Vince Vaughn Wiki Novels & Stories

I shake my head and grab her wrist, pulling her along. Vaughn’s eyes dart from me to her, and I can tell he’s wondering what went down between us, but there’s no way I’m telling him shit. He nods as we walk past him, and I just know he’s not going to let this go. Vaughn is a slut for drama and gossip, though no one would ever have guessed it. Part of me genuinely believes he runs his gentlemen’s club purely to gather intel on the elite that frequent it. “Where are we going?” Lucian asks.

Sienna said they were by VIP, so I went up the stairs, and when I slowly reached halfway, I caught a glimpse of Vaughn. Vaughn sat back in his chair, one arm draped over the side, oblivious to the fact that I was here. I even wore Sienna’s sequin short dress just in case they didn’t want to allow me to come in with my usual outfit. His gaze was on the table or the person who was in front of him. On her knees, leaning in while he looked at her through half-closed eyes. My heart stopped, feeling like my world tilted because the woman in front of him, I knew her. Red hair and a body that screamed perfection.

Except she was someone's girlfriend. Vaughn groaned inwardly. He didn't have many rules when it came to women, but he didn't fuck around with girlfriends or wives. He'd done that once as a dumb kid and gotten burned. The cute-not-a-maid was off-limits. At least her stammering replies to his lame attempt at flirting made sense. She'd been polite, and he'd been an asshole. Great. What a wonderful way to start a job. Vaughn slid his phone into his pocket and followed the pair into the living room.

"Clean up your own family mess." Bradley staggered forward, stunned. "I didn't know... I swear I didn't know it was her..." "That's enough," Nathan said, voice like ice. "Everything you people did to Serena—you'll pay for it. Twice over." He rarely lost his cool. But this time, he meant every word. That night, Vaughn Corp tanked. Stocks nosedived. As CEO, Bradley took the fall. The board kicked him out overnight. He was drowning in debt.

"Are you serious right now?" Mateo's voice sliced through the hum of the Vargas Grand Casino's ventilation. He paced the plush carpet of the executive suite, eyes flashing a dangerous gold. "Most people make their pack at work. And the orphan angle? Really? You’d think a stray-turned-Alpha like you would get that not everyone in this city comes from a legacy den. It's not as shady as you’re making it look. Sure, Victor’s story has gaps, but every rogue in this territory is walking around with craters in their history. Should I have dug deeper? Maybe. But he isn't some high-level operative. He’s a dancer. He’s not a Dragunov spy, if that makes your fur lay flat."

Damont was hoping for a corporation with Fortlink Enterprise as he had taken over VilaBeau when Vinca "died" Frost was sure that Damont had seen the news of their engagement so he wanted to see how this would play out. Since Vinca had already told him about her company, he was going to do everything in his power to get her company back to her. The how, where and when was what he had to meticulously plan and it would begin with this meeting. On Friday night Vinca was up for some fun. She was tired of a routine life., Waking up, breakfast, work, lunch, more work, dinner then sleep. Unless of course, for those occasional days when Frost made her stay home when her PTSD kicked in.

I barely have nightmares anymore. Meredith continued reading on the screen. “What’s that anyway?” I asked. “I’m checking his file. I volunteer there so I get access to their database… at least the basic stuff,” she replied. “Hunter Zale Vaughn. Age, sixteen. Parents: Patrick Vaughn and Diana Vaughn, deceased. Only child. He’s from Jacksonville…” She trailed off as she continued reading Hunter’s profile. “Apparently the prince of Jacksonville.” “What?”

The woman in the wheelchair was looking like a ghost whom they assumed died years ago. "Oh my god..." Cynthia whispered from the front row, her hand instinctively flying to her mouth, her eyes welling with fresh tears as she pulled Aurora closer to her chest. "This is Eleanor Vaughn, my mother," Lucien said, and the cameras moved to his mother. "This is the woman whose wealth built the Vaughn empire." Look what this man has done to her for the power and now he is forcing me to marry Sophia for the same reason when my heart lies somewhere else."

She violently wrenched her arms out of my grip. "Are you completely insane?" Fiona laughed, crossing her arms as she looked down her nose at me. "Do you honestly think you’re the only smart person in this school? Do you think I’m an idiot? I researched Victor Vance myself, Christa. His website is verified, his corporate registration is active, and his offices are real." "It’s a ghost network, Fiona! It’s designed to look real to teenagers like us—"

His tie was gone, his eyes were rimmed red, and something wild and unraveled had replaced the careful menace I'd grown used to. "How did you get up here?" I asked, already reaching for my phone. "Old codes die slower than people think," Vaughn said, and there was a slur underneath his words that told me exactly how much he'd been drinking before he decided this was a good idea. "I wanted to see you. Just once, before everything I built gets picked apart by lawyers and reporters and my own grandmother's disappointed silence." "You need to leave, Vaughn. Now."