Novel & Cerita Victoria Vance

Chantelle looked at Delcan, her heart racing. She had been hurt by her uncle and he's still hurting her, and she was wary of strangers. She didn't know if she could trust him, and she was afraid of what he might do. But there was something about him that drew her in, and she couldn't help but feel a connection. She wasn't sure what to do, but she knew she had to get away from him. Chantelle said No to him and turned to leave, but Delcan reached out and grabbed her arm. "Wait!" he said. Chantelle pulled away, her eyes wide. "Let go of me!" she shouted. Delcan was taken aback by her reaction. He had only wanted to talk to her, to explain himself. But he could see that he had scared her, and he

CHAPTER FIVE Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! That was the alarm clock. Ava reached for it blindly and punched it off. She pulled the duvet past her stomach as she sat up and wiped her eyes sore. She walked into the toilet where she urinated, washed her face, and came out again. The alarm clock which was in the drawer close to her bed gave her a beautiful memory. The alarm clock was her twenty-sixth birthday gift. It reminded her of her mom’s elder sister; Aunt Caroline, her favorite relative. She remembered how she had left her home in Puerto Rico and traveled down just to see her after she had been admitted to the hospital. Aunt Caroline had never left her side until the last day she was discharged. They

She crouched beside me, and I could see her eyes through the mask's lenses—bright with triumph and something that might have been genuine excitement. "You've been very helpful, Racheal." She reached out, almost tenderly, and brushed a strand of sweat-soaked hair from my face. I wanted to bite her, to rip her throat out with my teeth, but I couldn't even turn my head away. "Each time you use your power, you make it stronger. Every escape attempt, every surge of rage, every beautiful moment of Ghost Wolf fury—you've been feeding it. Growing it. Making it *perfect*."

I let go of him and he gasped for breath coughing loudly while handing me his phone I took it from him checking the pics and it was true, there were pics of them hugging, of Jaycob kneeling at the car pack with Annie, hugging him. And another at a high school, he was talking to a girl, a beautiful girl I've never seen before. She was so beautiful I was mesmerized. "Who is this girl?" I asked looking at my beta. "Her name is Victoria, she goes to the same school as prince Jason sir. That day when prince Jason came home hurt, he had a fight with because of this same girl and there are many other photos of her with Jaycob too,"

"Isla?" Tears carve trails down her dirty face, looking at me with disbelief, "Zac?" I scoop her up bridal style, cradling her body to my chest, inhaling her scent. The tiny zaps of electricity I thought I'd never feel again dance across my skin as I pull her closer. My eyes rake over her, scabs in the form of symbols carved into her chest, arms, and legs. My chest constricts at the sight of her; varying degrees of silver burns are around her wrists and ankles, and small cuts and bruises color her dull skin. I don't let the thoughts of what she's been through steal the happiness of having her back in my hold.

"BOSS! CONTACT WEST! EIGHT VEHICLES BREACHING OUTER PERIMETER! THEY DIDN'T FOLLOW THE DRONE! THEY ARE COMING STRAIGHT FOR US! I REPEAT, THEY ARE COMING STRAIGHT FOR THE BUNKER DOOR!" The first team in the quarry was a decoy. Victoria knew we would trap them. She sent them to make us feel safe. To make us use our C4. To make us think we won. The real team was here. And on the lead SUV's thermal camera, we could see a woman stepping out. Tall, black dress, perfect hair even in the mountain wind. Victoria Vance. She was here herself. She had not chased the drone. She came for us directly. Julian pulled his gun up and checked the magazine. He looked at me, and for

I turned around and Channing was standing there with hurt in her eyes. "Yes. Her mate is Richard Brickenden." "You mean John R. E. Brickenden?" She asked, tilting her head with confusion. "What's the R and the E for?" Was his name really not Richard Brickenden? "Richard Earkenhait. We had a run in with him back when I was just a kid." So she didn't lie about her mate, but she never told us what her mate did. She was hiding something. "Do you know what she's the Founder of?"

Her bright blue eyes carried a sharp, calculating intelligence that felt eerily familiar. "You look as commanding as ever, Alexander," the woman said, her voice smooth, smoky, and laced with a subtle French accent. Alexander’s posture instantly stiffened, his blue-gray eyes turning ice-cold as his jaw set into a hard line. "Victoria." Victoria Vance–the younger sister of Julian and Harrison Vance, and the undisputed legal head of Vance Global’s international investment branch in Geneva. Unlike her brother Julian, who relied on old-fashioned threats and political favors, Victoria was known in the global banking world as a quiet, cold, and lethal corporate preda

She had done this to us. Victoria scooped Martin into her arms. "Don't cry, or I'll leave you for good." She carried him toward his room and shot me an ugly glare over her shoulder. I watched them disappear down the hallway, and my thoughts grew more tangled with each passing second. Had I made the right choice? What I almost did before Martin stopped me… would that have been right? Was I acting irrationally? Victoria might have made some indecent videos for money, but she had always drawn a line she refused to cross. She rejected any request that might lead to sex. She had not cheated on me either. Her reason had always been the same. She wanted to make more money and ease my burden.

Her head snapped to the side, her platinum hair falling over her eyes, a sharp red mark instantly spreading across her cheek. The guards shifted, but Damian raised a single hand, keeping everyone back. Victoria slowly turned her head back toward me, wiping a tiny speck of blood from the corner of her lip. Instead of anger, her eyes burned with pure, unadulterated madness. "Hit me all you want, Mrs. Vance," Victoria purred, her smile growing wider and more sinister. "It doesn't change the terms." "What terms?" Damian demanded, stepping up beside me, his broad hand resting over the small of my back in absolute support.