Victoria Mato Novels & Stories

I stand up carefully so as not to wake her, my body protesting with each movement. “What did you find out?” I ask, running a hand over my face in an attempt to shake off the sleep. Dominic leads me to a more secluded corner of the room, carrying that familiar folder of documents. “Matthews talked,” he says, opening the folder to reveal pages of testimony. “Victoria met him when his wife was hospitalized. Terminal. He was vulnerable, desperate.” “As always,” I murmur, recognizing the pattern. Victoria always knew how to spot fragile people, always knew how to manipulate them.

A little far away from them, Erica was fuming in anger, whom Santino chose as his chosen mate to get the upper hand on Artemis in terms of the mate. Because Erica was the best candidate in his eyes as a mate, she was the current head warrior of the pack, strong and intelligent. Even being a girl, she had managed to get that place by fighting with all the male candidates for the head warrior. The second thing was she was an Alpha by blood whom the pack had adopted after her parent’s death. And the third thing was she was beautiful with a brain; the only problem was that she had her mountain-size EGO.

"And Elena lives here with me." ​"She is taking advantage of you!" Victoria shouted, her voice ringing out across the hall. "She has no money, her family is mixed up with criminals, and she is using your name to push her dead mother's old records on the internet. The entire city is watching this circus!" ​I stepped up beside Carter, looking Victoria straight in the face. "My mother's track is currently sitting at number six on the streaming charts, Mrs. Vance. I didn't use Carter's name or his money to put it there."

What the fuck was that? I heard their muffled conversation from the other side of the wall. Elliot and the woman kept going back and forth, until they stopped. Eli was the first one back inside, and the others came in behind him. I sat up as the woman approached me, with a genuine smile on her face. “Hello, I’m Vivian, Elliot’s Aunt” she stuck her hand out and I shook it. She then gestured to the shy kids behind her. They had brown hair like her, but she had green eyes and the children had blue. They looked to be about ten or eleven years old. “These are my twins, Skylar and Brandon.”

“There’s nothing you can do about it, Victoria. Forget about Matteo. He has already made his choice and she is his mate, you of all people should know how Matteo longed for his mate and now he's found her, respect yourself and wait for your mate.” Victoria’s face twisted with rage. “No! I refuse!” she screamed, throwing the invitation card across the room. “He cannot marry her! She’s a murderer! She killed someone, how can she be worthy of him. How can he choose that bitch over me? He's so perfect, she will taint him. He should love me!! I’ve loved him for so long. I’ve waited for him. He belongs to me!” She lashed out, grabbing a vase from the table and smashing it against the wall. Shards

Victoria smirked, her eyes narrowing. “Do you really think I care what my father says, Mateo?” He hesitated, looking over his shoulder at the closed door. "With respect, ma'am, Don Victor is not a man to cross. If he finds out—" "Let me worry about my father," Victoria cut in, her voice sharp. She took a step closer, her heels clicking on the polished floor. "You work for me, Mateo, not him. Or have you forgotten?

Are you okay? I sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling exhausted. "It's been a crazy day, Ciara. Really " crazy. "Tell me everything. What happened after the conference? Did you find out who she was?" I took a deep breath. "Her name is Victoria Rodriguez, almeda, girl And- she's gòt so many last names in the last thirty five ýears of her life And Ciara, the things she told me... I don't even

Victoria stated, removing her glasses and placing the test results on the table, while she approached me. After taking a seat beside me, Victoria leaned back on the sofa, carefully observing my expression. "When was your last menstrual cycle?" she inquired. I adjusted my position, placing my handbag beside me. "I think it was around two months ago, but it didn't seem like anything major," I mentioned. "Is there something I should be concerned about, Victoria?" Victoria Quinn was not just a personal doctor to me; she was like an elder sister, a guiding light in my life. Victoria was also a renowned cardiologist, celebrated with numerous awards in her field.

Victoria explained. “However, regarding my answer. Will I accept all of you as my mate? Yes, I would, because you are not my mates, but the mates of the powers and essence that lives inside me. Though I might consider them as just my powers, I know that they once had a presence of their own. So, I will try my best to cope up with this mate thing, even if I would have to give it my all. If I am a mate to one, then I am a mate to all. When I didn’t know of truth, I was reckless, but now I won’t act like this anymore. However, if you ask me that if I will be able to love you and accept you wholeheartedly like how I accept Alexander? Then it’s a clear no because no one will ever be able to take

She wore simple clothes, leather pants and a worn jacket and stood with the relaxed confidence of someone who knew how to fight but wasn't looking for one. "Maya Rodriguez," she said as I stepped into the clearing. Her voice was calm, measured. "Thank you for coming." "Who are you?" I demanded, staying at the edge of the circle. "My name is Victoria," she replied. "I'm a lieutenant in Elena's faction. Your mother sent me to find you." "Prove it," I said. "Prove my mother is alive."