Vance X Bruce Romane & Geschichten

She wants to meet you but the way she causes a commotion out of it promoted us to take her away from the Yates building before she taints the Yates company with a bad name by her uncontrollable uproar," One of the guards explained. Bruce moved his gaze to his ex-wife, Vanessa Dawson, after so many years of not setting his eyes on her and he never bothered to even do so but today he did and he felt absolutely nothing towards her except hatred for her past deeds. "Why do you want to see me, Vanessa? Why have you decided to display your madness in my company? “ Bruce asked, approaching them and only stopping a few feet away as his voice reduced to a mocking whisper. "Is it because there's no mo

"This is a surprise." "Is it? I have a business dinner here tonight. Very important. Potential merger." Liam looked between them, confused. "You're her boss?" Nick turned to Liam as if noticing him for the first time. His smile didn't waver, but something in his eyes went sharp and dangerous. "Nicholas Vance," he said, extending a hand. "Vice Chairman of Vance Corporation. And you must be Liam." Liam shook his hand. "Liam Park. Graphic designer. And... Emma's date."

Vance apologized. “ okay. let's not dig into the past. ” Xain said and smiled at both, who was now smiling. Vance walks into the packhouse with Purple. “ Vance stopped in the middle of the track and captured his mate's lips before he could say what. Purple smiled between the kiss and kept her hand on Vance's shoulder. It was a soft and slow kiss where they were savouring every moment. their bodies were on fire because their wolves were so desperate for this moment where they genuinely accept each other.

he said. Vance stepped forward. He was a few inches shorter than Arthur, and so he had to raise his head to keep up to the stare down. “You think you've won, huh?” he pointed. “She is mine no matter what you do. What you two have right now, it’s nothing compared to what we had.” “I’m glad you know you once had it and you fumbled it, now bounce,” Arthur took a warning step forward. Vance stepped back. “I’ll be gone now, baby. We’ll catch up later,” he smiled at me, glared at Arthur before leaving.

The wounds on his body were badly mangled, and it truly was a gruesome sight, just as Johnny had warned. Of course, it was easy enough to deduce what had happened, seeing as he had a childhood friend who specialized in special effects makeup—Lorraine Turner. That woman was also the one Louis had held in his arms in my past life! The two of them were the ones who had eloped after clearing out all of the company funds and were the ones behind my untimely death. "You! Absolute! Scum!" With each word, I slapped Louis' face as hard as I could.

My eyes widened, "I'm the CEO of Phoenix inc. I'm supposed to be meeting with Mr. Winehall." His jaw clenched, "You are looking at him. I'm Zane Winehall and I'll be representing my father," he held out his hand. I couldn't breathe. How was this Adonis related to that slimy bastard? "Aya Jacobs," I placed my smaller hand in his. The spark of electricity that shot up my hand at that brief contact had me tearing my hand away, heart pounding. He looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was.

Vance’s expression didn’t change, but I saw his jaw tighten, just a little. He was listening. I could tell he understood what that meant. He didn’t need me to spell it out. He knew what our father was capable of. Vance’s father, Bernard, had worked for ours for as long as I could remember. And Vance? Well, he knew better than anyone what was at stake here. He didn’t need me to go into details, but I would anyway.

Vance crushed out the cigarette, shifted gears, and pressed down on the accelerator. To him, the thirty-day agreement was nothing more than a buffer, a chance for them to adjust to each other again. He had even postponed all executive meetings after two o’clock in his secretary’s schedule, just so he could be home at five for the beef Wellington she would cook with her own hands. The Maybach roared away toward Bradford Group headquarters. Vance did not know that on the dim, damp escalator descending into Charing Cross Station, Rebecca had already taken out her phone again.

His gaze dropped to mine before he sat beside Hans and started helping him on setting a fire. "Where's Beatriz then?" Franklin sounded worried. "How should I know?" Vance asked sarcastically without looking at his dad. Franklin then clenched his jaw. "Can we talk, Vance? Inside your tent." Mom massaged Franklin's arm as if she knew something I didn't. "Can't we talk about whatever you're gonna say here?" "Inside your tent, now," Franklin declared, sounding more serious. Vance gasped and rolled his eyes. He threw a small wood away before he stood and lazily followed Franklin inside his tent.