Victor Vescovo Wife 소설 & 이야기

But she did so quickly and simply that no one else saw it, which made Riya's smirk fly away and she rolled her eyes. They all went inside to the living room admiring the villa he made and to be honest everyone was awestruck with Riya herself. She never thought her so called ex and now sister's husband will have such a great villa with so much strict security on the sea.

He left the children with their grandfather and left for the resort with his friends. Victor was on call at the hospital so he couldn’t go with them. Accompanied by Tony and Graham who was around until the wedding, Aaron went to the resort to support his wife. When they got there two hours later, he happened to hear what Jessica Scott said about giving Tessa money to restart her company. His eyebrows furrowed as he narrowed his eyes at her and questioned, “Why the hell would my billionaire wife need starting capital from you?” Seeing Aaron glaring at her, Jessica Scott’s eyes grew into saucers and she stuttered, realising the owner of the resort was talking to her. “B-Billionaire wife? W-who

I glanced back, seeing Vin watching me with narrowed eyes, making no move to follow or protect me as promised. "Tell us everything," demanded a woman perhaps ten years older than me. "How did you two meet?" "Was it love at first sight?" asked another. A third leaned in conspiratorially. "How was the wedding night? I bet our Vinny is something else in bed." Heat flooded my face. "I, um—" "Leave the poor girl alone," interrupted an older woman, elegant in a tailored dress. "You're embarrassing her." She extended her hand to me. "I'm Cecilia, Victor's wife. And this is Rosa, Nina and Ophelia, Victor's sisters."

She tried to slip past to the bedroom, but Victor spotted her. “Elara,” he called. “Come join us for a moment.” She forced a smile and walked in. Three men in expensive suits sat around the table with drinks. They all looked at her the same way men usually did, eyes moving over her body. “This is my wife,” Victor said, pulling her close. “Dr. Elara Voss. One of the best in the city.” One of the men raised his glass. “Lucky man. A beautiful doctor at home. You must never get sick.”

Isabella and Sophia looked up from their own corners of the warehouse, listening to Victor's taunts with grim expressions. "Did you know your ex-wife is getting married?" Victor continued. "To some rich businessman named Julian Gray. They're merging their companies, going to be worth billions." "I heard something about that," I mumbled. "Of course you did. Hard to miss when Elena Thompson is on every magazine cover and business news show in the city." Victor pulled out his phone and showed me a photo from a recent article. "Look at her, Marcus. Beautiful, successful, respected. Everything you used to pretend to be."

I struggled to sit up in bed, ignoring my throbbing head, my gaze fixed on them as their drama unfolded. “What did I do to you? Why would you threaten my grandchildren’s lives?” Victor’s voice rose, his anger palpable. Kimberly's eyes brimmed with tears as she sank to her knees, “I'm sorry,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “Victor, who is she?” I asked. “She's the woman who I did IVF with but ended up giving me another man's child,” Victor's voice was laced with frustration and betrayal. It now made sense to me and the children. Victor had a past with her, which explained why she was targeting the family.

But knowing myself I'm not contented with a simple kiss that's why I deepen our kiss and we ended up in love making. Everything went smooth in the past weeks. I learn to respect Alex. And it feels light. I must thank my wife for this. Jana seems happy with her relationship with Alex because she rarely went to me. At least everything is falling into place. Mara is in America . She will stay there for a week because of the HID event. I knew she will get the deal. Mara is known now in the business industry. I just smile when I remember what my business partners were telling me about her.

“It wasn’t that difficult to find you, Victor. Lisandro was more than happy to provide me with the information.” Victor recoils back as if he was struck. “Lisandro told you? That fucking rat!” I shrug my shoulders and rest my ankle on my knee with a snicker. “Who the fuck are you, and why does this stupid girl matter to you anyway?” Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I lean close and look Victor in the eye. “I told you who I am, Victor. If you would have bothered to do your homework, you’d know that this stupid girl is my wife. Another thing you’d know is that I’m a very powerful enemy to have.”

“Anja…” The moment Victor spoke so soft alert the police man to what he missed the first time. He found himself standing immobile looking at the old scars on Victor’s back. His eyes now actively take in the scene. He noticed that Victor has covered his wife with his clothes. His now furious eyes looked back towards the dead priest. He understood what has caused the man’s death. “Victor…” he called his name careful not to startle him. “Her name was Anja Saint-Claire. She was my wife. She was the mother of our unborn child.” He said soft but clearly.

He was about to spell out my options, but the clock kept ticking in agonizing slowness that it felt as if it was going backwards. "Get. To. The. Point. Todd." Seven hours ago, I had whisked Stephanie off our private jet. Our friends had been over to throw a surprise welcome home drinks. I couldn't have been happier. My beautiful, strong, talented wife. The love of my life was mine forever, to be by my side. Only to be ripped away from me like the fucking tide. Twelve hours ago, she was in my arms—begging for more. For me. Now I couldn't do anything... just wait. I swore to protect her, and I hadn't even managed a month of us being married to look after her.