Victoria Vance Novels & Stories

Victoria closed her eyes, her hands gripping the armrests of her chair until her knuckles turned bone-white. "Unbelievable," she hissed, her voice vibrating heavily as she restrained her boiling fury. "Who... who is the bastard that dared to ruin my son's future?! And why didn't Julian sever his head that very day?!" "It wasn't that simple, Ma'am," I replied bitterly. "The man is incredibly powerful and has impenetrable security. His name is Ryder Vance. The CEO of Vance Group in Chicago." Mrs. Victoria's eyes snapped open. The shock on her face vanished, instantly replaced by a cold, calculating glare that was identical to Julian's whenever he was about to destroy someone.

"We'll make a brief appearance, drop our donation check, and then—" "Kalix, darling!" The sharp, high-pitched voice cut off his sentence. I didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. Victoria Vance stepped into our path, wearing a dramatic, blood-red gown with a plunging neckline. Her blonde hair was styled into tight, perfect waves, and her eyes were fixed on Kalix like a hawk tracking its prey. Standing right next to her was an older man with grey hair, a sharp pinstripe suit, and a face that looked like it was carved out of granite.

The fierce, heavy possessiveness from our night in the silk sheets hadn't faded; it had just settled into a low, burning ember beneath his skin. "Zero is on the line," I said, breaking the silence as a sharp, double-tone chime echoed from my terminal. A digitized, distorted frequency crackled over the speakers. "Aria. Thorne," Zero’s voice came through, stripped of all humanity by the scrambler. "The Vance estate sweep is complete. Victoria didn't just run; she pulled her entire deep-cover network off the grid. She knows the core ledger data leaked at the masquerade has ruined her reputation with the high table. She's cornered. And a cornered viper doesn't look for a hiding spot —she looks f

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

"Victoria Vance. It appears the state-subsidized housing unit we assigned her in the outer districts was merely a front to avoid further asset seizures. She used an old, encrypted satellite phone registered to her husband’s former personal assistant to authorize the release of the Zurich liquidity the moment the news of your registry signing with Ms. Betiang went public. She isn't trying to rebuild Zenith, sir. This is purely a retaliatory strike designed to tank the Aria Initiative's South American launch margins." I let out a short, sharp laugh that sounded like dry iron sliding over stone. Victoria Vance. A broke, ruined old

—Serena, this is my cousin Vanessa. When he introduced us, I immediately felt that dark vibe as if he considered me a rival, something I thought was stupid, I gave her my best smile and offered her my hand but she looks at it as if it was garbage and turns her back to me, pissed I did the same and pushed her away from Antton, she immediately pulled out her claws and looked at me with her red eyes.

She had to disappear. When I walked back into the main room, Silas was waiting with a middle-aged woman holding a professional makeup kit, a high-end hair stylist, and a man holding a massive tablet. "Vivian Vance was a creature of local courtrooms. She wore sensible heels, low-key jewelry, and kept her dark hair pinned back," Silas said, finally turning to look at me. His grey eyes scanned me coldly, assessing a product. "She was predictable. Elegant, but plain enough not to distract the jury. Lady Veronica Vance is none of those things."

My will crumbled as I experienced a mixture of shame and pleasure from his ministrations. "Please… Please stop…" I pleaded as a final resort, but he didn't look like he was going to stop any moment. Instead, he quickened and intensified his assault on me, sending me deeper into a state of ecstasy. I thought that I was doomed for sure. However, right at that moment, there was another knock on the door, and I could hear Damon's mother, Jennifer Reyes, calling out to me kindly at the door. "Vicky! I brought over some of your favorite cottage pie. But why is Renee crying so hard? Come out and check on her, will you?"

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