Victoria: A Novel Novels & Stories

"How sweet. How fucking noble of you." She tightens her grip on Mira. Mira whimpers. A thin line of blood appears on her neck—just a scratch, just a warning, but enough to make my whole body go cold. "You took everything from me," Victoria says. "Everything. My family. My money. My power. And now you're going to watch me take something from you." "You're insane." "Am I? You killed Marcus. You killed the Collective. You broke the veil. You destroyed the world I was supposed to rule."

"You do not rush back to the Vance estate today. You do not make noise. You take the luxury apartment. You rest, you shop, and you wait. When I give you the signal, you will use your remaining inside contacts to infiltrate that house, plant the seed of doubt, and tear Alessia’s world apart from the inside." Victoria looked down at the envelope, then up at Julian Sterling. All the humiliation, all the anger, and all the desperate desire for revenge flared up inside her heart like a roaring fire. She didn't care about Julian's corporate wars. She didn't care about stocks or bonds. She only wanted one thing: to see Alessia broken, and to watch Lucien lose everything he cared about. "We accept,"

“It’s armor.” Victoria nodded. At night, when Victoria felt stronger, she started writing too. Not messages. Not letters meant to be sent. Journals. She wrote about who she had been before Gabriel. Before marriage. Before sickness. She wrote about her dreams, her fears, her anger—and then, slowly, about her peace. Because peace was coming back. Not loudly. But surely. Weeks later, as Victoria stood at the window watching the sun sink behind the buildings, Mary joined her. “You’re getting stronger,” Mary said.

chaos of that household. "You... cough... cough..." Victoria turned a violent shade of crimson, clutching her chest as she spiraled into a coughing fit so severe she nearly collapsed. Seeing the woman struggling for air, Sarah’s basic humanity flickered. Despite everything, she poured a glass of lukewarm water from a pitcher the movers hadn't taken yet and handed it over. Victoria drained it, her breathing finally smoothing out. As soon as she caught her breath, Victoria’s face twisted with a new, localized rage. She roared at Sarah, "That lowly creature will never set foot in the Vance family! She dared to seduce Arthur? I will never let her get away with it!"

She could feel her heart beating with a hunger: it was not a fear, nor a regret, but the hunger of ruthless craving for power, control, and vengeance. Arnulfo and Valentine had believed they could leave. They'd believed that they could get away, that they could escape from the very thing that had thrown them together initially—her. But Victoria wasn't letting them get away that easy. She'd had enough of being the woman that was always left behind; she was enough of having been wronged. She would now be the mistress of circumstance, the master of who was going next.

Vincenzo Dante Volkov; I wanted my little mouse to experience a world far from her sheltered life, so I took her beyond the city’s limits, into a place where lives are gambled, fortunes are made, and innocence is just a memory. “Where are we going?” Victoria’s voice held a tremor as the trees thickened around us, her eyes darting into the shadows. I took her hand, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingers as she looked up at me, searching for something—assurance, maybe. Or a reason not to be afraid.

he groaned, his voice a low vibration as he finally stopped resisting. He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck. Victoria let out a sharp, shattered breath. To her, every touch was an explosion of sensory overload. She couldn’t see him clearly; he was a silhouette of safety in a world of static. She felt the coolness of his skin against her feverish body and clung to him like a drowning woman.

She made herself look right at her. Victoria. The woman who had taken so much from her. The woman who had intercepted her letters when she was most alone. The woman who had used her miscarriage to hurt her. The woman who had smiled to her face at family dinners while she was stabbing her in the back. The woman who was finally, finally facing the consequences of what she had done. Victoria looked straight back at them. Her pale face was frozen. Her eyes were cold and full of pure hate. Her perfect smile was completely gone, replaced by a thin, hard line.

I replied in irritated tone and freed myself from Kabir hold and got down without any further words, mercifully Kabir didn’t put on fight with me while I stormed out of his car and straight inside my house. Once inside my house, I walked all the way towards my kitchen, I so badly wanted to cry my heart out but I wasn’t ready to shed a single tear on my past…. I was no longer that weak Aarohi who would just cry on her problems, I am Victoria and all I want is to make knight family lose everything like they made me lose everything…. I want to take down Knight empire… which won’t be limited to just their wealth, but I want to tarnish their so call reputation, their pride.. I want to turn their

“Tutto pulito, capo. Telecamere spente nel raggio di quattro isolati. Il corpo di Victoria è nel vicolo dietro il Noir, ago nel braccio, overdose da manuale. I tossici del posto stanno già prendendo tutto quello che ha addosso. Domani sarà solo un’ altra bianca morta in un vicolo. Zero tracce.” Translation: It’s all clean, boss. The cameras were turned off with a radius of four blocks. Victoria’s body is in the alley behind Noir, with a needle in the arm, and a textbook of overdose. The junkies are already stripping her and by tomorrow she’ll just be another dead white girl in an alley. Zero traced back to you. My stomach dropped through the floor of the car. Victoria—a woman! So he hadn’t c