Vince Vaughn Wiki Novels & Stories

"Let's discuss the events after the gala. You disappeared for three months. Where did you go?" "Montana. The media attention was overwhelming. I needed space." "During those three months, did Mr. Vaughn support you financially?" "No." "Where did you work?" "A diner. Minimum wage plus tips." "After dating a billionaire, you were suddenly working minimum wage. Were you angry at Mr. Vaughn?" "I was hurt. But I survived." "Did you want revenge?" "No. I wanted him to acknowledge his son." Victoria smiles. "Let's discuss Sienna Martinez. You know her?"

“What do you know about this Vaughn woman?” My ever -attentive personal assistant has pulled up her file. He clears his throat. “Her name is Selene Vaughn. She manages a small subsidiary of the Vaughn enterprises. She has no social media presence and doesn’t appear in any family photos online.” He pauses and exhales. “Rumours have it that she’s an outcast in her family. Her father is deceased, mother is admitted in a mental hospital. She’s pretty much a ghost.”

Vaughn takes the containers to the fridge and that’s when Jake pulls me to the door. “There’s something you have know about Priscilla.” I think I have developed a dislike for the name Priscilla. “You must know by now that Vaughn's speciality is Astrophysics. But because he called it off with Priscilla, her dad made sure to keep him in the ethics department.”

The Vaughn CEO had already met Charlotte and showing up with a different woman would raise questions I didn’t want to answer or even make me lose the contract. And moreover, where would I even find Charlotte? I was still mulling over how to handle it when something caught my attention on the television. I reached for the remote and raised the volume. “…in what sources are already calling one of the most unexpected sightings of the year. Billionaire CEO Alexander Vaughn was photographed this afternoon outside his corporate headquarters, publicly embracing an unidentified woman. Mr. Vaughn, who is widely known for his guarded private life and near-total absence from social media, was seen pull

She was a woman sitting at a broken desk in the middle of a stormy night waiting to disappear. From the edge of the road someone started clapping. Professor Vaughan stepped out from under a tree. His face was not smooth anymore; it had completely reverted to his academic features, his silver hair glittering with moisture, his expression twisted into a cold, triumphant smile. He didn't look like a template anymore; he looked like a landlord who had finally come to collect the keys to an evicted property. Vaughan said "The battery always dies, Miss Vance. A program can only run as long as the machine allows it. You were using their server and their electricity. Did you really think your story

Vaughn I had just finished making lunch for Keiran and packed everything up when I got a call. It was from Wren. Finally, she was calling me. She ignored me for days. I don’t waste any time before I pick up the call, but her following words shock me. “You have to be the biggest cheat, Vaughn. You are worse than our father.” she fires at me, and I blink in confusion, wondering if I heard her words well. I did. She just insulted me.

Angry. He approaches as I’m getting my keys out. “Ariana Vale?” “Yes?” “You destroyed Richard Vaughn. Ruined his life. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Chen moves. Fast. Steps between us. “Sir, please step back.” “I lost everything. My retirement. My savings. All of it in Vaughn’s fund. And now he’s in prison because of her. Because of her boyfriend’s vendetta.” “Sir, Ms. Vale had nothing to do with the investigation into Mr. Vaughn’s fraud—”

THE VILLAIN Written By: Rosapearl EPISODE FOURTEEN I was still checking myself in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on my door, I thought it was my mum again. she is never tired of an argument, she love to know everything going on. I don't blame her though that is how our family is. we carry each other burden. "Nor again mum" I yelled, Miller open the door and I was stunned to see Miller. I buried my face in my hand like a soldier that just lost a battle.

She was scrolling through her phone, probably checking messages from Sterling. Looking at her now, you would never guess she was the woman I saw screaming against a guest-room bed two nights ago. She looked so innocent. So untouchable. So fucking faithful. Vaughan sat at the head of the table. He was a wall of granite. He had his newspaper spread out, a cup of black coffee steaming beside him. He hadn't looked at me once since I sat down. Not even a glance. “What's the plan this morning?” my mom asked him, the same question she asks every day.

"You are quite a perceptive one, aren't you, Vaughan's mate? Y--" "It's Hilda." "Ah, and feisty too, with the spirit of a fighter. You weren't so at the the warehouse now, were you? I should have your head for touching my Link--" Vaughan roared, "Try it an--" "Your Link." I said, furious. "And not your puppet. You made her kill someone! And she's just a f*cking child, you know tha--" "How," he started, all calm, "I decide to treat my people is non of your business, Vaughan's mate. What should be is how you're going to win the war."