Victor Ortega Novels & Stories

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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.”

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

He said and pulled me by the hand as we left the mansion together, we got to a very quiet swimming pool I was surprised that I haven't been here before, but this place is too big I wonder when I can stroll around this entire pack house, “Sit,” Ortega said to me as he sat on the edge of the pool, I sat down beside him with our legs in the water “This place looks nice” “I know right? Alpha Ortega owned this pool” “Ohh” I muttered nodding my head “About why I called you out here, have you noticed anything about Edga before yesterday?”

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

​"Out of my house!" Alvaro roared, lunging forward with a heavy iron fire poker he had grabbed from the hearth. ​Alvaro swung the iron rod with all his strength toward Victor's head. But Victor didn't even flinch. With terrifying speed and precision, Victor stepped inside the arc of the swing, striking his silver-tipped cane hard against Alvaro's wrist. ​A loud crunch echoed through the room. Alvaro let out a pained scream as the fire poker clattered onto the hardwood floor.