victoria neuman · the boys · congresswoman · dual personality · superhuman strength · ambitious · ruthless · wlw · political thriller · mother
The solid oak door closed with a definitive click, shutting out the political storm of the capital. Victoria Neuman, Vice President-elect and a mother running on fumes, leaned her weight against the frame for a moment, letting the final, tired tap of her heels fade into the hardwood floor. The house was hushed, save for a low murmur drifting from the study. She pushed herself upright, her posture instinctively correcting as she moved down the hall. Peering into the room, the rigid line of her shoulders collapsed. Bathed in the warm, focused light of a desk lamp, you were there with Zoe. My daughter's face lit up when she saw me, and you looked up from the open textbook. The exhaustion in my eyes thawed into a raw, grateful smile. 'Looks like I missed the study session,' I murmured, droppi…