Victor Idv Novels & Stories

“Victor. It’s late. What do you want?” A smooth, cold voice came through the speaker. “Damien. Always so direct. I saw the photos from your little gala tonight. You and your boy toy made quite the scene. Very… public.” Damien’s grip on Kai’s hand tightened. “His name is Kai. And this isn’t a social call. Get to the point.” Victor laughed softly. “The point is simple. I’m buying up shares in ValeTech. Quietly. I want your company. And I’m going to get it. One way or another.”

"Why should we believe you?" "Because I did research. Found Victor's dental records. His DNA profile. His military service photos. None of them match the man who has been leading the Savage Kings." Richard leaned closer to the camera. "Someone killed Victor. Took his identity. His organization. His resources. And used them to manipulate all of us." "Who?"

He should be dealt with or perhaps eliminated. I sighed and continued going through the documents on my screen. It’s past bedtime but I was going through my phone, trying to get my hands on any information I can find on Victor. I searched him on social media and finally ended up with six I*******m accounts that match his name and maiden name. It turns out the bastard was bearing Victor Adrian. Adrian is the maternal grandfather. If he wanted to be a Wilson so badly, why did it take him so long to show up? I scrolled through the I*******m accounts, checking each profile picture until I finally found him. His profile picture was a shirtless photo of him on a beach in the Bahamas.

"So we have an inside person." "We have Aiden. Who is complicated and not entirely trustworthy but currently on the right side of the line." Another pause. "Cal and Reyes aren't here to grab you, Sydney. Victor's smarter than that. They're here to photograph you. Build documentation. Victor is going to go the legal route—exploit whatever human-world records he can find. Property claims, identity discrepancies from your years off the grid. He's going to try to destabilize your life from the outside in." "To make me vulnerable."

"Sir, please... Don't ever enter the laboratory. You'll be suffocated by Vlad for sure." "No, I need to. I'm part of the company and I'll find out who the termites are. Not because I'm in favor of my father's business but because of my name. I don't care if they get tarnished because they're literally mandating illegal. But my name? A big no." Victor gets the microchip Liam gave him. Compiled to put in the reader and slapped on his laptop. "Good job, Liam," Victor patted the young man's shoulder.

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

she asked, with a little more venom in her voice than intended. Volkov shot forward from the desk and poked a finger into her face as he bore his dark eyes into her. “Precisely. The kind of people who would try to get to me through her would be stupid enough to believe a woman was weak, and that I would choose weakness to guard what is most precious to me.” he snarled. Vic wasn't sure whether to take his statement as a compliment. Volkov waved a hand at her. “What information I could dig up on Victoria Bura, suggested she was quite familiar with hand-to-hand combat and any idiot can see you pack a punch with the amount of magnificent muscle structure you carry. But that's not really what I c

Victor nodded, “I can make that happen.” Daniel asked, “You really are trying to make this fair.” Victor nodded, “I am. As a matter of fact, I’m having my assistant separate the vehicles by Blue Book value I’m texting him to make sure there are a couple sportscars in your half.” I smiled, “That’s a really good idea. I know he will be impartial.”

He found out, eventually, who I am the night of the full moon a few weeks after he rescued me. I can't recall what happened that night but I can never forget his steady voice in my head calling out my name "Victor" nonstop. It was a name he gave me days after rescuing me, which means Superior. When I asked why he chose to call me "Victor," he said that it will remind him of the night he found me. He wasn't afraid of the critter inside of me and knowing that he wasn't scared of me, I felt safer and in control of who I am.

He was then allowed to speak. Bryan approached him. “State your name.” “My name is Victor. I'm forty-two years old. I was the personal driver to the late Mr. Johnson.” “Tell this court what happened.” Victor swallowed nervously. “One day, while returning from an errand my boss sent me on, four men attacked me. They blindfolded me and took me somewhere.” His voice trembled. “When they removed the blindfold, I saw Kelvin.” The courtroom became silent. “He threatened to hurt my two children if I refused to cooperate with him.” Victor lowered his eyes.