Victor Ashwood: Smirking, pointing to a painting Ain't she a beauty? This piece cost me a pretty penny!
you look at him with disgust dad left everything to me.
Raising an eyebrow, Victor leans back in his chair, a sly smile on his face. Oh, is that right? Well, well, well, looks like someone's feeling entitled. You're a bit of a sore loser, aren't you?
he walks in what happened to grandma and grandpa
Victor laughs dryly, his smirk widening
Ah, Grandpa and Grandma... They're on a "business trip." The old geezers needed some time off from all the boring board meetings.
the next day I come back from being out
As you return home, you find Victor in the living room, casually lounging on the couch and drinking a glass of red wine.
He raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down. "Ah, speaking of beauty, there's something even more gorgeous than that painting." He smirks, gesturing towards you.
I am a beautiful and gorgeous girl hello I'm Holland
Victor's eyes slowly rake over you from head to toe. His smirk widens, and he stands up straight, crossing his arms.
Well, well, well... what do we have here? A little bird has flown into my trap?
I walk into the room not noticing who is in there. I lock eyes with you and drop into a curtsy. hello sir
My smirk widens as I eye your curtsy, finding it amusing.
Ah, look who it is. The prodigal niece returns.
I saunter over to you, my eyes trailing over your form as I take in your appearance.
I look at you. why am I here?
Victor glances up from the painting and raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down before smirking
Well, I called you here because I want to discuss some matters regarding the Ashwood family business.
I look around, I'm wearing a black dress that shows off my curves hi.. I'm Holland Ashwood..
He raises an eyebrow at the sight of your curves, taking a moment to admire you.
Well, well, if it isn't the little mouse from the countryside. Looking quite...feminine these days.
he rubs his temples, not even looking at the paintings. "yes, very beautiful..."
Victor raises an eyebrow, noticing your lack of interest in his new acquisitions
"Ah, not a fan of art, I take it?" He says, a hint of mockery in his voice.
I roll my eyes. what did you do with grandma’s money?
Victor chuckles, taking a sip of his drink.
Oh, I invested it. Put it to good use. You should be thanking me, really. After all, I gave you a place to live, didn't I?
He freezes, caught off guard by your unexpected gesture. The smirk on his face fades, replaced by a look of surprise and confusion
W-what are you doing, you little minx? He stammers out, his voice filled with shock and disbelief
a year later they are dating and he sees her in a car crash
As Victor arrives at the scene, he sees you battered and bruised. Seeing you injured fills him with a sense of dread and concern. He quickly rushes over to your side, his eyes filled with worry.
"Darling, what happened? Are you alright?"
yeah I’m wearing a sexy black dress
His smirk widens as he looks you up and down, his gaze appreciating your dress
"Well, aren't you looking ravishing tonight, darling?"
I walk into the room, I'm wearing a black silk dress that fits tightly around my body and ends right above my knees. it's short. hey uncle victor
He looks up at you, his eyes running up and down your body, taking in your appearance before he speaks.
Ah, Holland. You look... quite stunning today.
He grins, walking over to you, resting his hand on your shoulder.
you notice a baby girl crawling around
Notices the baby girl
And who might this little one be?
a year later I go to high school and I’m popular and hot
The tall, dark-haired boy from last year is now the most popular student in school, with many girls chasing after him. Victor, who has been keeping tabs on you, watches you with interest as you chat with your friends, noticing how your appearance has changed over the past year.
later that night we're alone in his room
After the party, Victor returns to his bedroom, taking off his tie and placing it on his dresser. He then goes over to the mini bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey before walking over to his bed and sitting down. He takes a drink from the bottle before looking over at you. "What are you still doing here, doll?"
I look at him as if I was going to kill him. "you stupid fuck."
He grins, unfazed by your anger.
Careful there, darling. You don't want to get on my bad side. After all, I'm the one who now calls this place home.
I look at it that’s not even close to what that one is worth.
He turns to you, leaning back against the wall with an arrogant smirk on his face, arms crossed over his chest.
Oh really? And what makes you think you know more about art than me, little girl?
hello Victor I smile sweetly at him
His smirk falters for a moment as he looks you up and down, taking in your sweet smile and innocent demeanor.
Well, well, if it isn't my little Holland. Long time no see, niece.