Irene Vasquez Novels & Stories

But as of now, the circumstances have led me to be my own person. I will live for him, for the organization, for the people I care about, and for myself. I will become the radiant moon, the light in the darkness. I won't be persuaded by mere words any longer, if my brother leads in the sun, then I'll lead them out of the dark and become the person they won't expect me to be. Because I am Adharia Navier Vasquez Valler. The Heiress of the Vasquez House. And I won't let anyone stop me from shutting down that d*mn Rohas organization. The game is afoot.

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

"It's not your fault, it's the Landlord's. Accepting Chimneys and forsaken sons of motherless ghosts from the pit of hell. I'd call them cops if you do not stop." I tottered to the refrigerator and brought out a new bottle of whiskey. The old lady was the least of my problems now, all I wanted was for Carlos to be back and we move on to the next step. Little does Maria know how many plans I've set in place for her. "That's why you've been abandoned in the subs of the USA with your plastic back and no kids, not even a cat." I yelled back, "Pathetic old fool," I muttered in Spanish and brought the bottle close to my nose, taking a whiff of the exhilarating goodness, "ah, that's the stuff."

It holds the names of the women whos lives I'm going to destroy and Alpha or not I'm fucking terrified. I pick it up and twirl it around in my hand. How can a single sheet of paper feel so heavy? How can a single piece of paper hold such little information and yet hold the power to destroy lives, five of them to be exact. I take a deep breath as my heart pounds inside my chest before finally opening it up and taking in the names as I feel sweat coat my brow. Ava Sinclaire Opal Thomas Holly Smith Jenny Harlow Victoria Jackson

44 ANNALISE I woke up gasping for breath, my heart racing as if I had been running for hours. The nightmare again. The same one that had haunted my sleep for as long as I could remember. But this time, the faces were clearer, the betrayal more vivid. A name lingered on my lips—Spencer—though I couldn’t recall why. My body trembled, drenched in sweat, as I tried to piece together the fragments of what I had just seen.

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.

Isabelle sat in the plush leather chair in Damian’s office, a silent observer in a world she wasn't built for. The city skyline, once a stunning backdrop, now felt like a cage. She watched the news anchors on a muted television screen in the corner, their expressions solemn, their voices a muffled buzz as they discussed the Villareal scandal. The headlines were a relentless assault: Villareal's New Flame? Society's New Sweetheart or a Gold Digger? , The Woman Who Replaced Cassandra. Every word was a knife twist, every speculative comment a blow.

Hours later, Hayes watched from the side as Cassian made a single encrypted call. The screen showed static at first. Then cleared. A woman’s face appeared. Sharp cheekbones. Silver eyes. A name came with her: Irena Volkov. Russian intelligence-turned-mercenary. A shadow broker. A woman whose network extended into oil, media, and governments. Cassian leaned in. “I have a target,” he said. “Name?” He smiled. “Nova Blackthorne.” The woman paused. “The phoenix.” He didn’t correct her. “Alive or dead?” she asked.

Then it hit me. "Lopez..." I breathed while nodding. Cyrus stood up from his chair and started to pick up the empty boxes of the chinese takeout he bought on his way back here. I watched him walk over to the sink and wash his hands. I still can't believe that Cyrene is his sister but, something's not right. "So, if she is your sister, why is she not using Steele? Why Lopez?" I asked then I saw the way his body tensed.

“That my love is the only freedom you’ll ever need.” I closed my eyes, burying my face in his chest, because if I didn’t, I would break apart completely. Elsewhere… Celine stood on the balcony of her room, her phone glowing in her hand. The investigator’s report was clearer now: Deinty Jannah Vasquez—twin sister of Alyssa Vasquez. Records indicate recent hospital visits under Alyssa’s name. Her lips curved into a sharp smile. “So, it’s true.” She tapped her finger against the railing, her mind already plotting.