Novel & Cerita Victor Vescovo Wife

she tells me very kindly. "Okay, but if he doesn't want to, you can't force him, he's your boyfriend" I tell him a bit shyly, he's my best friend, and she's a witch, but her boyfriend is a vampire, and as if that weren't enough He is the son of a gangster, not even his father knows that he is dating a witch...

she suggested with a smile dancing on her lips. “Okay, hon,” Victor said, and the two exchanged a kiss before she left. I raised a brow at that, but I refused to say anything until I was sure she had gone far enough. “What about your wife, Victor?” I asked as soon as we were alone. I was acquainted with his wife in the past, and that woman definitely wasn’t her. I mean, it was none of my business what Victor did with his life, but his wife seemed like such a nice woman, which was why I was curious in the first place.

I stormed out from our room and the moment I stepped out of the room, the echoes of shock and disbelief washed over me. “Is she the CEO of CLN, Ms. Celine Winston?” My father-in-law’s voice, laced with awe, sent a tremor through me. My blood ran cold. Celine. My ex-wife. I hurried down the stairs, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. In the living room, my in-laws were glued to the TV, their eyes wide with amazement. On the screen, a woman stood confidently, her every word radiating power and charisma.

she advised and Maya took a step toward her. " Serena, I have every right to involve myself. Have you forgotten, or has your status gotten into your head? I'm Victor's wife, not you and I find it concerning that my husband's pack is being ruled by a bitch, who has no mark on her neck, " Serena spat out and Serena opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Maya.

A bright smile curled at the corner of my lips. He hesitated, and finally. “Fine,” he pulled out his phone. My phone buzzed. 600 million. Already in my account. Selena was finished. She ran toward me, shouting my name, completely unaware of what had just happened. “Hey, Lysandra! Didn’t expect you to come and make a scene tonight at my birthday!” I turned slowly to her. “I’m making it more interesting,” I said, and walked past her. Victor opened his mouth to address the media, flustered. “Lysandra is my wife!” he shouted, eyes wide as cameras focused on him. “There is no mistress!”

Whether I liked it or not, we had to keep up the act—even when we were nowhere near each other. “I don’t believe you!” Victoria suddenly screamed, her voice cutting through the room as she spun toward Dexter. “Is it true? Is she really his wife?” Dexter didn’t hesitate. He straightened and nodded once, his tone firm and professional. “Yes, ma’am. Alliyah is Boss Astley’s wife.” The effect was immediate. Victoria’s face drained of color, her confident smirk cracking like fragile porcelain. For a split second, disbelief flickered in her eyes—raw, ugly, desperate—before she masked it with a sharp, brittle laugh.

Without needing another word, he is on his feet. Justin taps a few keys, and the screen lights up with live footage. It’s Victor’s house. Apparently,his wife lives in Vegas. We found it after digging through his records, the ones he thought he’d hidden so well. The camera pans to the front door, where a small, discreet bomb is rigged. Its red light is blinking steadily. Inside, Nyx sits on a couch, her face hidden behind a black mask, her posture relaxed. She left immediately after we got the information and knowing Victor,it was the best move to have him cooperate Victor’s eyes widen, his bravado cracking. “You’re bluffing,” he says, but his voice shakes. “You wouldn’t—”

“Who is she?” Kirsten wanted to laugh but stopped herself. Her eyes settled on the woman’s hands. Matthew pulled his arm away from the woman, stood before Kirsten and snaked his arm around her tiny waist. “This is my wife, Kirsten. Kirsten, this is Victoria Edmonton project director of JC Holdings in Jacques City. Roosevelt Corporation and JC Holding are in collaboration.” Seeing her slight resemblance to Kirsten, Victoria’s desire to have Matthew grew all the more. There was nothing that Victoria could not get. Whatever she set her heart to get, she definitely got it.

“You’re forcing a child on me, I do not want—“ I quickly pushed his hands away covering my chest with my hands. My heart immediately had a jump scare and my body reacted without much thinking. “Forcing?” Alexei laughed sending a rush of chills down my spine. “Oh, sweetheart, you are our wife, of course, it is your responsibility to give us a child.” My both of wrists were harshly pulled away as a startled yelp escaped my lips. I looked terrified at Alexei for he pinned my hands above my head. “N-NO!”

Victor continued, his voice rising for effect, “out of all the women in the world, Caleb chose to go after my wife—my pregnant wife. For some reason, he has turned her against me, brainwashed her with God knows what, and now she’s living with him, at his house.” More murmurs. Some reporters scribbled notes furiously. Victor sighed theatrically, shaking his head. “I’ve gone there to bring my wife back, but Caleb won’t even let me. He keeps threatening to call the police, blocking the door, doing all sorts of things to keep me from my own wife. Tell me, is that fair?” He turned back to the cameras, his expression carefully crafted to look like that of a helpless, heartbroken man. Everyone’s ey