Victoria Vance 소설 & 이야기

Three years later “That was great, Vintah!” the gay designer named Dacy Santino cheered in glee. He followed her to the dressing room after waiting for her for hours to come out of the studio. The paid photoshoot wrapped up successfully. Dacy owned the store that was getting more popular since she became the brand ambassador. Vintah was Minah’s stage name. Her agency, Bold & Beautiful suggested it. A few months after her reconstructive plastic surgery three years ago, she jumped right into catwalk training.

I know I shouldn't have worn this skirt, I can't even breathe freely in them let alone work, the heels weren't helping either, I couldn't help but to fasten my pace ,it was my first day at Vance holding and I couldn't help but frown about my choice of clothes or rather the one that was imposed on me by jenny my house mate to , I've known her since uni days. She's literally the family I never had , Jenny is beautiful, her lips are full as that of a plum ,she is breath taking and she knows it. she was actually the one that told me about the opening at Vance holding, the most powerful real estate developer in the state. she has been my guide without her I wonder what my life would be like as a

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.

Alex said, walking behind me as we exited the gym. I panted, sweat dripping down my face.. “It's just the gym, Alex” Suddenly her phone began to ring. I turned to look at her, my brow furrowed. “It's him isn't it?” Alex nodded, picking up the call. “Hello, cuz?” “Where's Vanessa?” He barked through the phone. “Give me that” I whispered, taking the phone away from her. “Hello Damien it's okay I will be home in a few minutes”

I slowed my steps, my heart beating faster as my grandfather's warning echoed in my mind: You are in a den of wolves now, Emily. I pulled back behind a heavy decorative pillar and peeked around the corner. Standing in the hallway was my uncle Daniel, looking unusually agitated. Standing opposite him was a tall, sharply dressed woman with styled dark hair and high heels. She looked to be in her mid-forties, carrying an air of ruthless arrogance. I recognized her face from the business magazines I had skimmed in the study—it was Victoria Vance, the vice-chair of the Wesley Corporation board and one of my grandfather's oldest business associates.

"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."

He looked right through the crack and locked eyes with me. ​My breath completely vanished. I couldn't move. ​Vance didn't stop. He didn't even flinch. A dark, wicked smirk spread across his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. Keeping dead eye contact with me, he violently shifted his grip, pulling my mother’s hips higher so I had a perfect, unobstructed view. ​"Vance!" my mom cried out, completely oblivious. ​"Take it, Claire," Vance ordered, his voice low and rough, but his eyes never left mine.

The morning sun hit the tall glass windows of the Vance Enterprise command center, filling the large room with bright golden light. Outside, the city moved below like a busy machine. Ships glided into the deep water docks of Port Apex, carrying fresh cargo under the new Sterling-Vance flag. Victoria stood before the central screen, wearing a tailored navy blue blazer with matching trousers. Her dark hair was pulled into a neat low ponytail, highlighting her calm, sharp expression. Her red ruby ring caught the sunlight as she rested her hand against the edge of the smooth glass table.

"Victoria Vance, you are under arrest for money laundering, market manipulation, and corporate fraud across three jurisdictions." "This isn't over, Sienna!" Victoria shrieked as the officers began turning her toward the waiting police cruisers. "Your mother chose me! She chose Vanguard Apex over you!" "She didn't choose you, Victoria," a soft, trembling voice rang out from the shadow of the air-stairs. Everyone turned. Eleanor Vance stood at the base of the plane's boarding steps, her pale hands clutching the railing. Tears tracked down her worn, delicate face as she looked past the police officers, her eyes locking onto Sienna.

That after everything—the betrayal, the heartbreak, the courtroom drama, and Victoria’s desperate attempt to reclaim Riley—we had finally earned rest. But peace, I’ve learned, is often just the pause before another storm. And his name was Christian Vance.