Victoria Justice Parents Mga Nobela at Kwento

They stared at Jade in utter disbelief. My mom slapped Jade hard across the face. “Jade! What the hell were you thinking?! Why would you frame Clara?! Tell me you didn’t do those things! Please.” I suddenly laughed. Even at this point, Yara did not believe Jade would do such things. “Judge, hurry up and show the memories about the school bullying and the mountain trip.” My mom’s hands clenched into tight fists, and tears welled up in her eyes. Seeing people start to question everything, the judge played those two memories.

The water swirls as I lift it to my lips and down it in one swift gulp, the coolness doing nothing to ease the heat bubbling under my skin. And yet, the moment my gaze flicks back to the screen, my fingers tighten around the empty glass. “I don’t know why Cynthia Castillo would choose to make a post about that, when all my daughter ever did was be nice to her and even supported her foundation,” Victoria continues, her voice composed but edged with quiet condemnation. Every word is laced with an unspoken warning. I scoff, staring at Victoria’s composed face on the screen with narrowed eyes. All I ever wanted was to teach that daughter of yours a lesson to stay away from what’s mine. What’s so

My heart was thudding against my ribs, and the ache in my arm was now a sharp reminder that I should trust no one. Victoria only seemed to get mad. "You think you’re so innocent! You think you’re a victim!" She let out a low, dark chuckle that made the hair on my neck stand up. "First, you ended up with fucking rich parents that didn’t care for money. At first I refused to believe it, but soon I realized it wasn’t a joke.” “Why are you telling me this?” I asked, still skeptical. She was saying a lot of things at once, which only made my unease increase.

This is the big one. Victoria showed the message to King, who nodded in pride. "We're going to win this," King said quietly, as if reading her thoughts. "All of it. The election, justice for your father, exposing everyone who'd worked against you. We're going to win." Victoria looked up at him, seeing the joy in his eyes, she responded immediately"Yes. "We are."

He also told me about how they were sick and had no one to take care of them. Andrew kept trying to convince me, saying, "I know you're mad, Charlie. I know that Uncle Harold and Aunt Sandra let you down, but they're your parents, after all, and they brought you up. You should see them now that they're living in such bad conditions. They regret what they did, and they keep talking about you every day. They know they were wrong." I stared at my phone silently for a long time.

VICTORIA BELLA WASHINGTON; Listening to Juliet recount her past, I realized pain and suffering can indeed come in forms far greater than my own. She had borne and raised her child entirely alone, abandoned by the father who should have been her partner in this journey. Worse still, the father wasn’t just any man—he was her handler, the CEO of the agency where she worked.

I said. "Me too," Aria said. "I want justice for Cameron more than I want revenge on Victoria." Mom looked at Dad. "Robert? What do you think?" "I think our daughters are wiser than we are and I think we should follow their lead." Mom nodded slowly. "Okay. We support the deal." Martinez came back in. "We'll support the plea agreement". Dad declared. "Then we have a deal," Martinez said and shook hands and made it official. I got a text later from Victoria on our way back: [Thank you. I know what you did. I'll spend the next ten years trying to deserve your mercy and when I get out, I'll spend the rest of my life proving I'm better than my worst choices.]

"Let them hear! Let everyone know what Serena did! She's a monster! An evil, vindictive monster!" She grabbed a framed photo of our family and threw it against the wall. It shattered, glass flying everywhere. "Victoria!" my mother gasped. "She ruined us!" Victoria cried, tears streaming down her face. "She took EVERYTHING! And I swear to God, I'm going to make her pay! I'm going to kill her! I'm going to..." "Enough!" I shouted. "You're not killing anyone! You're just making things worse!" "How could things be worse?" Victoria demanded. "We're being kicked out of our home! Our father is in prison! We have nothing!"

Victoria told him the ward number. He walked to his father’s office without knocking on the door. His father looked at him and asked, “What is wrong, Son?” Mark told his father that Victoria was in JHB General Hospital. She had been mugged and sprained her ankle. She was saved by James. His father was shocked and said, “I’m coming with you.” They left quickly. When Timothy saw his son’s face he decided to drive the car. “Dad, maybe Victoria is not telling me the truth about her injury. I’m so scared. I asked Jonathan to accompany her because I was scared that something might happen.”

"Let everyone see." "She's destroyed my family," Victoria's voice cracked with emotion, real or fake, I couldn't tell anymore. "My father's company is facing lawsuits. My mother is having a breakdown. My little sister is being bullied at her school because of articles calling our family corrupt. All because Maya Cross couldn't accept that she's nothing special." "Victoria, this isn't the time or place.." Dean Matthews had appeared at the edge of the stage, trying to intervene. "No!" Victoria shouted. "Everyone needs to hear this! They need to know what she's really like!"