Novel & Cerita Is Victor Newman Leaving The Young And Restless

The call came at midnight. Jaxon had been pacing the penthouse, shirt half-buttoned, whiskey sweating in his hand. Raven watched him from the sofa, knowing better than to speak when his silence carried an edge that sharp. The phone buzzed once on the glass table, and everything in him went still. “Talk,” he said. The voice on the other end was strangled with static and pain. “Boss… it’s Victor. We’re hit.” The line cut. Jaxon didn’t hesitate. “Keys.” His eyes sliced toward Raven. “Stay here.”

Victor had asked her to watch his online interview. She opened the video app, and Victor's interview was right there on the homepage. Following Eulalia, Barry, and Steele's departure from "Actor's Arrival," Victor had also left the show. This interview was his explanation for that decision. "I joined the to find potential collaborators, and now I've found one," Victor said. "Can you tell us who it is?" the interviewer pressed. "I can't. I don't want to disturb her. In my eyes, I’ve found the best artist I'm looking for. You'll definitely see us together on screen in the future."

"You've already lost, Victor. The evidence is out. Your business is falling apart. It's over." He tilted his head. "And yet, here we are. That tells me you're not as sure as you pretend to be." I swallowed hard. "What do you want?" He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. "A deal." I frowned. "What kind of deal?" He leaned forward. "You leave Leonardo. Walk away. And in return, I disappear." My breath caught. Victor continued, his voice smooth. "Leonardo's business survives. No more threats. No more attacks. But only if you walk away from him."

Basically, the Smiths had benefited off of his name, so Victor made sure to come when Zayn was starting a new business. Victor said with a laugh, “Hey, it’s a special day for you, Zayn. How could I not be here? Here’s wishing your new company success and prosperity. To being the best in Guineve!” Actually, Victor did not understand why Zayn was making such a huge shift in direction. He was in charge of an entertainment company, yet here he was starting a security firm. The contrast was huge. Nevertheless, he believed the young man must have his own reasons for doing so.

I gritted my teeth “What do you want, Victor? If this is another one of your games—” “Oh, it’s not a game,” he interrupted “Did Nicholas not tell you? He stepped down as the leader of Montgomery Enterprises.” The words hit me like a physical blow. My heart thudded painfully in my chest. “What are you talking about?” Victor chuckled darkly. “Oh, he didn’t tell you. How interesting. Yes, he announced it earlier today. Stepped down to focus on you.” He practically spat the word. “Apparently, his wife’s... unfortunate condition is more important than his family’s legacy.”

Not yank the curtain back on everything I'd shoved in a box. "Victor," I said, trying to pull him back from wherever his mind was spiraling, but he just turned away. His voice was clipped, almost mechanical. "I'm going to go start the discharge process. Just sit down and relax. We can talk about it later. Now just isn't a good time." And then he left, the door swinging closed behind him. Well, shit.

I nudged back. Breakfast wrapped up quietly after that. Mom kept stealing glances at me—soft, thoughtful ones. Victor folded his newspaper and kissed the top of her head before standing. “I’ve got a meeting downtown,” he said. “Back by dinner.” Mom nodded—already clearing plates. “I’m heading out too—quick errand in town. Won’t be long.” She kissed my cheek on her way past. “Think about what I said, okay? Mystery man deserves to be shown off.”

“Vanderpump always trumps yachts. But…yeah, that’s good too. Put it on.” As Ian and I start to watch tv together, I think passingly on how good the two of them have been to me since I’ve been on bedrest. Victor, understandably, has been incredibly busy as a new Supreme, and has felt absolutely awful about it. Every night when he comes home he looks at me with sadness and regret in his eyes, as if he’s done me some great betrayal by going off to work to do the job we agreed he should take. I do my best to laugh at him, to prod him, to cajole him into feeling less guilty. And every morning when he gets dressed and leaves, I do my best to put on a happy face.

"Thanks to you, they aren't dead yet." Victor pretended not to catch her sarcasm. "You're mistaken, Ms. Cox. The business world is like a battlefield. Wins and losses are common." "Drop the act! The Cox family won't collapse that easily!" Wendy shot back. Victor's smile faded. He gave the three of them a cold glance before turning and walking away. As soon as the door closed, Wendy's shoulders slumped. Everything that had happened lately shaken her. "Naomi's cousin… It was really them…"

A clean break before Friday, before any of this becomes real in the public eye. I think about Ryan’s rumors. About Morrison. About my career circling the drain. I think about Adrian working eighteen hour days in a life so controlled he needs a binder to have a girlfriend. Me: “I’ll see you Friday at seven.” The response is immediate. Adrian: “Thank you, Zara.” I’m halfway home when another text comes through. Unknown: “Enjoy your briefing? Victor’s very thorough. But there’s one thing he can’t prepare you for: me. See you Friday, darling. - Vanessa”