Victoria Vance Novels & Stories

Elena watched a blurred human shape cross the frame, then a clearer figure—taloned in heels—sweep into view. “Hannah, freeze it at 4:03,” Damian said. Hannah tapped. The frame locked. The figure in the frame steadied—it was Victoria. Her coat was draped over an arm; she passed the desk with purposeful steps. She paused near PC-14, looked down, and then—this is what made Elena’s throat close—she tapped the keyboard. Victoria’s head turned slightly as if checking the corridor, then she moved on. “Is that Victoria?” Elena whispered, the word spilled like an accusation and a plea.

Victoria said, pointing to a house on the left-hand side of the street, "Park up here. Come on, let's go!" She urged him to park in the driveway, her excitement was infectious. She got out of the car and waited for him to follow. "Have you got the bottle?" Victoria practically skipped around the car like an excited child. She wore a wavy black dress that matched her hair and make-up, echoing her old goth days. Her pale skin always looked good against black clothes as Lucas's eyes naturally trailed to her legs as she skipped. Lucas held up a bottle of whisky as he exited the car and locked the door.

The depth of the hatred Sarah felt for this woman was the only thing keeping her upright. Victoria Vance is stripping Sarah of her home, her food, and her dignity. She is treating the divorce like a corporate liquidation. As the movers carry out the last of the furniture, Chloe Bishop is pulling into the driveway. How will Chloe react when she sees the Grayson family's close business associate bullying her best friend into a corner?

Victoria stood at the backstage feeling nervous, she would soon be introduced to her new colleagues, she knows her ex husband works here also, in as much she had hated him for the past two years, but that didn't stop her from knowing all his daily activities and engagement. She came to seek the revenge she desired for the past two years. Her only prayer is that God should help her through, because she knows how irresistible and domineering he can be... After some minutes of contemplating if she should go ahead or not, she heard Mr Elijah, the manager of AZ organization introduce her to everyone.

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

Chang I came to know that Victoria was busy getting dressed in changing room, hearing which I decided to wait for her outside. “Ethan?” she whispered my name as soon as our eyes meet “Victoria, stage name VICKY, Age 26, Nationality American, Worked with Selena Escort Agency for 2 years, until you got into ‘Dark Angels’ which is run by Margaret, who started gaining you all rich and powerful clients for another year more, one of your such client ‘Kabir Dewan’ the billionaire and business tycoon of Information Technology sector helped you to kick start your modeling career which finally ended you up here…. In my company, Knight. Inc” I told her everything in one breath however there was no expr

​I grabbed the page from Lars's hand, my eyes scanning the corporate registry at the bottom of the document. ​Receiver: Apex Global Sports Acquisitions LLC. Managing Partner: Victoria Vance. ​I froze. My tablet nearly slipped from my fingers as my mind processed the name on the screen. ​Victoria Vance. ​Lars’s daughter. Rhys’s cousin. The woman who had spent the last three months working in our Seattle office, helping us secure the encrypted backup drives, tracking down Arthur's files, and pretending to be our most loyal ally in the war against my father.

Chapter 177 Victoria’s POV “Victoria,” Vanessa calls to me and I turn around. She hugs me. “So good to see you. Thank you so much for the gift. I know doing that was sacrifice for you.” “I was happy to get you something off the registry. I am so sorry I couldn’t arrive in person. I had finals and work. Mrs. Laine offered to fly me down, but the tips at Christmas time, I can’t pass up those,” I lie better than I thought I could.

It was the tap-tap-tap of a silver spoon against a delicate teacup. ​Elara froze, her heart stopping as she slowly turned her head toward the shadow of Julian's private study at the back of the room. ​Sitting in the plush leather armchair by the unlit fireplace, her tailored gray Chanel suit immaculate, her silver hair styled into a perfect, razor-sharp bob, was Julian’s mother, Victoria Sterling, the matriarch and majority shareholder of the entire Vance Financial conglomerate. She didn't look like a printing machine; she looked like a multi-billionaire who had never lost a negotiation in her life.

“I need to take this call; I’ll be back.” I swallowed the sudden knot of anxiety in my throat and forced a smile. “Go. I can handle myself.” He gave me a warning look before turning and disappearing through the door. “Mrs Cross.” Victoria greeted me as she approached. “I was hoping to get a chance to talk to you without your husband hovering.” “It’s my honor, Mrs. Vance,” I replied, managing a smooth and confident smile. “Please, call me Victoria.” For the next five minutes, I poured every ounce of my energy into charming her, and to my relief, her icy demeanor slowly began to thaw. She smiled, nodding along with my points. I was actually holding my ground.