Victor Vescovo Wife Novels & Stories

"May I know who this beautiful woman beside you is?" A sharp glint passed through Alex's dark eyes. "I believe you haven’t done your research well, Mr. Hensley. She’s my wife. And my personal secretary." Victor wasn’t surprised. Of course, he knew. He knew exactly who she was. A subtle, enigmatic smile curved his lips.

“Why, give her back to her husband of course. She’s supposed to come back with him, I hear.” Their voices were fading away now. It seemed like they were going downstairs to where Davina was. I just hoped she had the good sense to hide away the food I had brought for her. I had not necessarily told her about it but she should have seen it. The soldiers had given me enough information than I had been able to get myself in the last couple days that I had been here. So Vivian was Madam V. I mean, I knew that but to have it confirmed made me feel better about what actions I was going to take concerning her. Then Davina? Why would she send her back to her husband when it looked like she wanted to

He reached for the cup, blew on it softly, and took a small sip before replying. “You know how Lucy is—always jealous of every advertising model at the office. Because of her behavior, Shane Group has already lost several big projects,” he said at last, his tone edged with disappointment. Bella nodded quietly. “And who is this woman your wife’s jealous of?” she asked softly, her gaze tracing every subtle shift in his expression. “Her name is… Elisha,” Vicktor replied after a long pause. “A beautiful, talented girl from South Korea.” His tone changed—softer, almost tender—and a faint blush colored his cheeks as he said her name. Bella didn’t need further explanation; she knew her son too well

Victor cleared his throat now, “There is my step-daughter, Zara, whom I see as my own daughter. Beside her is my son-in-law, her husband. I’m sure many of us were unaware that she got married instantly.” “Really?” the host exclaimed. “Is there a reason the wedding was kept confidential?” “In my family, we believe that certain things should be kept private. The wedding was one of them,” Victor replied calmly. “I wanted to say this before some enthusiastic reporters would report falsely to the public.” “Of course, I do understand you. A wedding in your family would cause quite the buzz,” the host replied. “I would say your son-in-law looks strangely familiar though.” “You might have seen him p

Noah said with a faraway look in his eyes. “I love you, Noah Shaw.” Natalia said. “Same here, Natalia Shaw.” Noah said with a tight lipped smile before running up the stairs. Natalia turned back to put Wendy’s arm back in a proper position should in case she fell or something. “I asked for a bit of spice. Definitely not crazy celebrity drama. A job, family, loving husband. For my best friend to get all those things too. I am tired of everything that is taking place now.” Natalia muttered and went up the stairs after her husband too.

Not just a random photograph, but a very intimate photograph of Camile and Victor. Darwin nearly cursed under his breath “Oh my God.” The Boss’s smile widened slightly. Victor Bennett spent years building the image of a good and loving husband,” he said calmly. “The loyal billionaire who never moved on even while his wife travelled for years.” Then slowly, he turned toward Darwin again. “But,” he continued smoothly, “you said Victor personally informed investors and media partners that his wife would not be available publicly during the wedding week because of her health complications, right?” Darwin nodded slowly now, already beginning to understand where this was heading.

Victor took his Cell phone and Called Ben, who is his secret right hand man, who does his dirty bidding and finds out about people's lives; he Also monitors people's lives. Hello Ben, Victor said yes, boss; what can I do for you sir? Ben replied I want you to keep an eye on Eva, Damon's ex wife. She is no good, I need every possible information about what she does, where she goes and who she meets up with. Victor orders and ends the call.

Victor Volkov had shielded his father, and now here Damian was, struggling to understand that his wife carried the blood of the man who had made his very existence possible. He lifted the photograph again, staring at it until the edges blurred. Victor’s eyes reminded him so vividly of Isabella that it was almost unbearable. Those eyes had haunted him since the night she left him standing in silence, her wedding dress trailing behind her like a banner of grief. She had told him that she loved him even as she doubted his love in return. He had let her slip away.

she shouted, grabbing another item to throw. Though Damien’s face stayed indifferent even though her words struck deep. Isla was already married. The thought stabbed him harder than he expected. “You’re talking trash, Victoria,” He muttered, trying hard to keep his cool. “Oh really? You have the internet, Damien. Go look up Isla Khan and her husband Gareth. You don’t stand a fucking chance" smirking, she adds, " I’m the best thing you’ll ever have, and if you lose me, you’ll regret it!” Victoria stomped her foot hard against the floor.

Just for a split second, but unmistakable. Vanessa smirked. Serena didn’t need proof. The media hadn’t found her by accident. Someone had tipped them off. And as if that weren’t enough, another figure pushed through the crowd. An older woman in a blue shirt stepped forward, fury blazing in her eyes. “You are Victor’s daughter,” the woman cried. “He escaped justice by dying, but I demand that you answer for how he killed my husband!” Her voice rose, shaking with grief and rage. She pointed accusingly. “How dare you stand there, dressed like that? How dare you try to escape your father’s crimes?”