Vincent Adler White Collar Novels & Stories

Abigail, a struggling writer, time-travels to 19th century France, landing in the lavender fields of Provence. There she meets Vincent, a solitary artist with a mysterious past. Together, they explore the land and inspire each other's work, leading to a passionate, yet doomed, affair. As the hourglass drains, Abigail must choose between her modern life or her love for Vincent in the past

Their love was forbidden, but Vincent and Isla defied the odds, vowing to marry in secret to seal a bond no one could break. Yet on the eve of their wedding, betrayal struck. Vincent’s mother used her wealth to bribe Isla’s father, tearing her away from the man she loved. Years later, destiny brought them face-to-face once more. But the man who once adored her now bore nothing but coldness and anger. Despite the bitterness in his heart, Vincent issued an ultimatum: Isla must marry him—or risk losing the most precious part of her life, their son, Matthew. Can love survive where betrayal has sown its seeds? Or will desire reignite a passion too intense to deny?

" How about I burst your bubble?" With that I landed my hot fists on his handsome face, causing the Billionaire Godlike man to stagger on his feet. " Let's see who lick whose shoes then.." I smirked and pulled him by the collar of his shirt. "Kiss the floor I walk on, Wesley Cooper."

A mafia princess. A marriage of power. A pregnancy that could destroy everything. Adriana Russo, daughter of a ruthless mafia boss, is forced into marriage with her childhood best friend, Vincent Moretti, the son to a powerful and dangerous crime empire. Their union is meant to solidify their families' control over the underworld. But everything shatters when Adriana discovers she’s pregnant. What should be a moment of joy turns into a nightmare when Vincent begins to question the child’s paternity. After a drunken one-night stand, there's a chance the father could be his half-brother, Luca Moretti, the man Vincent loathes most. As rival gangs close in, and betrayal creeps from within, Adriana is trapped in a web of loyalty, desire, and deceit. With a crumbling marriage, a father who despises weakness and feelings she never expected for Luca… Adriana must make a choice. Will she fight for love, for survival or lose everything?

I used to be a top ballet dancer. The year I was diagnosed with a spinal hemangioma, my boyfriend Julian Blackwood said, "Wherever you go, I go." We'd been together three years. He walked beside me as I went, step by step, from the most luminous dancer on that stage to a woman in a wheelchair. Every time the nerve pain hit and I collapsed, he was the one who lifted me off the floor. Every round of electrostim and acupuncture, he sat in the corridor outside the therapy room and waited for me to come out. Before I got sick, he promised me—the night I finished my final performance of Swan Lake, we'd sign the marriage license. He'd bought tickets for that show three months in advance. I never stood on that stage again. And the marriage license never came up. Until the morning I noticed the collar of his white dress shirt carried a smudge of lipstick that wasn't mine. I heard him on the balcony. A woman's voice on the other end. "Mr. Blackwood, you left your jacket at the hotel last night. I'll bring it over." I stared at that smear of red, and something in me snapped. I laughed. "Send me to Westbrook. The locked-down rehab facility. I don't want to drag you down anymore." Something flickered in his eyes—a brief, animal panic. Then he nodded. He thought I meant rest. He didn't know I'd already signed the papers to donate my body to science. I was going there to die.

From a princess, Orabella lost everything on her 18th birthday. Her hometown was attacked, her father was brutally killed, and her mother and brother were imprisoned. Even she turned into an enslaved person to entertain others. And painfully, the one who contributed to Orabella's life to a dead end was her mate. What does Orabella have to do to get rid of a heartless man like Vincent while he threatens her family's life? After all that happened, will Orabella be able to forgive Vincent?

Azura is the stepchild of Mr. Meredith. When she was fifty-five years old, her mother died, and her father brought her up to raise her, being hated by step aunts and sisters in the house. For the past ten years, she lived as a maid. But they still don't like her. Vincent Bach is Aurora's fiance. He suddenly got into a traffic accident and disabled his legs. Aurora forced Azura to marry Vincent Bach instead. Will she be happy? Will he love her?

Three years ago, Vincent Harlow slept with a college student. When I found out, I was ready to walk away from the marriage with nothing if it meant I could divorce him. The day we were supposed to finalize the paperwork, Vincent jumped off a high-rise building. Tree branches broke his fall partway down. He survived, but his leg was shattered. Now, he was in a hospital bed and sobbing through apologies, begging me to give him one more chance.

It had been six years since Vincent Castellano was declared dead in that “car crash”, and I was still alone. My friends kept nagging me to move on. Even in my dreams, Vincent was there, begging me to stop living in the past. So I finally caved and agreed to a blind date with Leo Christopher, the guy who’d been chasing me for years. I’d decided I’d make a clean break with Vincent once and for all on the Day of the Dead. But the second I stepped out of the cemetery, a billboard for a luxury brownstone in Brooklyn Heights caught my eye. It was the exact place Vincent had been obsessed with back when I thought he was alive. Before I even knew what I was doing, I was heading straight for it. What I saw that day is seared into my brain for the rest of my life. There, on the bench outside the house, sat Vincent. The man was laid to rest in the Castellano family crypt. And he had his arm around another woman. That woman? Mia Rossi. The card dealer he’d been screwing behind my back six years prior. The same one I’d caught him red-handed with, the one I’d made him fire from the family casino.

My mother-in-law’s final wish was simple—she wanted one last trip to Hawaii, to bask in the warmth of the sun before her time ran out. But her son, Vincent, didn’t see it that way. He thought I was manipulating her, using her as an excuse to drag him on a vacation he didn’t want. So, out of spite, he refused to grant her dying wish. I begged him. Pleaded. Swallowed my pride and all the hurt his accusations brought. After relentless persuasion, he finally relented. I thought, at last, I could give Lucy the happiness she deserved. But on the day we were set to leave, Vincent was nowhere to be found. And that same day, Lucy suffered a heart attack. She passed away with only me by her side—never getting to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin one last time. And then I saw it. A picture. Vincent, tagged at a luxury resort with his ex. The caption from her read: Thank you for abandoning your job to take me on this trip. You’re the best. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even confront him. I just packed my bags and left. And this time? Vincent found out about the truth and begged me to stay.