Vince Vaughn Wiki Novels & Stories

Riya said, her words shameless and unapologetic. " I knew that you would help me Granny, thank you so much. " Zick with a hidden smirk. " I know that guy, Maxwell Williams. He is the first richest trillionaire in this country which makes you the second richest person in this country." " Don't worry, I'm helping you because you've changed into a good boy. " Riya said. " Just give me a week to sort everything out okay? Go and freshen up and come down for breakfast okay? "

he said, his voice dripping with a cold, aristocratic impatience as he snapped his laptop shut a fraction of an inch. "I am incredibly sorry," Victoria murmured, her voice sounding unusually thick and hollow. "I had something urgent to take care of before I could make it across the grid." As she stepped into the direct path of the ambient light, De Vaughn’s sharp eyes easily caught the physical remnants of her evening. Her face was visibly swollen, her nose crooked beneath a layer of fresh medical tape, and the faint, dark purple outlines of claw marks were poorly concealed along her neck. Yet, true to his ruthless, self absorbed nature, he didn't care to ask what had actually transpired. He

"Don’t act like you know me that well." "Perhaps not, but I’m a psychologist, after all. Understanding human nature and behavioral patterns is my job." 'What does that make me? Some kind of study object?' Vaughn grinned maliciously, losing interest in the conversation. He glanced absentmindedly at his watch and rose to his feet. "I’ll leave first. There are still matters I need to attend to." "Go ahead."

Red lights blinked to life. Three. Two. One. Live. Elaine opened the segment with practiced calm. “Good morning, and welcome to The Frontline. I’m Elaine Winters. Today’s broadcast features a breaking debate between two very powerful figures: Victoria Vaughn, founder of Vaughn Worldwide Media and self-declared whistleblower of Carter Enterprises… and Liam Carter, current CEO of Carter Enterprises, joined by strategic partner Ava Davis.” The camera panned to us. Elaine smiled politely. “Let’s begin.”

BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET WIFE HIDDEN IN PSYCHIATRIC FACILITY. I swiped to the next. WHO IS THE REAL MRS. VAUGHN? Another swipe brought more of the same. QUESTIONS SURROUND NATHANIEL VAUGHN'S PRIVATE LIFE. EXCLUSIVE: RECORDINGS AND CLAIMS EMERGE ABOUT MARIAH VAUGHN. I kept scrolling through different publications and reporters, all circling the same carefully crafted questions and sensational angles. What settled inside me that moment wasn't shock. It was disgust. Of all the weapons he could have chosen, he had chosen Mariah.

Victoria stood at the backstage feeling nervous, she would soon be introduced to her new colleagues, she knows her ex husband works here also, in as much she had hated him for the past two years, but that didn't stop her from knowing all his daily activities and engagement. She came to seek the revenge she desired for the past two years. Her only prayer is that God should help her through, because she knows how irresistible and domineering he can be... After some minutes of contemplating if she should go ahead or not, she heard Mr Elijah, the manager of AZ organization introduce her to everyone.

Author’s P.o.v Vaughn monitored the CCTV in his house on an iPad while in his vehicle. He knew when Aria slept and how Sandra walked in to wake her up. He watched them step out and every other drama displayed by the both of them. When he saw her step into his room like a thief, he thought she must have been looking for the file that joined them together to steal, so he watched closely. He scoffed, “This is why I never trust women.”

Something in it releases. Not completely. But enough. Vaughn studies me for a long moment. “You really aren’t him,” he says. I shake my head. “No.” Not anymore. Not ever. “Go back to your family,” I tell him. He blinks. “What?” “Vlad and Victorina,” I say. “They still have you. Don’t waste that because of something you couldn’t stop.” Vaughn’s throat tightens slightly. “You’re sure?” “Yeah,” I answered. “I am.”

Tristian Vaughn, first heir of the Vaughn family, the ruthless predator of the business world. He specialized in striking when his targets were most vulnerable, dismantling companies to extract obscene profits. Like a great white shark in the ocean, he could smell the scent of blood from miles away and charge in with terrifying force. His name sent chills down spines across the Vaughn business empire. No matter what kind of player stepped into his territory, the outcome was always worse than death. This was what I had pieced together over the years, but even that was just the surface. The truth behind this man was far more bizarre and far more terrifying.

She dead stares at me and proceeds to rummage inside her bag. "No, I'm not, can you fucking stop?" My head hurts because of the frustration I've felt since earlier. "Avis clove, a straight A student, always hang outs at the library, possible heir of Clove Corporation, not really of a social butterfly and rumoured to be in a secret relationship to Vaughn Hirsch.." she said one by one of what she was reading on her phone. "Well, guess I don't need to feel threatened, Vaughn got her first--"