Romans & histoires Victoria Salvatore

she murmured. Jackson smiled. “When I'm done here, I'll buy you a present.” “Okay. I'll be waiting,” Victoria replied tenderly. But she didn't reveal the secret: she was already in Salvador. And deep down, she wanted to see with her own eyes how far Vivian would go to seduce Jackson. Victoria was getting ready to rest when her cell phone vibrated again. When she answered, a soft voice sounded on the other end: “Hello, Mrs. Carson, this is Abbie, a flight attendant with Latam.”

Marco’s gaze hardened as he pulled away from her, flabbergasted that she would say something like that. “Are you sure?” Sofia stood up before him, her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks blotchy. “You continue with this behavior of yours where you are deliberately going against Salvatore’s orders and he would have no choice but to kill you. You would force his hand because he cannot have his enemies and allies think he is weak or soft to any sort of traitor because your actions would affect the safety of everyone else. Of Victoria, Michele, Aurora, Marina, Irene, Demetrio,”

Victoria said, looking closely at the girl who looked younger than her. Rita darted her sharp eyes at the people beside Evan closely. “Victoria, Isn't he Viso D’Angelo? The business tycoon from Florence.” Victoria gave her mother a look of incredulity. “Mom, I am worried about that girl and you are staring at Viso D’Angelo. Leave him, he is already married to Isabel Ruiz…” “Victoria.” Nancy Rossi’s voice interrupted Victoria and she ate her words. “Yes, Mom?” Turning around she acted like the perfect daughter-in-law.

Victoria stood in the doorway with the weapon held steady in both hands. She wore a silk robe, her blonde hair falling loose around her shoulders, and her face was a mask of calculated fury. "Well," she said softly, almost conversationally. "Isn't this interesting." Damien stepped in front of Mia without thinking, his body becoming a shield. "Victoria. Put the gun down." "How touching," Victoria said, her eyes never leaving Mia. "The protective billionaire. The savior. Tell me, Damien, how long have you two been fucking behind my back?"

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,

“They ruined my life. I won’t spare them… I just have one more year left. I will be holding the heads of the two devils….. General Puro and Lord Lucifer,” she murmured inwardly. “You’re sitting on the wrong foot,” someone murmured. She turned and saw Salvatore and she hissed…. “How is that your business? Just mind your own business!” Vera yelled, standing up and charging to punch him. Salvatore spun her around and slammed her to the floor. She scrambled up and tried to fight again, but Salvatore pushed her against the wall, lifting her feet off the ground and pinning her shoulders and back flat.

Her hair was sleek, falling over her shoulders in careful waves, and she was dressed in a fitted black suit that gave her an air of authority. She looked from Astor to Charlotte before finally speaking. “Mr. and Mrs. Harrington. My name is Victoria Calloway. I believe you knew my sister, Susan.” Charlotte exchanged a glance with Astor before replying, “Knew her? She spent years trying to ruin our lives.” Victoria’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Yes, Susan was always… determined. But I didn’t come here to fight or bring up old wounds. I just want answers.” Astor folded his arms. “Answers to what, exactly?”

Other 'witnesses' who were on the street – well dressed women I hadn't noticed before, started filming everything with their phones, agreeing with Victoria. That's when it all became clear to me. The crash, the provocations, the slap... Everything had been planned. "So you followed me and set all this up?" I asked, my voice laden with disbelief and anger. Victoria approached, whispering just for me to hear: "What do you think? Did you think it was a coincidence to run into you? Now the whole world will see who you really are." She spoke loudly again for the cameras: "This is Sophia Morgan, the supposed new businesswoman, a dangerous woman who was once my assistant in the past, she has also b

Like I’d just stepped onto the edge of something delicate and dangerous. She reached into her leather purse and pulled out a business card. Sleek. Black. Matte. The gold lettering shimmered faintly in the sunlight as she handed it to me. Victoria Conti Vittoria Gallery – Curator | Private Mentor “We’ll see again,” she said, and turned, heels clicking softly against the stone path as she walked away. I watched her go—shoulders relaxed, posture confident, not once looking back. Her scent lingered faintly in the air: something floral and unfamiliar.

The seductive aura I had spent days mastering pulsed gently beneath my skin, making the air around me feel warmer, heavier. Victoria rose from her sleek reception desk like a coiled snake in designer heels. Sharp features, perfectly tailored red suit, and eyes that assessed me with clinical disdain. “Seraphina Voss. You’re the new girl. I’m Victoria Lang, senior executive coordinator. I’ve survived three of Damien’s assistants. Try not to be number four.”