Victor Ortega Novels & Stories

“I find that offensive, so refrain from using such words with me.” “Offensive?” he sat up and I watched as he came down the bunk bed’s ladder. “You think it’s offensive?” “Yes.” I folded my arms over my chest once I’d taken a step away from him. He was a head taller than me. “You don’t just say that to someone. Do you have any idea who I am?” “You are Alejandro Ortega. The CEO of Caisse Méridien.” He advanced forward. “Do you know who I am?”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Victor Delgado, Santiago’s most valuable ally in the northern territories, was about to meet his future wife—and she would not falter. How fun, I thought as I rolled my eyes. This wasn't what I was expecting when the triplets had sent me back to my father, but I guess that wasn't what they were expecting as well. The guards opened the door with a practiced nod and I stepped inside. Victor stood with his back to me, reading something by the fireplace. Tall, broad shoulders, impeccably dressed in black. His presence filled the room even before he turned. And when he did— My oh my, nobody told me he was going to be this good-looking.

I need answers from him before anything else can happen and for that to happen I need to keep my calm. "Look at me," I command, my Alpha tone coming out firm. Alberto's head flies up until his eyes are directly on mine. "Alpha, please, let me explain." He sounds off. The Alberto I know is always a happy soul, the heart of any party, so seeing him like this is throwing me off. Then again, the Alberto I know wouldn't betray his pack or Alpha, so what do I know?

My legs felt as if they were not only giving up on me, my lungs were too. “Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” The man said, and I watched as everyone looked down at their feet before forcing myself to do the same. The Alpha passed us, but I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed that he stopped in front of me. I kept my head down, knowing not to say a word, and it wasn’t until he put his finger under my chin, raising my face, that my vision blurred.

This time, not because she was admiring how he looked like, but because there was this sudden flood of familiarity dawning on her. She gasped, audibly loud this time that she needed to cover her mouth. This man was supposed to be her friend Jelly's client! He is one of the Ortega siblings, one of their VIPs on top of the list. He is none other than Navier Ortega. He suddenly groaned and that shot her back up to sense to see if he was in any way pain or discomfort, but he did not open his eyes nor say anything. Now that she knew who this man is, she can easily—

i won't have to feel guilty about I the love I feel for him. “Now, I suppose it's my nature to just dive right in. Stop me if I- If the subject is too upsetting for you.” The sheriff says. “In our investigation it has come to light that Victor Mendoza had ties to a small cartel in Mexico. A few months ago his supplier introduced him to Juan Vargas. He's a sort of recruiter for the cartel. He finds junkies on the street who want a little more money and a little more power and he starts them running drugs down the gulf and back. He took Victor in, letting him climb the ranks pretty quickly. We assume maybe they became friends or something. We have it on record that Victor was a charming guy an

They both of them ran around the port, one of them chasing the other running away, "You know, you can make this easy for the both of us if you just stop running." Ottiline yelled out at him out of breath. Victor glanced at him and sped up, "Who are you joking with, If I stop running then you will catch me. I don't want to go to jail, is not like I did anything wrong!" Victor Cruz yelled back and paused at a distance.

“He’s not untouchable. We just need a different strategy.” Esteban nodded. “He’s made one mistake.” “What?” I asked. “You,” Esteban said simply. “You were the only piece he couldn’t fully control. And now he’s overplayed his hand.” That night, I sat by the window, phone in hand, scrolling through the aftermath. Jeff Ortega was trending. But not for what he should’ve been. I opened a private message that had landed minutes ago. No sender. Just a line of encrypted text. Esteban confirmed it was clean. So I clicked it.

He just smiled that icy smile, the kind that made me feel like I was nothing more than a pawn in his game. Victor motioned to Isabel, introducing her to the group as though everyone didn’t already know who she was. "This is Isabel Ortega," he said. "You may know her as Electra, an asset we’ve come to rely on. Isabel, these are some of the finest people who support the Prime Order. We wouldn’t be here without them." he said, his tone dripping with authority. I didn’t miss the way his eyes were on me for a moment too long, as if assessing me, as if he knew exactly what was going on inside my head.