The Victorian Novels & Stories

"Sumire, this is your unluckiest night and my ticket to the win. Your fame, projects, spotlights, and adorations from your avid fans will finally be mine. You will lose everything that you love and suffer for the rest of your days. So stay there, and be a good girl. Somebody will take care of you tonight, " Laughing like true villainy, Victoria said as she looked contemptuously at the maiden who was moaning and groaning in bed. Five minutes later, a series of knocks bomb on the door of the exclusive suite. Eyes glint in deviltry, Victoria widely smiling victoriously as she sauntered towards the door. She was certain those were the men she was expecting to arrive.

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, a sense of foreboding washing over me. Her name was Victoria Harrington, a powerful and ruthless businesswoman known for her cunning tactics and insatiable ambition. She had been Adrian's closest business rival for years, constantly vying for dominance in the corporate world. And now, it seemed, she had set her sights on a new conquest – Adrian himself. I approached them just as Victoria reached Adrian, her lips curled into a calculated smile. "Adrian Sinclair, as charming as ever," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed words.

The maids help me, and I walk away from the mirror and walk toward the door, following Minerva out of the room. This is it, time to embarrass myself by pretending to be madly in love with my annoying ass husband. After walking down so many halls and climbing stairs. We arrive at a corner where there is a gigantic red curtain in front of us. Victor is standing next to the curtain. He looks… good; he’s wearing an aristocratic ensemble featuring a tailored black Victorian tailcoat with silver embroidery, a fitted waistcoat, sleek black trousers and polished knee-high boots. The dramatic floor-length coat is lined in deep crimson satin.

VICTORIA Victoria pushes the laptop on her desk further away from her, getting up from her chair in anger, not being able to concentrate on any of the work she is supposed to do, neither being able to sign any of the contracts that had come in for her early that morning. The tabs were bothering her; with everything she had done, she still wasn’t the top business macho in New York. She had done everything she could possibly do, involved herself in shady things and yet she wasn’t the best, and yet someone who hadn’t gone through half of what she had gone through always managed to top her on the list every single year; Nicholas Bennett.