Violetta Idv Novels & Stories

"I hope you're calling to tell me the divorce has been settled." "What the hell happened last night, Elias?" I demand, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "I ran into Violetta two hours ago. She’s back in your building. She has a senior tier badge. She claims a debt fund threatened to liquidate your entire operation if you didn't reinstate her." There is a long, heavy silence on the other end of the line. The only sound is the faint, frantic clicking of a keyboard in Sterling's office.

She mumbled, a slight furrow to her brow as she thought. “Violetta, Vi?” I said as I sat in a chair in front of her. She looked at me with a frown. “Sorry, my name is Violet.” She mumbled, but something like recognition at the name flitted across her face. “No, Malishka, your name is Violetta Vassilev,” Adrien said to her. “You were taken by our mother when you were four.” “No, I was thrown out for being a girl.” She mumbled. “My mother said that they didn’t want girls in the family, so they were either killed or banished.”

The Lever. Isabella’s chilling offer of alliance, her words echoing through the untraceable channel, had ignited a fresh spark of hope in Violet’s desperate quest for justice. The raw pain of Vlad’s injury, a stark reminder of the pervasive reach of the unseen benefactor, demanded swift, decisive action. The dull ache in Violet’s broken finger was a constant, visceral reminder of Aurora’s brutal efficiency, yet the burning desire to fulfill her father’s intricate gambit, to dismantle powerful empires from within, pulsed with a fierce, unwavering determination. With a new, powerful ally on the horizon, Violet knew she had to secure additional resources, to confront the treacherous Diego, and

Violetta, or should she be called by her real name, Sekinat says picking up her suitcase. Violetta is actually a muslim Yoruba woman from Ibadan, Nigeria named Sekinat Omowunmi Omolori. She was hired by Aleesha to hide and hide an app on Sa'eed's phone. The real Violetta has been kidnapped but released yesterday by yours truly, Aleesha. Now she's going to be offered a job in Greece for sacrificing her virginity to Aaron the son of the manager of the hotel at Santorini where Sa'eed and Halima spent a little of their honeymoon.

Many birthdays have come and passed, my baby is finally starting to develop a big side too, the thing with us, with our planet we agreed with the humans on taking them not to just fulfil being our little who is raised and growing up to be one of us, they are also our mates, our other half, we love them, we love them having a little side, always. Violet is now the big age of fifteen, fifteen, I feel so old right now, I've been trying my best to get her to come over, I've spent seventeen years just trying to finish my business to get to this point, now that she's old enough for me to actually leave her and get back to my business, I don't want to do it.

I looked at Violet. Her eyes filled with tears. “Merrin…” My lungs felt crushed. “Test her.” Idris obeyed. Violet sat in silence as he worked. Mother watched with quiet satisfaction. Celine’s lips twitched faintly. Mirella held her breath. The room smelled of drugs, smoke, and fear. Finally, Idris straightened. “What’s the result?” I demanded. He swallowed. “She is approximately one month pregnant.” Silence. Heavy. Final.

Night stretched too long. Too silent. Too empty. The penthouse felt wrong without him. Like the walls themselves knew their master wasn’t home. Violetta sat cross-legged on the floor of Draven’s study, laptop open, Rosa’s tiny USB plugged in. The only light came from the screen. Blue. Cold. Unforgiving. Her fingers trembled when she opened the first folder. Celeste_Accounts Liam_Transfer Witness_Payments Her breath caught. Money trails.

Oriana leaned back slightly in her chair. “And if I say no?” Ciro held her gaze calmly. “You won’t.” The annoying part was that he was probably right. Violetta stood suddenly. “Well,” she announced brightly, “that’s my cue to leave before the sexual tension in this room develops its own seating arrangement.” Oriana nearly inhaled her tea. Ciro closed his eyes briefly like a man enduring a personal trial. Violetta pointed at Oriana while walking backward toward the door. “Wear something devastating,” she said.

I was expecting him to get on with the sick games or was this part of his twisted games too? “And what is this?” My dad narrowed his eyes, revealing the content of the folder. He glanced at him suspiciously before reading through the paper, his eyes growing wider with each word he read. “What is the meaning of this, Vito!” He snapped, slapping the thin paper on the table. I flinched back at the anger in his voice, my curiosity piqued by what he read to get him this angry. “Exactly what you saw, Mr Hernandez.” Cristiano responded nonchalantly, tightening his grip around my frame, “I’m sure you read where Ivan becomes mine after marrying your daughter.”

I said to Violet, “Show her the picture.” Before leaving the morgue, Violet had snapped a picture of Lorenzo’s father. She planned on showing it to her mother should she need proof that her stalker had finally met his end. Within seconds she had the image pulled up on her phone, and turned the screen so that Arianna could see. Violet swallowed, stumbling over her words. “This is the man that visited you, right? He might look a bit older, but—” A blood-curdling grin carved itself across Arianna’s face. “No, that’s not him. That’s not him at all.”