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From then on, I became known as "the Baldwins' little daughter" After our reunion, Carter naturally took the luggage from my hands and gazed at Victoria in my arms. He asked, "She looks just like you when you were young. What's her name?" In my previous life, I had named my daughter Felicity. The name meant that I hoped she could achieve her heart's desires and get everything she wanted, which also became my own wish. But later, no matter how much I hoped until my dying day, I never received Tristan's love. "Her name is Vicky, Victoria Pearce."

"Look at the other bracelet." Ava looked at the second baby. The letters were different. V.C. Victoria's face went pale. Ava turned. "Why would my sister have your initials?" Victoria whispered, "Because she was named after me." Ava's heart pounded. "Victoria." "No." Victoria's voice broke. "Her name was supposed to be Victoria." Ava stared at her. "Then why did you call me Ava?" "Because..." Victoria hesitated. "...the names were switched." Ava's blood ran cold.

he said one night, his hand resting on my growing belly. "I've been thinking about that." I smiled. "What about Hope? Or Grace?" "That sounds beautiful, but I think her name should mirror the circumstances around her birth and how she came out victorious." "Oh, I get it now..." The corners of my lips pulled into a smirk. "You want to name Victory? Her nickname could be Tori or something of that nature." "Victory, Victoria..." He thought about it for a while as he took my legs into his lap slowly and began to massage. "Well... I'll still keep my options open."

Brandon looked at the detective waiting for him to ask whatever he wanted. “Please give us the full name of the woman.” Brandon got stuck, he didn’t know what Victoria’s last name was. Did her kind even have a last name? he didn’t know. “Her name is Victoria Roberts; she took my last name and never told me hers. She is an orphan though and I have no friends here as she is not from here.” The detectives shared a look. “You know what, I will find her myself since its clear that you don’t want to help.” Brandon snapped then left the detectives standing there and went out with his security detail.

She's had a rough year, going through so much pain and heartbreak however she always says she would go back and do it again because the end result was her daughter. "Where's Victoria?" I questioned Jane's dad as I put my stuff down. He pointed to the basket that was near the sofa. Shit, I must need glasses because I did not see that. I walked over and looked down at the little angel sleeping. Victoria. She was named after the Lycan who gave up her life for her and her grandma- Jane's mum. "Don't wake her up." Williams said before he exited the room. He seemed to be in a bad mood today but I didn't care so I didn't ask.

So, I nodded my head. “Victoria…” “Yes…” “What will be your no our daughter’s name?” I asked placing my hand lightly on her abdomen. “Amora…” “That is a beautiful name… how did you come up with it?” “Oh…That…Albert had decided to keep this name since he loved our baby very much… no I meant… that Alex…” “Just keep your mouth shut, Victoria! How can you be so shameless.” I roared and stormed out of the room. I had got the answers I wanted. I knew that Alex would never lie to me, plus master had supported him as well.

Things are good right now, and I'm happy with the news of the baby. I really am. "Victor," Roman echoes, looking at me. "I like that. A lot." "Victor Roman." "Ugh. No. I don't want him named after me." "You're his father." "That's so old-fashioned. How about Victor Nikolai?" I laugh. "After me?" "Sure." "It's an English name and a...what? Russian name?" "Why not? People are naming their kids after objects, Nikki." "Some objects have nice names."

“That’s just paperwork. Say helloooooo to Mildred and Helga Kensington –“ “Don’t you dare –“ I hiss, pushing against him, unable to stop the giggles that bubble out of me – “we are not naming one Helga –“ “Oh, we are,” he whispers, wicked, “whichever one is prettier, she gets the really ugly name –“ “Child abuse! Horrible!” I shriek, but Victor silences me with a kiss, his lips warm and laughing, and I kiss him back, knowing that despite his big words he’ll let me name them whatever I want.

For who would dare to speak against my father, who raised me to be a Blackwood. What a man he was… His name was Victor, and he made sure to never forget that. He told himself—and me—that he could not lose anything as long as his name was Victor. He was to be victorious in all he did, and never failed when he wanted to do a thing. That made him a man of respect before all who knew him, and I knew I wanted to be greater than that.

I asked. Victoria hated that nickname. She thought it sounded like a name a hooker or a drug addict would use. She preferred being called Tori or by her full name because it sounded sophisticated. The moment she didn’t care that I’d called her by a name she hated and instead zoned in on making Uma look bad, I knew she was the liar. “She did it because she knew I called you after how she behaved. She wanted to make me look back, and she succeeded.” That was a good explanation, but I had grown up with Victoria. I knew she was an impeccable actress. Her father had been the right hand of my father. She had grown up in the English mafia all her life.