Victor Vescovo Wife Novels & Stories

"Delia, why do you keep insisting on that title? You know as well as I do that you aren't his wife. Not legally, not truly." "We are married; I am his wife." I snapped, looking at him. "But now, it's just... cold." "Except you are not his wife and never were. The marriage is more than just cold," Victor said, sitting forward. He didn't look like he was joking. "I’ve had my people investigate that man top to bottom. Why do you keep acting like you have a claim to him? I investigated that man; he is married, but it's definitely not to you, and the name of the wife is unknown. Unless you are the unknown wife?"

I thought back to all the drinking at dinner parties, all the hospital visits I'd made, and all the surgeries I'd undergone. It was all proof of my efforts to give her a better life. I had always thought she was struggling and didn't want to burden me. But the truth was that she had already fallen for someone else, even going so far as to spend a fortune on one of Hayden's projects. I couldn't believe it. I had been pursuing Wendy for ten years, but she had already betrayed me nine years ago. I forced myself to focus. Saving my mom was the only thing that mattered. The doctor showed me a notification on his phone.

She couldn't help but wonder if this had something to do with his family upbringing. Her relationship with David hadn't been officially announced to the world, but it wasn't a secret either. So, when Victor asked about it, she took just a brief moment to think before responding honestly. "He's my ex-husband, and we were once married." The two siblings lapsed into a moment of silence. After some time, Naomi blinked and regained her composure. "Wait, are you Rowan?" Her surprise was so evident that her mouth hung open, and she unconsciously gripped her empty cup.

"Mr. Will…" The lady started. "What the hell is going on here?!" Daniel interrupted, his voice firm. Addison had never heard Daniel curse. "I'm sorry, Mr. Williams" She bowed. "Who are you?" He asked. "This is Emily Smith," James interjected. "the newly appointed assistant head of the marketing team." Daniel moved towards her, his height looming over her. "Who do you think you are to harass my wife like that? Have you gone mad?!"

“But look at her now. She left you and suddenly became the wife of a billionaire CEO.” My jaw tightened. “ Wife????? What the hell are you saying Joyce.” “ Yes ray.. I have a friend who works at Stonecrest, she told me the Vice President was his wife.” “ How is that even possible.” I asked unable to control my thoughts. How could she think of living without me??? “ We aren’t even divorced yet.” I muttered

VICTOR.... I'm not surprised by her question; I was expecting it. I held her by the waist and nuzzled her cheeks. "I'm Victor Salazar Dubov, your husband. Do you have any doubt about that?" She looked up and slowly shook her head. "No, but I'm confused." She looked around. "Are you really connected to the Chairman?" Her brows furrowed as she started scratching her nose. "I'm not connected to the Chairman; I'm the Chairman," I replied truthfully. There is no point in hiding anymore. Now she's my wife, and since we've decided to give our relationship a chance, I need to be honest about my identity.

DESMOND “Your ex-wife seems to be doing pretty well for herself these days,” Victor remarked as he settled onto the bar stool beside me. He placed his phone on the counter and pushed it in my direction. “That’s her, isn’t it?” I hesitated for a moment before reaching for the device, a video already playing. “Selling a single painting for ten million?” Victor let out a low whistle. “She must be ridiculously rich now.” I barely heard him.

'What a strange patient! "My boyfriend and I are a perfect match. He is smart and well-achieved, just like me. He is also the wealthiest man in the city, so I will do anything for him and his large dick." She crossed her legs and added, "You know Evan Thompson? He is my boyfriend." Jessica fished inside her bag and showed Shantelle an article from a magazine. It was dated today, and it read: [A perfect couple, Engineer Jessica Turner and the CEO of the Thompson Group Of Companies, Evan Thompson.]

After an unexpected miscarriage, I left my ward in search of Victor. I saw him inside the doctor’s office. Just as I was about to knock on the door, I overheard their conversation. “Give my wife a hysterectomy. I don’t need her to bear me any children.” Victor Gayes pulled the woman beside him to face the doctor, his hand rubbing her belly. “The baby inside her belly will be my only child. You must protect it no matter what.” I knew the woman very well. She was Victor’s secretary of three years, Rachel Aniston.

As my water glass was being refilled, my eyes were drawn to the other end of the table, where the top members of The United Association of Alphas and their spouses were seated. The clothes and jewelry they wore was fabulous. I saw these men on TV and in the newspapers, but I have never seen their wives. Most of the women were middle-aged yet well-maintained and elegant, except for one who looked a little older than me. Maybe it was the old Alpha’s granddaughter. “Who is that young woman with the southwestern governor?” I asked Victor. “That’s his new wife,” Victor replied. “He divorced his second wife last year and remarried six weeks later.”