” he growled, his eyes flashing with anger. “What man?” I asked, trying to play dumb. He rolled his eyes. “Micah Volkov, which you know. Don’t play stupid, Robin. We both know you are not a stupid woman.”

The bald man was also staring at Victor. 'He's so young? Youngsters are easy to manipulate,' the bald man thought, feeling more relaxed. Victor stepped in front of the bald man. Before the bald man could utter another word, Victor gripped his throat. "You're threatening me? Who do you think you are?" Victor's icy gaze locked onto the bald man's eyes. The translator didn't even have to say a word; the bald man already understood Victor's meaning from his tone and stare.

An alarm went off, reminding him of a war or a facility breach. "Victor!" a woman cried in his mind. "I can't leave without Victor!" Violet soaked in a cold bubble bath. Bull entered with her drinks, sat on the edge of the jacuzzi, and turned on the television. "Are you sure you don't want Gian in your life?" "No. I don't love that bastard anymore. Besides, he should move on. I don't want a cheater in my life." "But he seems sincere." "Yeah." Violet took a sip of juice through a straw. "He’s better off without me, Bull. I love Victor, and I have to find a way to get him back."

"So you helped him?" Victor's voice hardened. "I redirected the worst of it." Camille scoffed. "That doesn't make you innocent." Victor didn't argue. Because he knew she was right. Before anyone could say more, Scarlett's phone buzzed. Unknown Number. Her fingers shook as she opened the message. A single sentence. A traitor always tells half the truth. Her blood ran cold. Attached was a video. She pressed play. Victor appeared on screen. Talking to Alexander.

She walked beside him wherever he led her around the ballroom. Meanwhile, elsewhere, Tara remained not far from Victor. Several times, she had to pause to return the warm greetings of guests who approached her. "Mr. Victor." A silver-haired middle-aged man quickly approached just as Victor and Tara were about to head toward the table that had been reserved for them. Victor smiled faintly. "Mr. Rennes." The two exchanged a brief handshake. "Congratulations on the partnership with Neo Group." "Thank you." The man then turned his attention to Tara. "So, you're Miss Tara Valmont?"

Victor's voice was almost a whisper, and like an Idiot I turned to face him. "Good night Mo!" His voice matched the softness in his gaze and I just turned around and ran upstairs. I some how managed to hold my tears till I was inside my room and closed the door behind me.

He sits down, putting his hand over his head. - What happened? - That Baltazar's men put us to sleep and moved us here. - Fuck! There was nothing else missing in our lifes. They ruined a perfect day. Don't let them know who you are. Only to save your life do you show who you really are. Did you hear? Not even to save me. - But… - Not even to save me. – Victor repeats with the most serious look in the world. Sterling nod. The street door opens and Baltazar enters, accompanied by some men, including the one who recognized them and the leader of the group that captured them.

Victor barked, getting up. “Victor, I'm sorry. I got scared. I didn't know what that man would do to me if I tried to fight him,” Bianca explained softly in her seductive voice. She knew to be able to fight that slut, Reina, she needed Victor by her side; she couldn't afford to lose him now. “Whatever,” Victor said angrily, but the affectionate expression on his face as he looked at Bianca betrayed his anger. “I'm sorry, what if you clean up and we continue from where we stopped inside the lounge?” Bianca asked as she rubbed Victor's chest in a flirtatious manner, a sultry smile on her face.