Victor And Emily Novels & Stories

Emilia and Julian sat tightly wrapped on the sofa in his penthouse. The City lights sparkled behind the windows, but the atmosphere in the room was heavy. The confrontations with their fathers weighed on them like an invisible weight. “I want to understand,” Emilia whispered, his head on his chest. “Why do they hate themselves so much? What really happened between Alexander Voss and Victor Blackwood?" Julian sighed deep and shredded her through her hair. “It’s a long story. One who

Victor had crossed the aisle while Emily remained speaking with another guest several rows away. Adrian smiled faintly. “I am beginning to understand that.” Victor folded his hands in front of him as he watched Elena across the room. “My wife met her at a planning forum almost two years ago.” Adrian turned toward him. “I did not know that.” Victor looked mildly surprised. “I assumed you did.” Adrian offered a quiet smile that carried more honesty than comfort. “There are many things I assumed I knew.” Victor nodded slowly. Emily joined them a moment later, carrying the programme booklet from the conference.

he whispered softly against my lips, voice thick with emotion. I felt a flutter in my chest, a bittersweet ache. “I missed you too,” I replied quietly, my voice trembling. He pulled back slightly, studying me with that familiar intensity, his eyes searching mine. “Why are your eyes swollen? Were you crying?” A sudden wave of emotion hit me, and I fought to keep it together. I told him about Emorie. “She told him about us,” I whispered, voice trembling. “About you and me.” Victor’s face darkened with anger, a curse slipping from his lips. “What did he say? Did he hurt you?”

The door burst open and Victor’s booming voice slashed through our scuffle. “What is the meaning of this?” Emily’ hand that was clutching my hair froze in midair. “Victor!” There was so much guilt in her voice. Horror filled her eyes when she realized what Victor was looking at. Her hand was pulling at my hair. Guiltily, she quickly disentangled her fingers and pulled her hand down. “Victor.” Her eyes welled with tears, but it did not seem to have an effect on Victor. He charged toward us.

They turned to face each other. “How could you do that to me?!” Scarlett yelled, her voice shaking the quiet. “How could you humiliate me like that? Carrying me out like I was a child! In front of everyone!” Victor didn’t yell back. His voice was a low, dangerous hiss. “Why were you dressed like a cheap hooker? With that boy? That same boy who already burned you once? Have you forgotten, Emily?” When he called her Emily, she flinched like he’d slapped her.

"Mom will be very happy just to see me. She always complains that you don’t visit her often." Victor’s tone grew even softer. "Your mother is like my own mother. I always miss her," he said warmly. My stomach twisted slightly as I watched their interaction. There was a familiarity between them that made me feel like an outsider. After that, Victor walked away, leaving Emma and me alone once again. The moment he was gone, Emma’s sweet smile vanished. She turned to me, her eyes cold and full of arrogance. "See?" she whispered, leaning in close. "Victor and I are a match made in heaven. What we have isn’t over yet."

Emily said proudly. Charlotte reminded her, "Oh, you're feeling quite confident now, but remember who cried and worried that James wouldn't be responsible for her back then. If it weren't for Victoria's advice to fake a pregnancy and a miscarriage and then blame it on Isabella, do you think you could have made James submit?" Emily and Victoria were a pair of identical twins, with Victoria being the more beautiful one and Emily the smarter one. The two daughters had always been Charlotte's pride. Currently, Victoria was abroad, busy with her rising career as an actress for the past couple of years.

he whispered, his thumb still stroking her lower lip. Suddenly, the memories of the past returned with such friction that it turned everything upside down inside Emily. She recalled how Victor broke up with her after she slept with him on her birthday. She said the exact same line, no one would disturb us! It was his plan from the start to ditch her after sleeping with her and he did it with such brutality that Emily's life became a laughing stock. She would have gone back to her small village but it was Aurora and Susan who didn't let her. Aurora, especially, made sure that Victor didn't disturb her in any way again. It was not difficult for her, she was Aurora King, daughter of Ethan King

Liam growled, his teeth bared. "Victor, you're not welcome here," Liam said. Victor smiled, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Oh, I think I am," Victor said. "You see, I've been looking for Emilia, and I finally found her." Emilia stepped forward, her eyes flashing with anger. "You'll never take me alive," Emilia said. Victor laughed, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "We'll see about that," Victor said. As Victor raised his hand, Liam knew that they were in for a tough fight. Victor was powerful, and he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

‎ ‎Then someone stepped into frame. ‎ ‎Victor's jaw tightened. ‎ ‎The image quality was poor. ‎ ‎The figure wore a hood. ‎ ‎A cap. ‎ ‎Dark clothing. ‎ ‎Yet Emily didn't run. ‎ ‎Didn't resist. ‎ ‎Didn't appear frightened. ‎ ‎Instead— ‎ ‎She followed him. ‎ ‎Voluntarily. ‎ ‎Victor stared at the screen. ‎ ‎His instincts screamed. ‎ ‎She knew him. ‎ ‎Or thought she did. ‎