Jack And Jill Victoria Lit Novels & Stories

Joella looked between us, then out at the water again. “I get why you wanted me here,” she said. “If I had this waiting for me, I would have wanted my person to see it too.” “You’re my person,” I told her. She smiled. “I know. That’s why I got on the plane.” The villa grew larger as we walked. White walls, open archways, the kind of quiet luxury that didn’t need to announce itself. I could already picture Victor inside, waiting with that calm focus of his, lunch set out because he needed to do something with his hands until we arrived.

“In private.” We waited until the table cleared and he slid closer. “Well?” He demanded. “We ventured into the forest beyond Nerith today,” I told him keeping my voice low. “Deep within the forest, there is a grand estate,” it was not a lie, I told myself, just an exaggeration. It had once been a fairly grand farmhouse, after all. “And in the tower, there is a very beautiful and enchanted lady trapped by a wicked witch…” I had him, I saw, from the way he glanced around us to see if anyone was listening. “Go on,” he prompted when he’d made sure that no one was nearby.

“Tell them I—” “Tell them yourself,” he cut in gently, and then slipped away like smoke. —---- I found Victor and Victoria curled on the library floor, surrounded by books far too advanced for their age. Okay, admittedly, maybe I had to remind myself over and over again that they are children anymore. Victor was reading quietly and Victoria subtly murmuring over the texts that she was reading. It is something about medicinal plants and the likes. When they saw me, Victor gasped. “Vlad!”

Victoria stood frozen in the doorway, raincoat dripping onto the carpet. Her eyes locked onto the filthy scene: her husband’s thick, veiny cock buried deep in his young intern’s mouth under the desk. Lila’s lips stretched wide, mascara smudged, saliva and pre-cum dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, ass still glowing red from Victor’s earlier slaps, thick cum slowly leaking from her freshly fucked asshole. “Victor…” Victoria’s voice came out low and husky, laced with heat instead of anger. “You really couldn’t wait until I left for my trip?”

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

Victoria shared almost the same body type as Scarlett, just that Scarlett was sexier. “So Jack said I should stop by with this.” She said, dropping the tray on his desk and turning to leave. “And where are you going?" “Outside." She said before turning back to face him. A short silence ensued. “So what do we do about your hungry buffalo?” Adrian asked with a crack in his voice and a leer in his eyes. She swallowed and said, “Huh? You mean like the other time when I almost got stoned by your little chick? No, thank you.”

I noticed that she was wearing that sexy gear from the other day underneath her dress. Puzzled, I asked, "Who were you talking to? I heard you laugh." A faint flicker of panic crossed Victoria's face before she chuckled. "Oh, I was talking to my cousin, Maddie. She was telling me about the dumb things Jack was doing again. It was hilarious. He didn't even bother to research what his job involved before flying out to take it. It almost cost him his life. Imagine dying in a foreign country. "Maddie was furious, let me tell you. I could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. And who could blame her? But I know one thing. I won't allow you to take jobs abroad. Not ever."

He gently took Jack’s hand away from the wound, a wave of relief washing over him, seeing that it wasn't a deep wound. “What happened,” he asked with urgency. Jack sniffled, struggling to hold back his tears. “Jill pushed me and I hit my head on the wall,” he said, his voice choking with tears. “Oh God, what are all these,” Victor muttered, his shoulders slumped. “Why can't you two be gentle and behave like good children,” he exclaimed, his voice rising in frustration. “Follow me,” Victor said, gently pulling Jack’s hand into the house. At the sight of Victor, Jill's face crumpled and tears welled up in his eyes. “Daddy, I didn't do it intentionally,” he said, a tear rolling down his cheek.

Because Jillian was the one person who wouldn't give a damn if they lost everything. Still, by reaching out to her, Victoria had unknowingly handed Jillian the perfect weapon for revenge. She didn’t know her niece anymore. And she had no idea what Jillian was capable of. By the time she realized it, it would be too late. Jillian had plans—and none of them involved helping Julia or Valeria. She was here for one reason only: vengeance. “I want you to buy time for Julia, but don’t postpone the wedding,” Victoria instructed as they exited Julia’s hospital suite.

The memories triggered a sharp pain in her chest, reminding her that she needed to pump the milk from her breasts. After taking care of that, she returned to the office to hand the folder back to Jayric and relay Jackson's feedback to him. She knocked softly on his door and heard a voice from inside: “Come in.” She opened the door and stepped into his office. “So, what did President Jackson think of the plans?” Jayric asked eagerly, clearly hopeful that Jackson had approved them. “He said he wanted more details because the plans don’t seem practical,” Victória replied as she placed the folder on his desk. “He wants us to submit a revised proposal.”