Novel & Cerita Victoria Vance

"You are late, Damien." ​The voice was crisp, dry, and carried the weight of someone who had never had to ask for anything twice in her seventy-five years. Victoria Vance sat in the high-backed armchair by the fireplace, her back perfectly straight, not even touching the cushions. She wore a sharp, charcoal-gray wool suit, and her silver hair was pinned back into a knot so tight it pulled the skin around her temple smooth. A single string of heavy pearls sat against her collarbone.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

My heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I watched Fiona step out of her car, smoothing down her designer dress, looking nervously around. A moment later, the heavy metal doors of the warehouse opened. A man stepped out. He was tall, dressed in an immaculate tailored suit, with slicked-back hair and a smile that looked like it had been painted on by a plastic surgeon. Victor Vance. "Fiona, my dear," his voice carried across the quiet pavement, smooth and dripping with artificial warmth. He took her hand, kissing the back of it. "You look absolutely exquisite. A perfect canvas. Your body structure is exactly what the international market is starving for. Come inside"

Can we see the file about the sister? Yes Julian said, wiping his glasses. He plugged a cable into the briefcase. The briefcase was locked,. We can still read the files. Julian tapped on his screen. A picture of a woman came up. Her name was Victoria Vance. She is in charge of a company. She has control over medical centers and security teams. Her name is Victoria Vance Julian said, reading from the screen. She is the boss of the Vance-Benson company. She has medical centers and security teams around the world. Lawrence looked at the screen. His hand started shaking. Victoria he whispered, Helen Vance named her after her mother.

I looked at her. "Unless you've forgotten... the step” The face drained of color immediately and my fingers loosened. She stepped back immediately. I straightened my jacket. "Much better." I turned toward the door. It opened before I reached it. A woman stood outside with one hand on the handle. She looked at me first. "Ms. Vance." A polite smile touched her lips. "I'm Victoria Ellis." I recognized her a moment later. Vogue. I'd seen her photograph often enough to know who she was.

"You thought that you could use Williams as a hostage to break my spirit. But you forgot that a shadow knows exactly how to move in the dark. Your vipers are out of holes." Victoria Vance slowly stood up from her chair, her fingers clutching her pearls so tightly the string snapped, the white orbs raining down across the mahogany table and bouncing onto the floor. Her aristocratic mask was gone, exposed on live international television as a monster who had tried to murder her own grandchild for a corporate chair. "Julian..." Victoria whispered, her voice cracking as she looked at the glowing board monitors. "You cannot do this. We are your blood. The family na

Her smile toward me was warm enough, but every nervous glance she sent Viktor made it obvious who truly terrified her. “We’re looking for red dresses,” Viktor said simply, his hand resting lightly against my lower back and the woman brightened immediately. “Oh, we have several stunning pieces. Your wife will look incredible.” Viktor’s gaze slid toward me. “She will.” Heat rushed into my cheeks so fast it almost embarrassed me. The saleswoman hurried off to gather options while Viktor remained beside me, calm and immovable like he belonged anywhere he stood. A few minutes later, she returned carrying several dresses draped over her arms.

Yet the wave of media just won’t let go of Linda, they wanted to know more about her injury. Almost five minute later, the car drove into the main road, the driver drove towards Orange pavilion. Yet Linda still maintained her helpless expression, even when there was no media around. For a minute, Lucy became worried, she was just clueless about what her mother was thinking, but then she caught a glance of her mother look very well, because underneath the helpless expression, there was actually an happy expression, an expression that belonged to a Victor.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

VICTOR Dea. Her name rang in my head like a symphony on repeat. I almost wished I had a tongue so I could roll the beautiful name off it and hear the way it sounded in my gruff, accentuated voice. She was human that was why she couldn't feel the electricity that passed between us. Even if she had felt it, her mind probably didn't linger too long on the sensation. She didn't know. She couldn't know.