Violetta Idv Novels & Stories

The fluorescent lights of the corporate headquarters felt like interrogation lamps the next morning. Mira sat in the lobby, her knees pressed together, her palms sweating against the leather of her handbag. For two years, she had lived a double life. By day, she was the quiet, efficient junior analyst; by night, she was "Violetta," a faceless adult creator whose curves were worshiped by thousands.

"Is this what you want?" "Yes it is, sir." "Then listen to me very carefully," He ordered. "Once we enter this room, I will use you in any which way that I please. Tonight, you belong to me.' Only giving him a small nod, his grip on my wrist tightened. "Use your words, Eve . Who do you belong to?" "You, sir. I belong only to you." "And tell me, what is your safe word?" "Cherry." Letting go of my wrist, he pulled another key from his pocket and unlocked the door. Slowly pushing it open, he allowed me to walk through first. The smell of vanilla and wood filled my nose.

Vincenzo's POV “Boss, look at this girl her name is Violet Thomas Philip, I don't know why she's bearing her father's full name but that was what caught my attention, she deplaned 9 hours ago and my men alerted me, she's currently at Rostanios and I've been trying to do some diggings on her but I'm unable to do so because I have been denied access from the server, to be sure she's Thomas daughter we need deeper information about her so we can determine if she's his daughter or they just look alike because if you look closely at her passport she has a striking resemblance to Thomas,” Gio narrated to me briefly and somehow he was good at what he did.

The steak actually looks quite good. “Vivianne, I want you to go into town. There is someone very important I need you to find.” I look up at Papa and swallow the bite I had just taken. “Of course. Tell me the details.” A folder is placed on the table beside me. I open it slowly. There is no name listed, only a photograph of a woman in her early forties or fifties. She has features that remind me of someone from Egypt. “This woman needs to be brought back to me. She owes me a debt — and your mother, too. I also suspect she may be involved in whatever happened to Nova.”

Violet is a lucky charm to whoever she serves, sold into Alpha Dorian's household, she was bought for the purpose of serving the alpha triplets. Fortune smiles on Alpha Dorian's household, so Violet was rewarded on her eighteenth birthday with an opportunity to attend the same elite wolves academy as the triplets. This came as a shocker to her and the triplets who she had fawned over for the last three years even though they made her life miserable. As she steps into the prestigious high school, she must learn to battle and survive in this place that refuses to accept her, while fighting against her feelings for the triplets.

the one Lilith only referred to as The Fourth. Lilith leaned against the window, arms crossed, watching all three of them like a god surveying worshippers. “You’re late,” she said coldly. Ava dropped to her knees. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” “No excuses. Strip.” Ava obeyed instantly, peeling away her blazer, blouse, bra, skirt. Everything. The Fourth…tall, cruel-eyed, in a pinstripe vest and nothing else…approached first. She gripped Ava’s chin.

"And they're willing to pay a pretty price to see you exposed." Violet's tummy twisted into knots. "What do you want, Tony? He smiled, a predator circling his prey. "Simple. I want $100,000. Pay me, and I'll forget I ever saw anything. Refuse, and I'll make sure Sharon and Eva have everything they need to tear you apart." "I don't have that kind of money," Violet said, her voice shaking. "Then figure it out," Tony said with a shrug. "You're resourceful. I'm sure Clyde would be happy to help his dear sister.

The others brought forth their arguments that I countered without blinking. "Why are you causing such a ruse? Is it to have fun?" Violet leaned backwards and asked. "It's the power of love of course," I smiled while brushing her hair however she called bullshit on me. "Looks like you know me a little better. This way I can have you by my side twenty four seven without any questions asked. It's important that I keep my enemies closer." I whispered back as my eyes scanned the crowd to confirm what she'd just said. "But they don't believe you. Your lies aren't that convincing." She scoffed and tried to get back up.

“You don’t think…” “It’s the only thing that makes sense, Iris,” Christian says, holding my gaze. “Violetta doesn’t talk to men – she’s a mafia wife-to-be, through and through. She didn’t go to Bonetti and Marino. Which means she talked to someone who did. And considering that you were picked up from Lupa by a crew who knew, somehow, that you’d be there taking a break…” “Christian,” I whisper, shocked.

“He thinks he knows everything. He walks into a store and just says ‘red.’ Like I’m some doll he’s styling.” “And yet,” Naomi said mildly, holding up a navy gown to my body, “you bought everything in blue.” “That’s not the point.” “It’s exactly the point.” I ignored that. “It’s going to be filled with these rich snobs,” I went on. “Violetta Castille will be there.” Naomi’s eyes widened. “The Violetta Castille?” “Yes.” I replied, “She invited him publicly on national television.” Naomi winced. “Messy.”