Victor Idv Novels & Stories

“You’ll have everything you need, Victor. Trust me.” A Strategic Victory The next morning, Evelyn walked into Sophia’s office with a triumphant smile. “I just got off the phone with Victor Tan. He’s reaffirmed his commitment to V Corp.” Sophia’s eyes lit up. “What changed his mind?” Evelyn chuckled. “He said Lucas called him personally last night. Talked about family, trust, and the values we’ve built this company on. Victor said it reminded him why he partnered with us in the first place.”

“Victor, calm down..." “Calm down?” Victor shouted, the words echoing off the high ceilings. “Calm down? You think I need to calm down? You think I care about consequences anymore?” He slammed his fists on the desk, the reverberation loud enough to make the guards flinch. “She's mine! Ivy is mine to end, and I will marry abd claim her as mine. And when I do…” His voice dropped low, deadly, a growl that didn’t belong to the man Robert had raised. “Damn all consequences.I will hunt killian down, I will kill him. And every last one of them who tries to stop me be damned.” Robert swallowed hard, masking the tremor in his hands. “Victor, you’re not thinking."

He didn't move when she walked in. “You’re late,” he said. His voice was deep, like a vibration in the floor. Ivy’s grief suddenly sharpened into a jagged edge of anger. “I didn’t realize I was on a timer.” He turned. Victor was a wall of a man. Broad shoulders, dark gray shirt rolled up to show forearms that looked like they were made of corded rope. He didn't look like a businessman. He looked like a predator. His eyes were the worst part—icy, bottomless gray. They didn't just look at her; they weighed her.

“Are you going to be wet and tight for me?” An involuntary whimper falls from my lips because I’m starting to get real turned on. My pussy is such a hooker. How the hell can it even get wet after what I just went through with Gideon, and for my stepdad no less. He yanks my shorts down my thighs and stands between my legs, grabbing my tits roughly. I’m not at all surprised he’s rough like this. Victor is an intense man in every sense of the word, tall and huge with salt and pepper hair, he always wears a severe expression that makes one cautious when approaching him.

"It was from our dear friend Victor's house. Victor Polly," "Victor Polly, okay. What does he do in the village?" "He works on their mini-farm and he does other part-time jobs at the town together with his wife sometimes," "Wife? So this Victor Polly you're saying has a family?" "Yes, Sir. He had a wife named Olivia Polly and two children named Iris and Grey," "Alright, so this man you said earlier was your dear friend. Does he have anything to do with crime or anything related to grudges to other people?"

I smiled to myself, time to remind them exactly who this house belonged to now. I found Victor first. He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, exposing those powerful tattooed forearms. His laptop was open, and he was on a video call, voice low and commanding as he discussed quarterly projections and a hostile takeover bid on a smaller tech firm. The Kane empire never slept.

“Miss Vivian” “I'm fine”. But I wasn't,that name Victor,it wasn't unfamiliar. I have heard it before on the night I died. Walter frowned. “ Do you know the person? “No”. Not yet,but somehow my memories did.. Walter continued. “Official Victor owns a private company, while under it he makes problems disappear,you know what I mean”. Coldness settled in my chest. Problems, evidence, witnesses, people. The room fell silent,Maria looked horrified.

The fall guy had fallen exactly where he was supposed to. "You think you won, Adrian?" Victor whispered to the empty, opulent room, his reflection in the glass twisting into a cold, venomous sneer. "You got lucky with a speech. But you still have a contract. And if your little boyfriend thinks he's safe just because my assistant is in a cell..." Victor set his glass down on the marble counter, picking up a burn phone from his drawer. He dialed a number he had kept in reserve for emergencies a contact deep within the league’s central athletic committee.

“Sir—you need to see this now.” He handed Victor a phone. Victor looked. His face changed immediately. Sophia saw it. “What is it?” Victor did not answer. She snatched the phone from his hand. The screen displayed breaking news: VALE INDUSTRIES UNDER FEDERAL INVESTIGATION — SECRET FINANCIAL RECORDS LEAKED Below it— A photo of Victor leaving court from years ago. And beside it— A newer leaked image: Victor entering Sophia’s wedding venue the morning before the attack.

Victor commanded. "I do not know much. Nobody does. He is a ghost. Former Russian intelligence. Built networks across Eastern Europe after the Soviet Union collapsed. Expanded into America through West Ark. Uses the Reyes family and other organizations as infrastructure while staying completely hidden." Carlos pulled out his own phone and showed Victor a photo. "This is the only picture anyone has of him. Taken maybe ten years ago. He could look completely different now."