Victoria's heart sank as she turned to face Helio, his imposing figure framed by the doorway. His expression was dark, his tone laced with irritation. She clenched her jaw, trying to hold back the rush of anger and frustration that bubbled within her. Helio was the reason she’d been stranded, the reason for her unimpressive arrival, and now he was standing there with that familiar look of disdain."I'm sorry to have kept everyone waiting," Victoria said coolly, lifting her chin in defiance.Helio's lips curled into a mocking smile. "So considerate of you, Victoria," he drawled. "Though, I suppose punctuality is a lot to ask when one decides to play the damsel in distress."Victoria felt a flush of heat creep up her neck but forced herself to remain calm. She would not let Helio's taunts get to her. Not here, not in front of his family. She took a deep breath and stepped past him, her posture straight, her expression carefully neutral. Helio moved aside, allowing her to enter, but she
Victoria slipped out of the dining room, desperate for a breath of fresh air after the stifling atmosphere of the dinner. The laughter and polished conversation of the Desmond family felt suffocating, each remark cutting deeper than the last, as if they were all in on a joke she wasn’t privy to. With every pointed glance and mocking smile, she felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her, making her heart race with embarrassment and frustration.As she stepped onto the balcony, the cool night air brushed against her flushed cheeks, a welcome relief from the oppressive tension inside. But even here, under the expansive sky, thoughts of her past haunted her. Memories of Edward Addams flooded her mind—his sweet lies, his promises that he would protect her, that he would be the father she never had. Instead, he had sold her like a commodity, betraying her trust and leaving her vulnerable in the hands of Helio.She leaned against the balcony railing, the sharpness of the betr
Victoria walked slowly toward the mansion gate, her heels clicking softly on the gravel driveway. The cool night air brushed against her skin, but it did little to calm the storm brewing inside her. She felt utterly isolated—an outsider in this family, an unacknowledged daughter-in-law. Helio hadn’t even glanced in her direction as he left with Claudia, just as they had arrived together. The thought made her blood boil."Helio," she muttered under her breath. This is all because of him.Her car was still being repaired, and she debated whether to call an Uber. Standing outside the gate, waiting like an afterthought, was humiliating enough. The last thing she wanted was to be indebted to Arlo, who had earlier offered her a ride home with that irritating grin of his. She had politely declined, choosing this solitude over his unsettling company.As she stared into the night, a familiar car approached. Victoria blinked in surprise when the vehicle slowed down and stopped just in front of
Helio sat in his room, his laptop open in front of him, but his eyes weren’t focused on the screen. His mind was elsewhere, swirling with thoughts of Victoria. The memory of last night—the look on her face, the sharpness in her voice—lingered like a bitter aftertaste. No matter how cruel he was to her, it never seemed to be enough to ease the hatred that simmered within him. She deserves more pain, he thought, his grip tightening around the pen in his hand. But as much as he hated Victoria, there was something else that clawed at the back of his mind, something far worse. A memory. Helio's gaze drifted toward the window. Snowflakes had started to fall outside, dusting the ground with a light coating of white. It was a scene eerily similar to that day. That day when everything shattered. His breathing quickened as the memory played vividly before his eyes. It had been a snowy end-of-year holiday, one that started out joyous but ended in unspeakable tragedy. Mother… His mother’s lif
The dining room was thick with tension, as if the very air had been sucked out. The maids stood frozen, their eyes wide, too afraid to move or make a sound. The echo of Helio’s slap still lingered in the air as Victoria remained on the floor, her face stinging with both pain and humiliation. Her body was shaking—not just from the shock, but from the wave of emotions crashing inside her: anger, embarrassment, and a sharp pang of disbelief.She barely had time to process the moment before Helio stepped forward and roughly grabbed her jaw, forcing her face upwards. His grip was cold and unrelenting, and Victoria found herself staring directly into his eyes. The hatred she saw there stunned her. It wasn’t just anger—it was something deeper, something that clung to him like a dark, festering grudge.But why? Her mind raced. How could he hate me this much? We never met before this. How could he have such deep resentment?Helio leaned down, his voice low and dripping with menace. "I want you
The next morning, Victoria stood in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection with a determined expression. The scar from Helio’s slap was still there, faintly bruised but visible enough to remind her of the humiliation she had suffered the day before. She touched it gently, feeling the heat rise in her chest—not just from the pain, but from the bubbling anger and hatred she harbored for Helio.But she couldn’t let the anger consume her, not yet. Victoria closed her eyes and remembered her conversation with Amy the night before. There was something deeper to this torment, something she didn’t understand yet. Helio wasn’t just a sadistic man who enjoyed seeing her suffer—there had to be a reason behind his cruelty. He couldn’t hate her this much for no reason. Victoria’s determination flared. She had to find out what was driving him, why he seemed to have a personal vendetta against her when, as far as she knew, they had never crossed paths before their marriage.She opened her ey
Victoria stiffened slightly when she heard the voice behind her. She turned, and there stood Desmond Ruthner, dressed more casually than she was used to seeing him, yet somehow still exuding a powerful aura. He carried a small stack of papers, and from his focused expression, Victoria could tell he had been in the middle of something important. His casual attire did nothing to soften the air of authority around him, and Victoria felt a sudden wave of discomfort despite her polite smile. "Good morning, Mr. Desmond," she greeted, her voice composed. "I hope I'm not disturbing your work." Desmond’s smile was warm on the surface, but there was something about it that felt off, distant. Victoria could sense his calculated presence in every movement. “Not at all, Victoria. But tell me,” his eyes flickered toward her black dress with a faint hint of amusement, “who died today? Whose funeral did you just attend?” Victoria felt her stomach clench at his words, though she kept her expression
Victoria Addam couldn't even keep track of how many times her head had been forced underwater in the sink. It was a struggle to catch her breath, and she had no way to defend herself. But it seemed like her tormentors weren't satisfied with just that."I've had enough of this witch! She's always trying to get Master Helio's attention like some stray cat!" Bertha, one of the senior maids in Ruthner's house, sneered."Tell us, you little brat! What did you do to make Master Helio propose to you on your very first day here?""And how dare you try to steal Lady Claudia's position? You, who came here to pay off your parents' debts!?"Bertha yanked Victoria's black hair hard, giving her a brief respite. Victoria glanced toward the door of the laundry room, where Claudia Page looked on coldly. Amy Key, Victoria's once-faithful best friend, stood beside Claudia. It was because of Amy that Victoria found herself in this nightmarish situation."Amy...." Victoria's voice trembled with disappoint
Victoria stiffened slightly when she heard the voice behind her. She turned, and there stood Desmond Ruthner, dressed more casually than she was used to seeing him, yet somehow still exuding a powerful aura. He carried a small stack of papers, and from his focused expression, Victoria could tell he had been in the middle of something important. His casual attire did nothing to soften the air of authority around him, and Victoria felt a sudden wave of discomfort despite her polite smile. "Good morning, Mr. Desmond," she greeted, her voice composed. "I hope I'm not disturbing your work." Desmond’s smile was warm on the surface, but there was something about it that felt off, distant. Victoria could sense his calculated presence in every movement. “Not at all, Victoria. But tell me,” his eyes flickered toward her black dress with a faint hint of amusement, “who died today? Whose funeral did you just attend?” Victoria felt her stomach clench at his words, though she kept her expression
The next morning, Victoria stood in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection with a determined expression. The scar from Helio’s slap was still there, faintly bruised but visible enough to remind her of the humiliation she had suffered the day before. She touched it gently, feeling the heat rise in her chest—not just from the pain, but from the bubbling anger and hatred she harbored for Helio.But she couldn’t let the anger consume her, not yet. Victoria closed her eyes and remembered her conversation with Amy the night before. There was something deeper to this torment, something she didn’t understand yet. Helio wasn’t just a sadistic man who enjoyed seeing her suffer—there had to be a reason behind his cruelty. He couldn’t hate her this much for no reason. Victoria’s determination flared. She had to find out what was driving him, why he seemed to have a personal vendetta against her when, as far as she knew, they had never crossed paths before their marriage.She opened her ey
The dining room was thick with tension, as if the very air had been sucked out. The maids stood frozen, their eyes wide, too afraid to move or make a sound. The echo of Helio’s slap still lingered in the air as Victoria remained on the floor, her face stinging with both pain and humiliation. Her body was shaking—not just from the shock, but from the wave of emotions crashing inside her: anger, embarrassment, and a sharp pang of disbelief.She barely had time to process the moment before Helio stepped forward and roughly grabbed her jaw, forcing her face upwards. His grip was cold and unrelenting, and Victoria found herself staring directly into his eyes. The hatred she saw there stunned her. It wasn’t just anger—it was something deeper, something that clung to him like a dark, festering grudge.But why? Her mind raced. How could he hate me this much? We never met before this. How could he have such deep resentment?Helio leaned down, his voice low and dripping with menace. "I want you
Helio sat in his room, his laptop open in front of him, but his eyes weren’t focused on the screen. His mind was elsewhere, swirling with thoughts of Victoria. The memory of last night—the look on her face, the sharpness in her voice—lingered like a bitter aftertaste. No matter how cruel he was to her, it never seemed to be enough to ease the hatred that simmered within him. She deserves more pain, he thought, his grip tightening around the pen in his hand. But as much as he hated Victoria, there was something else that clawed at the back of his mind, something far worse. A memory. Helio's gaze drifted toward the window. Snowflakes had started to fall outside, dusting the ground with a light coating of white. It was a scene eerily similar to that day. That day when everything shattered. His breathing quickened as the memory played vividly before his eyes. It had been a snowy end-of-year holiday, one that started out joyous but ended in unspeakable tragedy. Mother… His mother’s lif
Victoria walked slowly toward the mansion gate, her heels clicking softly on the gravel driveway. The cool night air brushed against her skin, but it did little to calm the storm brewing inside her. She felt utterly isolated—an outsider in this family, an unacknowledged daughter-in-law. Helio hadn’t even glanced in her direction as he left with Claudia, just as they had arrived together. The thought made her blood boil."Helio," she muttered under her breath. This is all because of him.Her car was still being repaired, and she debated whether to call an Uber. Standing outside the gate, waiting like an afterthought, was humiliating enough. The last thing she wanted was to be indebted to Arlo, who had earlier offered her a ride home with that irritating grin of his. She had politely declined, choosing this solitude over his unsettling company.As she stared into the night, a familiar car approached. Victoria blinked in surprise when the vehicle slowed down and stopped just in front of
Victoria slipped out of the dining room, desperate for a breath of fresh air after the stifling atmosphere of the dinner. The laughter and polished conversation of the Desmond family felt suffocating, each remark cutting deeper than the last, as if they were all in on a joke she wasn’t privy to. With every pointed glance and mocking smile, she felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her, making her heart race with embarrassment and frustration.As she stepped onto the balcony, the cool night air brushed against her flushed cheeks, a welcome relief from the oppressive tension inside. But even here, under the expansive sky, thoughts of her past haunted her. Memories of Edward Addams flooded her mind—his sweet lies, his promises that he would protect her, that he would be the father she never had. Instead, he had sold her like a commodity, betraying her trust and leaving her vulnerable in the hands of Helio.She leaned against the balcony railing, the sharpness of the betr
Victoria's heart sank as she turned to face Helio, his imposing figure framed by the doorway. His expression was dark, his tone laced with irritation. She clenched her jaw, trying to hold back the rush of anger and frustration that bubbled within her. Helio was the reason she’d been stranded, the reason for her unimpressive arrival, and now he was standing there with that familiar look of disdain."I'm sorry to have kept everyone waiting," Victoria said coolly, lifting her chin in defiance.Helio's lips curled into a mocking smile. "So considerate of you, Victoria," he drawled. "Though, I suppose punctuality is a lot to ask when one decides to play the damsel in distress."Victoria felt a flush of heat creep up her neck but forced herself to remain calm. She would not let Helio's taunts get to her. Not here, not in front of his family. She took a deep breath and stepped past him, her posture straight, her expression carefully neutral. Helio moved aside, allowing her to enter, but she
" Shit. He must have done this on purpose!" Victoria didn't know how much she wanted to curse Helio right now after her car had a problem, and no one came to help her. The driver said that they still had a long way to go to Desmond's mansion which was far away from the city, and they had a flat tire with no spares or help they could call. With all these coincidences, of course Victoria would think that Helio was the one who made these coincidences happen to Victoria. " Madam, I can contact my friend. He'll be here soon to bring a mechanic." Victoria's driver spoke; a piece of good news that didn't make Victoria happy because she had been there for almost half an hour and it looked like she was already late for an eventful dinner. "That's good news," Victoria said, turning her frowny face the other way, "while we wait for your friend, we'll stay here for another thirty minutes and I'll totally miss my first dinner with my in-laws." The driver said nothing, staying outside th
Victoria still in her room, didn't know what to do with the dress and some maids to do her makeup."Mrs. Victoria, we have to hurry up so Master Helio doesn't wait a long time," said a maid named Diana.Victoria only gave her a slight glance, making the maid shut her mouth up.Victoria just didn't feel good after Helio greeted her morning with mocks. She prayed for a good sleep and a good morning but her morning was also ruined by the reason she felt bad mood all day."Gosh, I don't want to do what he wants like his doll," she said, sitting in front of the mirror. Recalled Helio's face this morning only made her more felt annoyed."You," Victoria looked at Diana."Yes, Mistress!""You said your name is Diana?""Yes.""Tell me, is Lady Claudia also going to Mr. Desmond's house?"Diana a little bit confused, but she kept giving an answer."I think it's yes, Mrs. Victoria."Victoria didn't thinking for a long to decided."Then, I'll go. I am not gonna let her win again this time." Even t