Victor Ortega Novels & Stories

And above all the young male was giving out a lustful energy even though he wasn't doing anything. "Victor, why are you here?" Grace asked readjusting her seat. Victor didn't respond as he walked into the living room more and more. The person was none other than Victor Largo, cousin to Valentine and son to John Largo. "I don't think I need your permission to enter here..." he paused stepping closer and only stopped when he was close enough "I'm only here to ask about Natalia, how is she doing," he asked, his voice deep, giving the promises of lust and desire and at the same time it was dangerous and dark, it was as if Victor has become a completely new person which even Grace have figured wa

I'm doing everything to make myself hate him for all he's put me through. I began swimming around the pool as my thoughts went far and wide. I can't see myself hating Alpha Ortega, I can only imagine the demons he fights day and night what if I find out on my own, Could that be possible? I swam up and came on top of the water, my wet hair fell nicely on my shoulder. I looked up and was shocked to see Alpha Ortega standing on the edge of the pool in his robe.

Viktor, my beta, right hand, and best friend asked. “I don’t know, but at this point I really don’t care. If she chooses to stay, then she is going to deal with the consequences. I was not going to let the case die just like the others did. Marcello was one of our men, and you know for a fact that I don’t give up on my family.” I said, looking at Viktor, who nodded.

“You would be dying for a good cause, “ he gripped my hand tighter, pulling me closer. “If Nikolas finds out what you’re doing, I will kill you myself.” He let me go, and I instinctively clutched my wrist in pain. He got up from the table after tucking the document I gave him inside the jacket of his coat. “Go on, Antonio. I would like to talk to Viola about women's business.” He left with a huff, leaving me with Mother. “Guess who I saw at the Cartier store the other day?” She asked. Without waiting me to answer, she did it for me, “Aurora Mancini.”

The moment I walked back into my room, I saw our engagement photo on the mantel. Memories flooded in, damp and relentless. Victor was the orphaned son of one of my father's fallen men. Don Enzo Lombardi took him in and raised him in the family. He was close to me in age. He was born hard, cold by nature, and ruthless in the way he handled things, a mad dog no chain could hold. Yet that same cold-blooded man gave all his gentleness to me.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That question only deepened when a new alert lit up the grid. “Incoming encrypted message. From: Victor Lang. Priority: Black Level” I opened the file. A video flickered to life —Victor, seated in a high-rise room bathed in sunset light. Calm. Unbothered. Triumphant. “Hello, Elena,” he said. I didn’t move. Neither did Damien. Victor leaned forward. “You’ve been busy. Bleeding my accounts, ruining my alliances, even dancing with Nakamura. I expected nothing less.”

I sat in my office for seven hours without living a muscle, just watching the video without taking my eyes off of it. Victor Viper was not joking when he promised Eliot Williamson that he was going to make him cry like a little boy, make him piss and soil his pants. Victor Viper tortured the man who had tried to take his city and legacy away from him, along with his only daughter.

“If it isn’t the woman of the hour.” Victor Aragon. His reputation preceded him—an investor with deep pockets and even deeper connections to the Valdez family. He sauntered toward us, his smirk widening as his gaze dragged over me like I was a piece of meat. “You’ve certainly landed on your feet,” he said, his tone dripping with insinuation. “First Marco, now Alejandro. Quite the upgrade, wouldn’t you say?” “Walk away, Victor,” Alejandro warned, his voice like steel. Victor ignored him, leaning closer to me. “If you ever get bored, Estella, you know where to find me. I’m sure I could offer more. I’ll make it worth your while.”

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Victor is not in Italy for years now and his name had vanished at the same time he left the country so what is truly suspicious is that, Victor also got an invitation. "This night is getting interesting," he said to himself before entering the venue without anyone beside him. He thinks that it's best to not let any of his men inside for he doesn't want to be the center of attraction and also, he doesn't want to put a bad impression on Mr. Morales and it will only happen if he presents himself to Mr. Morales off guard. "Mr. Mogilevich," Margarita greeted him. Margarita is the wife of a well-known businessman. He happened to know the woman through their common friends, they got close, did the