Victor Mature Net Worth Novels & Stories

A view worth millions. A view built on stolen money. Victor poured two glasses of whiskey. I didn't touch mine. He noticed. "Still angry?" "You used my company." Victor laughed. Actually laughed. As though I'd told a joke. "No, Damian." His eyes met mine. Cold. Calculating. "I made your company successful." The arrogance shocked me. "You committed crimes." Victor shrugged. "Allegedly." I clenched my fists. "You dragged Luca into this." His expression changed slightly.

"But the amounts were too specific. The dates too intentional. So I dug deeper." "What did you find?" "Evidence that Victor had been monitoring multiple small businesses owned by single mothers. Yours was one of seven." She pulls out another document. "He invested in all of them. Withdrew once they'd stabilized." The room contracts. Air becomes thick, hard to pull into my lungs. "Why?" "I don't know. But I have a theory." Melissa's expression is careful. "Victor's mother was a single mom. She raised him and his brother alone after their father abandoned them. He never talked about her. But I found photos once. Letters she wrote him before she died."

Chloe sat to my left, picking at a plate of untouched escargot, looking bored but dangerous. And in the center of the table, a secure conference phone sat like a ticking bomb. "Victor is on the line," Victoria announced, her voice tight. "Do not disappoint him, Ryan." She pressed the button. "Victor," she said smoothly. "We are all here." "I see the stock price, Victoria," Victor’s voice rasped through the speaker. It was a cold, mechanical sound. "It went up four percent today. My short position is bleeding out. I didn't give you millions to make Sebastian Knight richer."

“I cannot afford to waste my time, young lady. This is not the time for you to be having doubts.“ Victor then stood and fixed the suit he was wearing. He was gearing up to leave his office. “Come back once you're fully decided to do this.“ I started to panic. Come back? As if that is so easy. Victor is one of the most powerful men in the city of Corvalis. He is the boss of one of the biggest mafia groups in the city and is very well-known to be not just intelligent but also a very violent man. He owns some of the biggest clubs—be they normal clubs or sex clubs—in the city and some other dirty businesses I don't even want to know. Having the chance to see him in person, and most especially ha

The moment Grace saw Victor Lewis step out of the cab, she dashed forward and gave him a big hug. After that, she whispered in his ear, "I'm really counting on you this time, Victor." "Easy-peasy," Victor calmly replied. "I've already taken care of it on the way here." Smiling, Grace hooked her arms around his. "Really? I knew you were the best." "Such a honey tongue." He caressed her head affectionately. Victor worked at the National Cybersecurity Department and was ranked as the world's number one hacker on the dark web, known as AK.

But Victor, filled with anger, forcefully pulled his ankles away from her grip, causing her to tumble to the ground. “I’ll tell you now. I was just scared about how to start,” she screamed through her tears to reach out to Victor, who had already taken the elevator back to his room. Her attitude ruined his mood that morning, so he decided to leave the house and stay at one of his hotels. Victor owned the largest hotels in the country, along with numerous restaurants, supermarkets, travel companies and fashion houses. This left people wondering just how wealthy he could be at his age. While his father's wealth contributed to what made him, he was a very hardworking man who didn't depend on in

To say it was embarrassing was an understatement. Victor had been cannon fodder for the reporter, who seemingly made a career of gathering information on him. Since then, Victor had kept it clean. He no longer overindulged. He never partied. He focused on his business and it had paid off. Day after day, Victor enjoyed an unimaginable level of success. Still, no matter how many nightclubs he opened, how much he gave to charity, or how often his company showed up on lists of preferred employers, people still saw him as a billionaire/womanizer.

“What do you say Alex? It’s perfect. We need someone eager and new to make this type of fast commitment, Victor sounds like the one” I signed. I and Victor in the same room and in the same business was what I didn’t want right now. Victor Ballmer, one of the country’s most eligible billionaire bachelor. He was one of those with family wealth and legacies that stretches so long he never had to pick a pin in his life and Victor did exactly that, partying hard, never taking anything serious. It was in one of those parties our path crossed. We had a “Thing” at the party but that was it, he had been on my case ever since.

Victor and I never discussed his finances, but one hundred million dollars is a lot of money, especially with his father pressuring him at Gunner Holdings, Inc. Samuel said Victor recently bought shares from a trusted investor, spending millions. Now, this. “One hundred fifty million dollars!” Victor’s voice rang out. I fidgeted, wanting to declare Victor the winner, but it would be unfair to others. I was willing for Jeremy to stop bidding and allow Victor to win, but he seemed to develop a penchant for annoying Victor. Since they met, Jeremy kept needling Victor. But I also could not blame Jeremy. Victor was rude first.

"It's not a bad life, Ms. Grant. You'd still be rich. You'd still get to innovate. You'd just answer to someone else." "I already had that life," I said coolly. "I left it for a reason." He tilted his head. "Be careful. Pride is expensive." Damian shifted slightly in his chair, the movement so subtle I almost missed it. "Victor," he said evenly, "this isn't going to happen." "Think carefully," Victor replied. "The market's on my side. I've already spoken to three of your largest institutional investors. Marcus?" Marcus startled, as though he'd been caught. "Yes, sir?"