Novel & Cerita Novel Victoria

she looked at me pointedly from head to toe, “and they begged me to do it…they want me” “I have been good with playing these games, Victoria,” she added and I felt her breath on my face, “I have been playing with fire and swords, making sure I have them wrapped around my finger.” She smiled, made that to make me feel things that would lead me to bite back on her words but I stayed quiet. “You have to watch your back, Victoria,” she said, “I wouldn’t mind killing for the crown.” “We’ll see,” I replied as a smile crept on my face.

Because the truth was, he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Lena sat at her small hotel desk, her laptop screen glowing in the dimly lit room. Notes were scattered everywhere—scribbled pages filled with connections she was desperately trying to piece together. She had spent the last two days digging deeper into Victoria, following every lead, every whisper about the woman who was set to marry Ethan. And what she found was disturbing. Victoria was not just a socialite with an eye for wealth—she was a strategist, a master manipulator. Her past was littered with conveniently failed relationships, all with men who had mysteriously lost their fortunes shortly after she was through with them.

“My bank account knows the truth as do Michael and Aria. I believe by the time Michael’s done talking to Edward, he’ll be able to confirm it for you. Or you can buy my next book. Its release is next Monday and look at the back of the dust cover. Your proof will be there. Victoria Hammond. Bye.” Victoria Hammond, a minor character in the novel, caused trouble for the protagonist. Julie modelled that character after Valorie. Julie knew Valorie would passionately compare the book's characters to others, including herself, long after they parted ways. It would waste her precious time. Julie would take a little sick pleasure in that, and the scandal that would filter through the country club. Val

Victoria Langford. A slim black trench coat, blonde hair pinched in, and a face made of solidified ice as she stepped into the dimness of stifled dock lights. Juniper ingested the terror that was gripping her throat.'". “You sent the note.”. Victoria smirked. “You came alone. How noble.”. Juniper leaned back. "You have to give me something to say.". With her heels racing against the stump, Victoria circled around. Aren't you the hero of this tale, too?

She was a spectator to her own life, a ghost in her own narrative. The revelation had been a wildfire, consuming everything in its path, leaving behind only charred remains. Victoria’s calculated lies, Earnest’s passive complicity – they had been the sparks that ignited the blaze. And she, in her unwavering belief, had been the dry tinder, easily consumed. The dream, once so vibrant and real, was now a phantom, a cruel illusion that haunted her waking hours.

"You do not rush back to the Vance estate today. You do not make noise. You take the luxury apartment. You rest, you shop, and you wait. When I give you the signal, you will use your remaining inside contacts to infiltrate that house, plant the seed of doubt, and tear Alessia’s world apart from the inside." Victoria looked down at the envelope, then up at Julian Sterling. All the humiliation, all the anger, and all the desperate desire for revenge flared up inside her heart like a roaring fire. She didn't care about Julian's corporate wars. She didn't care about stocks or bonds. She only wanted one thing: to see Alessia broken, and to watch Lucien lose everything he cared about. "We accept,"

She walks over to the curtains, and she draws them up, which barely does anything to the room because there’s no sun in this kingdom. After opening up all the curtains, she stands in front of me with a grin on her face. “I am Victoria Smirnov, and since Lissa will not be available. May she rest well in the afterlife. I will be your new handmaid.” “Oh,” I say, and while she was speaking, I had the duvet wrapped around my body like I’m nude underneath the covers. My panties are down. “Nice to meet you,” I say to her. She’s older than Lissa, she’s tall, and slim like most vampires, raven dark hair, diamond-shaped face and a motherly smile.

I was trapped in his orbit, and he knew it. Adrian circled me slowly, deliberately, eyes scanning me like a predator does its prey. I shivered where he passed, every inch of my skin aware of his presence. His gaze was heavy, intimate, claiming. “You think you can resist me, Victoria?” he murmured, stopping behind me. His hand hovered near my shoulder—not touching, just claiming space. “That defiance won’t save you. Not from me.” I swallowed hard. “I… I’m not—” “You are,” he whispered, voice low, almost a growl. “And the sooner you admit it, the easier this will be. Fighting me… is exhausting. But I can play nice, if I want. For now.”

VICTORIA Once I saw it, I couldn't unsee it. I sat down again and rebuilt the picture itself from the beginning, only this time I was arranging the pieces differently. Now it wasn’t a story about a woman who had been taken away. It was a story about a woman who had survived what was done to her by making herself difficult to dispose of.

"Victoria is anxious. Very anxious. She keeps calling me, asking about the wedding date. Strangely, she seems genuinely in love with you. She doesn't see you as just another man on her list." I drank the whisky he had placed in front of me, feeling the amber liquid burn my throat. "I don't understand. To this day I don't understand. Victoria graduated from Harvard. She is ambitious, intelligent, calculating... and yet, she submitted. Above all, she submitted to the position of Sophia's secretary, just to be near me. It doesn't make sense."