Dela Vega Series Novels & Stories

The plan was simple… hit Delgado’s front hard, expose his network, and drag the truth into the light. Delgado watched the same blinking feed from a private suite overlooking the city. Santi stood beside him, silent, and unreadable. “They took the bait,” Delgado said, smiling thinly. “Now we’ll see how far they are willing to fall.” Santi’s gaze stayed on the screen. “They won’t stop.” “Neither will I,” Delgado replied. “Not until the Vipers are gone.”

Damien Wolfe “And?” Ethan had barely stepped through the door before I asked. I didn’t look up from the screen in front of me I didn’t need to. The tone was enough. He knew exactly what question I meant. He crossed the room quietly, set a folder down on the desk, and said, “You were right about the number.” I lifted my eyes. “Whose is it?” “Javi León,” he replied. “Goes by Vega. Low-profile, but old in the game. Logistics handler for Rivera.”

Diego Vanessa turns to me, hurt and betrayal clouding her eyes. "Diego, you knew about this?" Shit. "Yes," I reply without hesitation. I've known since Alicia was first abducted, but I didn't want her to harbor ill feelings toward her sister. Not while she's still mourning her. "See? As the collar around your neck implies, you are nothing but a pet to him. A piece of ass like your mother." Vanessa's head snaps back to her, and in an instant, she holds the blade to Celeste's throat. "I'd shut your fucking mouth if I were you," she hisses.

I sat down and continued where I had stopped earlier, scrolling through shipping details, checking over fifty containers one after the other. Everything had to be clean. No mistakes, and traces. Then my phone beeped. Once. Then again. I frowned and reached for it. Three messages. Three different names. Dagger. Dr. Rafael. Sebastian. I opened Dagger’s message first. “Boss, I found one piece of information about her. Elena Vega is Don Santiago’s daughter.” My heart skipped. So that’s who she was. I leaned back slowly. A slow, dangerous realization settling in my chest.

She had done her part, but the outcome wasn't at all sure. At last, the team was ready. With warrants in hand and a very specific plan of action, they were ready to confront Vega directly. It was a showdown in Vega's plush headquarters; his arrogance was ill-disguised as he greeted them. He sat behind a gigantic desk, his razor-sharp suit and cold smile a direct contrast to the chaos brewing around him. "Well, well," Vega drawled, his voice laced with mockery. "If it isn't for the mighty Miguel Ricardo and Ximena Antonio. To what do I owe this. pleasure?"

Again leaving their room, she went onto the veranda to wait for her husband. ( DELA VEGA MANSION) Marco and Philip Dela Vega are facing each other in the Study Room. His father didn't know how to answer his questions. He appeared to be struggling to speak, not looking him in the eyes. "Dad, please... answer my question! Who is Don Simon Colster, and why did he try to kill me?"

I waved my hand to dismiss her without tearing my eyes off the screen. "Thank you, sir." She replied and then left. I shut off my computer and moved to the couch facing the coffee table with a box full of folders. I started to scan each, looking for the D files one by one. Daria..Davison..De La Vega.. I quickly pulled the folder. Name: Maria Alessandra Thompson De La Vega Status: Single. Sex: F Birthday: May 8, 1988 Birth Place: Madrid, Spain Mother's Name: Charlize Thompson

I dropped my gaze on the food in front of me, but my thoughts were lingering. I cannot fail on this one. Dad said that he would hire an actor as my abusive husband, but the two of us should have a briefing before we meet each other tomorrow. It seems like Dark is investigating me and my background without our intentions aligned. He cannot find out about my real identity as Caroline Dela Vega, one of the daughters of Senator Carlos Dela Vega who is one of his enemies.

But when Franz came into their lives, their attention was divided between them. Franz Devon is the only son of Dolores Dela Vega, the widowed wife of promoter tycoon Rodolph Dela Vega who died when his private jet he was riding was crashed en route to France to manage his businesses there. Two widowed hearts met and find comfort in each other's arms. Dolores has no idea how to manage her husband's business because throughout the years of their marriage with her late husband, her attention as a good housewife and mother was focused on Franz.