Perfect Victim Book Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

“Even after I filled it.” I whimpered, my hands fisting his suit jacket. Emotions crashed over me, shame so deep I wanted to cry, desire so strong I wanted to beg, heartbreak that made me cling to him like a lifeline. “Victor… please, you are my mother’s husband, I’m a horrible person.” “You’re not,” he said, surprisingly gentle for a second, his thumb stroking my clit through the lace. “You’re fucking perfect. And you’re mine now.”

"Just a couple of professional grifters." He pointed to Mary's body and me. "That old woman faked a heart attack for money and died for real. This crazy one attacked my employee. Almost killed her." Captain Miller glanced at the scene. His eyes lingered on me for a few seconds. He saw the cuts, the bruises, the blood everywhere. A flicker of shock crossed his face. "This is..." he hesitated. "The injuries are pretty severe." "Self-defense," Liam said casually. "She went crazy and attacked my girlfriend. Chloe fought back. You know how it is, women can get carried away when they're defending themselves."

“I’ve written your story from the moment I saw your photograph to this very second. You thought you were fighting for freedom, but you were following my script perfectly. Every choice you made, every person you trusted, every moment you thought you were clever, was planned.” Her eyes widened as she read the document on the screen. "The Gilded Cage: How I Created the Perfect Victim," I said. "My memoir. I'm going to publish it next year, and it will naturally be a bestseller. I'll donate all proceeds to women's shelters. Delicious irony, don't you think?" "You're insane," Frieda whispered. “I’m an artist, and you’re my greatest work.” I sipped my champagne again. “You’ll live in comfort in my

Allena's crying face swirled in her head, as Allen's fellow women felt sorry for Keisha. "Honey, listen, if all the victims of crimes like you have an empty police station, there's no one. Do you know why? Because victims can't bear to see the perpetrators cry for forgiveness. Allena, Keisha, and the other criminals should have realized this before they did. his action is not even regretted when he has succeeded in committing a crime because regret, in the end, is useless. And, even if you withdraw the report, the police will still follow up on this case, because what Keisha did is a criminal act and must be resolved through legal channels, "explained Zeyn .

“No Roxy! I’m so tired chasing you like now! I have loved you all my life but you gave your heart to someone which is not me! I will not let you be together with her! Roxy is willing to shoot me but I’m glad before she does the sniper already shoots her hand. Her people tried to run away after seeing their mastermind get shot but the police force already cornered them and caught them all. Amber is carried by the police men and brings her to the ambulance. Shane ran towards me and hugged me while her whole body was trembling. “Roxy, thank you so much for saving me love. I was really so scared the moment they kidnapped me. But I know you will come and save me. Thank you so much.” “Everything i

"Because powerful people don't hand over power politely." Daniel's expression hardened. "They're still her family." Victor nodded once. "And yet..." He leaned closer. "They've never accepted you." He smiled. "You've dated Bianca for years. You still aren't good enough." Daniel looked away again. "They look at you and see a poor boy who got lucky." His silence stretched across the room. Victor spoke more quietly. "You know I'm right." Daniel swallowed. "I loved her." Victor tilted his head. "Past tense?"

CHAPTER 156 STORIES PEOPLE TELL ISLA In life, there are people that are created to lead you, people created to break you, people created to traumatize you, people created to make you. And then, there are just people created to just be after your life for no reason. Victor fit perfectly into the last category. When those words left his mouth, my blood turned cold so fast it felt like the air has been pulled out of the hallway and we were just left with… nothing.

“We still don’t have proof he ordered anything.” “No,” Damian said. “But we have direction.” He stared at Victor’s smiling photograph again. Memories rearranged themselves painfully. Victor arrived first at the hospital. Victor comforts Evelyn. Victor is shaping every narrative afterward. Victor was always exactly where tragedy needed a hero. Damian exhaled slowly. “He didn’t just take advantage of the fire,” he said. Grant watched him. “He built the conditions for it.” Damian reached for his phone. He opened Evelyn’s contact.

When he said all these things I was still in his arms my head resting on his chest listening to his heart beat. I felt his heart race as he talked I listened and I mean really listened. It's true no matter how much we believe ourselves victims, there's always two sides to a story in Damian story his trying to love a woman who keeps on running away from him all the time his unperfect or tries to open up, in mine it's the side where I am a victim of a crazed psychopath who does not want to let me go but continues to hurt me.