Victoria Salvatore Novels & Stories

Victoria commented, her eyes roaming over Halle’s body with a satisfied smirk. “Uh...” Halle was tongue-tied by the woman’s forwardness and compliment, how did she manage to mix an almost insult and compliment at the same time? Probably something only someone related to Xavier would be able to pull off. She took Halle’s hand in hers suddenly and shook it, “I am Victoria Guerriero, that asshole’s cousin and also the designer of your dress,” “I...Know,” Halle said slowly finding it really hard not to fawn and fan girl over the woman while she spoke.

But the truth was glaring right at me. It was a picture of her. She was in a beautiful wedding dress, looking like a goddess. And she was smiling. A real smile. Not the fake one she used to give me. And she was with a man who looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. Damian Moretti. The name was familiar. Very familiar. I scrolled through the article, my anger rising with every word. "Bianca Salvatore, only daughter of billionaire Julio Salvatore, CEO of Salvatore Corp, married Damian Moretti, heir to the Moretti Empire, in a lavish ceremony today in Los Angeles."

“She’s already dripping for both De Lucas. I moaned. I couldn’t help it. Salvatore’s voice crackled over the line. Vittorio’s eyes narrowed. “What?” he snapped. “No, I don’t care what she’s doing. Tell her to cancel the fucking interview. I’ve got better things to do—” His fingers slid deeper. I gasped again, back arching. Valentino leaned against the doorframe, tongue running across his teeth. Vittorio growled into the phone, “I said—tell her I’ve got a fiancée now.”

“Even if I wanted to… I can’t just leave. Luciano will find me. He’ll kill me. And he’ll make it hurt.” “Not if you’re with us,” I said, my voice steady. “You don’t know me, but my name is Victoria Bella Volkov. My husband, Vincenzo, doesn’t let anyone hurt the people he protects. If you help us, we’ll get you out of this, and we’ll keep you safe.” She laughed bitterly. “Help you? What do you want from me? I’m nothing but a broken woman with no options. What could I possibly do for you?”

“You think you won? I made sure there would never be another child to dilute the bloodline. I paid the doctor to give you something that night. But the idiot saved one embryo anyway. Insurance, he called it. Pathetic.” I stepped forward, heart hammering so hard it felt like it would crack my ribs. “You’re lying. You can’t just destroy a life like that.” “Can’t I?” Victoria smiled, cold and triumphant. “Watch me.” She reached into her pocket with her free hand and pulled out her phone. Her thumb hovered over the screen. Damian’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “If you make that call, I will end you right here. Security is already on the way.”

"Vincenzo and Salvatore are a cancer that must be excised." Vittoria DeLuca had always been a force to be reckoned with. Our history was fraught with battles and skirmishes, but now, with a common enemy, she offered her assistance. The irony was not lost on me—the woman who had once been my adversary was now my potential savior. "We have a mutual interest in seeing Vincenzo and Salvatore fail," she said, her voice like velvet. "And I have resources that could be... beneficial to your cause."

Sophia smiles and cups my face, “he never let you go, so don’t let him go.” “B-but he said-…” Sophia chuckles and rises to her feet, her amused eyes peering into mine. “I’m sorry, who are you, and what have you done with Valerie? You know the selfish she-wolf, who takes what she wants when she wants. The independent woman who finds danger at every turn? The woman who speaks her mind no matter who it hurts. The woman I’ve come to admire greatly?” She’s right. I’m selfish, so why the hell should I care what he wants?! I want Jaxson, and I’ll have him. I don’t give a shit what he wants.

The club was loud and energetic with thumping music that vibrated through the air, flashing lights illuminated the crowd on the dance floor, where people moved in sync with the beat, looking like they were having the best time. Others were making out, oblivious to everyone around them. “This way,” he gestures for me to go towards the staircase. The staircase is dimly lit with neon lights. “Salvatore!” A woman in a very short white dress with a pixie haircut rushes towards him. Arms wide open. “You brought her? Oh, my goddess, you’re more beautiful in person. Hi, I’m Vivian,” she beams with a smile, coming to hug me, but Salvatore shakes his head.

Salvatore was still in a depth of confusion as his gaze hovered around her. He moved closer to her. "Salvatore please I beg you, I love you so much, I never did any of that? I'm innocent, she was trying to kill me so I won't be with you." She said in deep breaths panting as though she had just engaged in a marathon. "Chloe." Salvatore called with a low tune, as a smile painted her lips. It was as though there was an extraordinary connection between the both of them that made her smile when he called even when she was unconscious.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”