Novel & Cerita Victoria Vance

responded Wallace in anger, conveying his frustration at the elusive target. "What happened?" inquired Thalia, displaying a genuine interest in the details. "We can't look for a face we don't know. Maybe she passed by me, and I smiled at her," Wallace insinuated, unraveling the complexity of their pursuit. "We need a face, Thalia. A face." "Listen, Detective," Thalia stood up, her posture exuding a sense of command. "I have never met Gabriella before. I told you everything I know about that woman. Because of me, you managed to capture tons of her cocaine."

I answered. “You got into an accident, Miss. You were hit by a vehicle, but many believe that it’s not just an accident. So, until now, the investigation is still ongoing. It has been almost a month that you were unconscious, Miss so we’re thankful now that you’re awake. You don’t have an idea how worried we are,” the maid answered. “What again did you call me a while ago? What’s my name?” I asked. “You are Miss Victoria. Victoria Katherine Mera, the unica hija of the chief,” she answered. Wait, what? Did I hear it correctly? Victoria Katherine Mera? The antagonist on the story ‘Roses & Thorns’?! Am I still dreaming?

Alexandra says. She notices Gerald face morph into a small smile. "Alexs. Chris asked me to call you." A third party, interrupt them. Putting a stop to there conversation. Alexandra quickly turns back, only to see a suspicious look on Karis face. Typical of Karis. "We will see before I leave," Gerald says with a calm smile. ________________________🖊 Alexandra is currently in front of the main building listening to WAP by Cardi B ft Megan Thee Stallion. Since the music was released, she couldn't stop herself from listening to it.

Her name was Victoria Vance. She was the sharp, elegant daughter of Don Vance, a human mafia leader who controlled the city's eastern ports. Though her father held significant power, his territory was nothing compared to Dante Leone's absolute reign over Blackhaven. For years, the Vance family had desperately tried to merge their businesses, eager to lock down a permanent political alliance with the most dangerous man in the city. Victoria possessed a stunning, icy beauty, clad in a crimson silk robe with diamonds around her neck. But beneath her polished exterior lay pure, arrogant ambition.

She lets out a dramatic sigh and sits back down on her cream-colored sofa. "You always were too dramatic for your own good, Alyssa," Victoria scoffs, crossing her fur-covered arms. "I am only reminding you of who you are. You are a Vance. You do not let a man—even a wealthy monster like Alexander Sterling—lock you away like a quiet little mouse. You need to use your head and secure our family lines before Monday morning."

A revenge is from bottom of my heart and I just hate it when people judge about my revenge based on my fear, I am trying to relax myself as my tension is getting higher and higher before bursting out, A large hand of a person opened the door letting me to expose to world an by giving a hand to me. I know him,He is my darling, My saviour, Xander Conwell,The CEO of Conwell & Co. My best friend beside Jen with whom I shared my past, with whom I am going to achieve my vengeance towards the person I hate, his touch made my nerves calm, and gave a rise of hope that I can do it and also assurance that he is with me in every decision of my path, with a smile on my face I get down my car with help o

Unbeknownst to them, Victor didn’t care if Victoria’s root was exposed as it would only drag Vance to his grave. “I will make you pay for it.” Victoria screamed when she saw the news. Vance was still in prison but he managed to ask someone's help to make Victoria regain her sight and have prosthetic legs so she could carry out their revenge.

"Damon, darling! There you are!" The voice was sweet, cultured, and holds the precise register of a weapon being uncased. Damon forced his expression into a bored, polite veneer as he turned toward the sound. Victoria Vance was gliding toward him, looking undeniably radiant, her confidence radiating off her like a physical heat. She was wearing a sheer, gold-sequined gown that barely qualified as clothing, designed to ensure every eye in the room followed her trajectory. She was flanked by a muted entourage of high-society sycophants, a human buffer zone that dissolved as she approached him.

Valkyrie's POV Twenty-four hours earlier. The air in the tea room in South Yarra was sweet, heavy with the smell of crushed chamomile and costly silk. Outside, Melbourne's skyline remained dry and was illuminated by the pale gold of a fading autumn afternoon, totally ignorant of the storm which was waiting to tear my life apart. Victoria Vance was sitting across the low marble table. She held her porcelain cup with a carelessness that was at the same time terrifying, her platinum blonde bob cut so precisely that it appeared to have been carved from ice.

The apartment was already buzzing. Two assistants were setting up racks of white lace, silk swatches, and thick leather-bound albums on the obsidian coffee table. Sitting on the velvet sofa, holding a porcelain teacup like it was a weapon, was a woman in her late sixties with silver hair styled to perfection and a face carved out of bitter ice. Victoria Vance. The matriarch of the family. Beside her stood Marcus, looking pale, tired, and thoroughly miserable. When I walked into the room, the clinking of teacups immediately stopped.