Novel & Cerita Is Victor Newman Leaving The Young And Restless

“I understand enough.” Marcus leans closer to the screen. “This is better than television.” In the recording, I push the folder closer to Victor. Inside are documents—financial transfers, stock manipulation reports. Victor flips through them slowly. Then he looks up at me. “You’ve been busy.” My voice doesn’t waver. “You’re planning to kill Adrian.” The hallway around us grows completely silent. On the tablet screen, Victor smiles. “You’re very direct.” “Answer the question.” Victor leans back in his chair. “Let’s say Adrian Reyes has… powerful enemies.”

“At the compound. Before Damien showed.” “Indeed.” Victor smiled. “You caused quite a stir. Breaking in. Making trouble.” “What do you want?” Celeste asked. “The same as your mother. You. Obedient and useful.” “Not happening.” “We’ll see.” Victor sat. “Let me make an offer. A proposal.” “I’m not marrying Rylan.” “Rylan’s dead,” Victor said. “He died ten minutes ago from his wounds.” Celeste felt nothing. No grief. No relief. Just emptiness.

Diamen said, giving Victor a deadly look. “You will regret this, Liora. Don't come crying to me,” Victor said, but before he left. “And Black be ready to accept a new member in your team, I will get drafted soon and I will take the capital position and I hope you don't mind,” Victor added and left. Diamen turned to me. “Are you okay?,” he asked. “Yes. Thank you so much. I will take my leave now,” I said, deciding to leave before he remembers that night.

“I believed her, Liam. I believed she’d choose me over the crown, over her duty. So I stayed. I fought for her. I thought we could build a life together, even if it meant living in the shadows.” “Until you didn’t,” Anders sneered. “Until you abandoned her.” “Is that what you think happened?” Victor shot back, his voice rising. “Do you really believe I left by choice?” Anders opened his mouth to reply, but Victor cut him off, his voice filled with a fury I hadn’t seen before. “I didn’t leave, Anders. I was THROWN OUT.” “What?” The word escaped me before I could stop it.

I shook my head at the rapid-fire questions swirling in my mind. "Whose plan is this, Mom?" I looked up toward the man, who also like me, seemed confused and opposed to what he’d learned. His face was reddening, clearly furious with his parents. "You didn’t even tell me." "But isn’t this—" Victor cut himself off abruptly as his son stood up, adjusting his coat. "I won’t be staying, I don’t want to marry someone—" He paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words. With a sigh, he turned away, "I’m leaving, excuse me."

A news reporter was standing right outside of Victor's headquarters. "Breaking news! Billionaire and business tycoon, Victor Russo, has just announced that he plans on transferring all of his company assets and properties to his rival: The Collective's CEO, Emelia Mancini! This story is currently developing, and more details will be shared with you all as we receive them!" "I…" I was too stunned to speak. "W-what is this? Is this some kind of joke?" Renee shook her head as she handed me a manila envelope with a stamp of Victor's company in the upper righthand corner. "It's not."

Anger burned in Elena’s chest. “So you ruined our lives to help his career?” Victor shook his head slightly. “It was more complicated than that.” Elena crossed her arms. “Explain.” Victor sighed as if discussing something trivial. “Adrian was planning to step away from the company.” Elena blinked. “What?” “He was going to leave Kingsley Group and start a completely different life with you.” Elena’s heart skipped. “That’s not true.” Victor smiled faintly. “You didn’t know?”

Nathan presses. "We're in perfect health," Ariadne assures him. The man's shoulders hunch as he takes a seat on the sofa. "I wasn't expecting this. I dunno if I should feel better or worse." "What's going on, Nathan?" Victor asks, taking the seat beside him. The Scarred Alpha fiddles with his thumbs, sorrow cast over his face. He vibrates in agitation before sighing loudly. "I'm leaving. I'm retiring," Nathan says quickly. "I'm out. I said I would be, but it's come sooner than I thought. It's just too dangerous for Anna."

She said nothing. Victor stood up. He was seventy one years old, and he still stood like a younger man. "The contract ends in three months," he said. "Before it ends, that girl signs the divorce. Quietly. She takes money. She goes somewhere far. There is no baby in any newspaper. There is no Hart in my family tree." "And if she says no?" "Everyone says no first," Victor said. He walked out of the room without touching his food. In the hall, he called for his own man. Not Daniel. Daniel belonged to Mark now, and Victor had noticed.

Then, a hesitant knock came on the front door. Mum opened it and Victor stood there, looking pale and jittery, like he hadn’t slept in days. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately, stepping inside but keeping his distance. “I can’t do this anymore. I have to quit.” Mum blinked. “What? But you were doing so well—” “I can’t,” he cut in, eyes darting around nervously. “I’m really sorry. Tell Anna… I’m sorry.” Before either of us could say another word, he turned and stormed out, practically running to his car.