Victoria Justice Parents Novels & Stories

Victoria had returned to her hometown and she decided to stay here because her father had forgiven her. And she didn't want to leave her family, so she planned to settle down. And the kid was old enough to go to kindergarten. She had to send him to school. Victoria didn't want her son to be so popular on the internet, but it was a pity that her son was famous. What's more, her son was looking for his father, which made those media workers constantly come out to make recommendations. She could only choose an aristocratic kindergarten for her son, which costs about forty thousand dollars a year. The educational quality was very good, and it was also very safe for her son. Victoria had invested

He held her tightly to his chest and looked deeply into her eyes with some kind of emotion she could not quite put a finger on. Vicky lowered her head. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to keep fighting with them." The fact that Orion and Valencia dared to say what they said meant that they must have removed all traces of their crime. Besides, even if they were truly the culprits, what did it matter? She was only locked up for a few days, and nothing happened to her during that time. No matter how unfit they were to be parents, they were still Tyler's parents. As their son, he would never do something that would hurt them. However, as their parents, they could do whatever they want to Tyler

"I don't know what your game is, but Madison doesn't need whatever toxic influence you think you're providing." "Madison is my daughter," Victoria continued, her grip on the little girl's shoulder tightening. "I love her more than anyone else in this world. I know what's best for her, not some stranger who thinks she understands our family dynamic." I looked down at Madison, who was staring at the ground with the defeated posture of a child who'd learned that speaking up only made things worse. Victoria's voice was getting louder, more shrill. "That because you have two children, you're some kind of expert on parenting? Let me tell you something about your precious boys—"

she says as we turn away from Victoria. "Did I do something wrong?" She laughs softly like my foster mother used to before she would explain something. "Victoria has only ever felt the burden of pain. Her mother died when she was an infant, and her father was a drunk who sold her to the assassins guild. She will not be a mother to your children. She will not be your sweet housewife. She is a trained killer, and her skills range from torture to hacking government black sites. She is part witch and is stronger than your mother was. I killed your mother, Bonnie. She kidnapped my niece and nephew for a blood sacrifice, and I had no choice. I killed your birth father as well, turning you into the

"If we move on Victoria directly using the brake line evidence, the affair story becomes irrelevant. Nobody cares about a kiss at a gala when the alternative headline is Vale matriarch ordered murder of business partners twenty six years ago." Sophia's jaw was tight but her eyes were steady. "Elijah can use it." "It will get ugly," I said. "Victoria will fight everything. Marcus will escalate. The next few weeks are going to be the worst of this." "Dominic," she said. "They killed my parents. I grew up with nothing. I spent three years in their house being told I was lucky to be there." She looked at me evenly. "Ugly is fine." I looked at her for a moment.

The room was very quiet. "What do you want?" I said. Victoria looked at her hands for a moment. The first time I had seen her look away in a conversation. "I want you to end things with by brother Matthias," she said. "Quietly. Without drama. Walk away from whatever this is before it becomes something neither of you can walk away from." She looked up. "And in exchange I will tell you what I know about the people who killed your birth parents. And I will use what resources I have to make sure those people don't find you here."

They were defending me. Victoria’s parents looked around the room, seeing the cold, unyielding faces of six powerful men. They realized that their status meant nothing inside these walls. "This is not over," Victoria’s father spat, though his voice lacked the confidence it had held when they first walked in. He grabbed Victoria’s arm, but she wouldn't move. She stared at me, her eyes filled with such concentrated, burning hate that I almost stepped back.

"And what truth is that?" "That Rose isn't the golden child they think she is. That Stefan isn't the honorable man he pretends to be. That my parents chose wrongly when they favored her over me." My words emerged with quiet certainty. "They built their happiness on lies. Justice is showing them their foundation is sand." Victoria moved to the desk, opening folders, dossiers on Rose's fashion business, Stefan's role in his family company, my parents' social connections. Eleven months of intelligence gathering, creating a map of vulnerabilities.

"Your children shouldn't have to pay for what happened to me. But they will, unless you do exactly as I say." Eva's hands pressed flat against the pillar behind her. "What do you want?" "Justice," Victoria answered. "You will come with me, alone. Tell no one where you're going. In exchange, I leave your children untouched." "And if I refuse?" Victoria's damaged eye narrowed. "Then what happened to my face happens to theirs." Rage, pure, maternal, and violent, surged through Eva. "If you go near my children..." "You'll what?" Victoria interrupted. "Call security? Hide behind your wealth? That didn't save me in prison, and it won't save them now."

“I’m suggesting we handle this together. As partners.” “And Aria?” Victoria looked down at our daughter, still sleeping peacefully. “Aria deserves to grow up knowing that her parents fought for justice. That we didn’t let bad people win.” “She also deserves to grow up with both parents alive and free.” “Then we do this smart. We do this right.” Victoria met my eyes directly. “But we do this, Alessandro. Isabella doesn’t get to walk away from what she’s done.” “I never intended to let her walk away.”