Ventrecanard Real Name Novels & Stories

Dig deeper," Kc growled, then pushed the laptop closed and stood up from his chair. Upstairs. Valeria at the tall bedroom window, the pendant in her hand gripping so hard the chain dug into her palm. Her mind a whirl of shattered glass—recollections that never quite matched, rumors she'd discounted for years. When the door opened, she spun around. Kc entered, his face inscrutable. "Was it him?" she asked. He nodded. “Adrian St. Marc. Alias. Possibly a fake identity. No criminal record. But enough digital footprints to make a spider nervous.”

Not long after that we arrived straight to the meeting place. "Good afternoon sir." Eddy greeted Matthew. "Good afternoon, Mr. Lemiere." I greeted and nodded. He gestured to us to go inside. I walked inside and my eyes widened.. My breath got hitch. "Kevin.." "Scarlette.." He got up from his seat and I looked at him completely in suit. I looked at him confused. "What are you do-" "He's Mr. Kard, the owner and the one and only heir of Kard Ventora." My jaw fell off when Eddy said that.

"Doctor Wrenford is the best cardiologist in all of Europe. He'd be able to carry out Ms. Remington's surgery without any complications." He handed the business card over and Gadreel took it. "Thank you." Nodding, the doctor went on his way, while Gadreel examined the card with a frown. He needed a way to contact Elias Wrenford as soon as possible and Emails, weren't going to help. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. Pulling out his phone, be called Veronica Blythe. "Good Evening, Veronica," He began. "Gadreel, you called me? Is something wrong? Do you need something?"

He forced a smile like he had accepted Vera’s apology and finally spoke, stretching out his hand for a handshake. “You must be the new priest.” His voice snapped Carden out of his thoughts as they shook hands. “I’m Father Damien Narvick,” Carden said. Arnold grew thoughtful. Narvick… that name sounds familiar. “Where are you from?” he asked. Fred quickly cut in, saving Damien from revealing too much—he already knew how tricky Arnold was. “That’s all you need to know, Arnold,” Fred said with a tight stare, while Carden kept quiet. Fred has always hated Arnold, and he has been looking for a way to bring him down. That’s why he took an interest in Carden’s case—without knowing that Anna was now

Tony's surprise was evident; he had come to convince Andrea that the man with the face of Pascal Willow's true identity was Valentine Anderson, and it seemed things were already leaning in his favor. With a wide grin, he answered, "Andrea, he left Vegas City today, probably disappointed that you didn't recognize him. He's in Cardiff now; we should go to him."

Even though they were brothers, Roberta's father was a legitimate son, but mine was just a bastard that our grandfather had conceived in a most sinful moment. While we were stuck struggling in the slums, they had the finest things and lived very easy lives. Roberta learnt to be grateful because her father took away my opportunity to have anything, and she was a walking, breathing reminder of that. I smirked when I saw a neatly folded envelope on my bed with the letter ‘V’ on it. I walked swiftly towards it and tore it open, revealing a letter from Vincenzo. It read; You have some nerve writing ro me about joining forces when you are the singular reason my life is in shambles right now. I wil

the man warned, barely registering my presence. "My name is Soren Kade," I introduced myself, skipping any attempt at polite conversation. "And you are Marcus Vance, a junior acquisitions director for the firm that liquidated Meridian Ventures twenty years ago." Vance stopped swirling his drink. The boredom vanished and was quickly replaced by a sudden wariness. He sat up straighter, assessing me with the calculated caution of a man who suddenly realized he was out of his depth. "Victor Kade’s son," Vance murmured, setting his glass on the low table. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you tracked me down. The Vanguard assignment went live this afternoon. You want historical data."

N/B: Maxim is the same as Vincenzo (I made a slight mistake with the name and I've edited it) Thanks.

Valle introduced. “Good morning, Mr. Walker. I’m Sven Dione Tan, CEO of WEC.” Sven offered a handshake, but the arrogant man didn’t take it. What was his name again? Daks Kwago? Something like that. What a funny name! He smugly stood up, removed his shades, and looked at me with a grin. “Hello, crazy old lady. Long time no see. Don’t tell me you think I followed you here? You wish.” Sven and Mr. Valle glanced between us, clearly confused about how we knew each other.

I asked, keeping my tone measured, slow, and entirely unhurried because I needed to anchor him before he spun out of control. I heard him draw in a sharp, ragged breath, the sound of paper rustling in the background indicating he was moving around a room. "His name is Victor Vance," he whispered, the name sounding foreign and heavy as it spilled through the small speaker. "You won't find him in the standard news, Hailey, because he doesn't want to be found. He is one of the oldest and wealthiest private collectors in Europe, a man who has spent the last three decades funding illegal genetic research through a dozen different shell corporations."