Romans & histoires Vincent Fgteev

I tried to act normal to convince her, but I guess it didn't work. "Come on, stop denying it. It's obvious from your actions. And I can't blame you for having a crush on Vincent; he’s really handsome," Grace teased, looking mischievous. "Vincent?" I asked, looking at her. "Yeah, his full name is Clevincent Madriano Suitarez. Handsome and rich, but he eats at places like this even though he has a lot of money. By the way, he’s also a professor—he owns Zector State University."

The younger Halest sibling was evidently striving to conceal his emotions as he spoke, attempting to mask how much Falsetti’s words were impacting him. “I’m not sure I follow your line of thinking,” Vincent said with a furrowed brow. “I am not a monster, nor do I aspire to become one.” Falsetti leaned in even closer, his eyes blazing with a cold, calculated intensity. He completely disregarded Claire’s presence, as if she was nothing but a mere fly buzzing around.

Dirk released a slow breath through his nostrils before addressing him. "Well, shall we proceed?" Dirk turned to Bogo, who handed him a tablet. After a swift swipe of the screen, Dirk cleared his throat and began addressing their new prisoner. "Vincent De La Mare. Born in Sheppel, orphaned at the age of twelve due to a tragic car accident. You resided in an orphanage until the age of eighteen when you fled, subsequently immersing yourself in the underground business. Eventually, you relocated to Sturvil, where you became the trusted confidant of my adversary, Angel, or the Angel of Death, as he preferred to be known. And now, here you are, in my dungeon, battered and bloodied. It appears qui

Vincent ordered his voice harsh and authoritative leaving room for no further discussion. "Yes Boss," the man replied as he didn't want to have any further arguments with Vincent. "And make sure not to let her be aware that she is being assisted by me!" Vincent finally said as he hung up the call. Bluefins entertainment company was one of Vincent's under ground's company, it was one the top entertainment companies in the country and no one knew the owner to be Vincent storm. Majorly because all his business was done by Ralph his most trusted manager and Vincent has always wanted a low key lifestyle just like his dad, that was why he was never in sync with Jessica.

MyPrime999. Vincent Grande. This is Valentine's brother, for sure. I recognized the name from the last time that I've visited his profile. How did he found my account? We haven't even met. Does he even know that I exist? Anyway, I couldn't resist killing some time, and so I visited his profile. The newest photo he uploaded was only from this morning. A photo of a man wearing nothing but boxer shorts and an apron who is busy cooking something. It's the very same guy present from a lot of Vincent's photo, his boyfriend most definitely. I followed Vincent back then moved on.

He remained silent the entire time, but he shot a fierce glare at Kate and Andrius as he passed by them. If looks could kill, the two would have been torn to shreds by now. “Andrius, I’m really sorry.” Kate glanced at Vincent’s back and said apologetically. “He’s Vincent Klein, the grandson of the Medicine Sect’s First Elder. He’s used to being arrogant.” “It’s fine.” Andrius shook his head and did not take it to heart. Vincent was just a small fry. Even if he had some strength, he would not be able to make any big waves.

Vincent sat in the wheelchair next to her and gently took her hand. "Don't be afraid. I'm by your side." A smile from him made her feel secure, also dared to hold her head high. Everyone looked at Vincent and Azura. Since the news of his accident spread, he has never appeared in public. BG Real Estate Company also did not announce any change of president, so Vincent is still the head of BG. People still have three parts of respect for him. Vincent needed to talk to some partners, but he knew Azura wasn't used to wearing high heels. He led her to a seat near the pastry counter.

I don't call Vincent on the way home. I take the Métro and stand holding the overhead rail and watch my own reflection in the dark window opposite and think carefully about what I actually know versus what I've been told by people with reasons to tell me things. What I know: Vincent invested in something called Fontaine Groupe between 2019 and 2021. The company was not clean. He got out before it collapsed. He has not told me this. What Amélie knows: the same thing, plus whatever she witnessed firsthand during the three years they were together.

“It really was. The Dance of Connection was legendary…” The door suddenly flew open, a silver haired ape of a man stuck his head through. “Cage, now.” It was Grey, one of Vincent’s younger sons flanked by half a dozen guards. As we stood looking dumbly at him he kicked the door with his foot, “are you fucking broken? CAGE NOW.”

He was the only person who had ever dared to tell me what a total ass I was. "Thanks," I muttered and I turned around to see that he was standing in front of my desk. At almost forty Vincent looked good for his age. A little over six foot seven, both his parents were giants though, and he still had a full head of brown hair and green eyes to match. I wasn't going to say that he was weak, because that would be a lie, he was rather well-built and there wasn't a wrinkle in sight - that was impressive for a man who worked for me. "I need you to do something with her. There's no fucking way she's working for me in that state."