Victoria paced the confines of the dimly lit room, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. The Duke's proposition echoed in her thoughts, each repetition amplifying her uncertainty. Aligning with him meant betraying Lord Thomas, but refusing could seal her fate in this perilous game of power.The door creaked open, and the Duke entered, his demeanor calm yet commanding. "Have you reached a decision, Victoria?"She halted, meeting his gaze with defiance. "You offer freedom, but at what cost? How can I trust you?"A sly smile curved his lips. "Trust is earned, I agree. But consider your current predicament. Lord Thomas has shown his true colors, hasn't he?"Her thoughts flashed back to the threats, the manipulation, and the constant surveillance. "And you? What do you gain from this alliance?""Power," he admitted without hesitation. "But power shared is power multiplied. Together, we can dismantle his empire and build something new."Before she could respond, a knock interrupted th
The room was suffocating, the air thick with tension. Victoria's heart pounded in her chest as she pulled away from the Duke's embrace. The sound of distant gunfire echoed in the background, but all she could focus on was the cold dread creeping up her spine."What's happening out there?" she asked, her voice trembling despite her efforts to remain calm.The Duke’s expression had hardened, his jaw set in grim determination. "They're coming for you, Victoria. Lord Thomas won’t stop until he has you back."Victoria clenched her fists, frustration boiling inside her. "How long can we keep this up? How long can you keep protecting me?"He stepped closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "As long as it takes. I won’t let him get his hands on you again."Before she could respond, a loud bang reverberated through the mansion. A crash of glass followed, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside the room."We need to move," the Duke said, his tone urgent. "Now."He grabbed her hand, pu
Victoria’s heart hammered in her chest as she stared at Lord Thomas, who had emerged from the shadows like a figure from a nightmare. The cool night air around them felt suffocating, the oppressive silence of the world around them only amplifying the tension. She couldn’t believe he was here, in front of her, after everything that had happened.The Duke moved instinctively in front of her, his posture tense and his hand still gripping his weapon. But Lord Thomas didn’t seem fazed. His cold, calculating gaze met hers, and the sinister smile on his lips sent a chill down her spine.“Did you really think you could escape?” Lord Thomas’s voice was soft, almost amused, as if he was merely entertaining himself with this game.Victoria tried to swallow the fear that was rising in her throat. “You won’t get away with this, Thomas. You can’t keep controlling everything. You can’t control me.”Lord Thomas chuckled, the sound low and mocking. “Oh, my dear, I’ve been controlling you for much long
Victoria's world was spinning.The cold, unforgiving walls of the room seemed to close in around her as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. The Duke had been fighting, struggling against the men who had attacked them, but the moment everything had gone dark, she was consumed by an overwhelming sense of helplessness.Now, she found herself in a dimly lit room. The air was thick, musty, and the silence was almost suffocating. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to mock her, every creak of the floorboards echoing in the emptiness. She tried to move, but her arms were bound tightly to the chair she sat in. A wave of panic flooded through her, but she refused to let it overtake her.Stay calm. Think, Victoria. Think.Her mind raced, the events of the night flashing through her thoughts like a haunting memory. She’d been kidnapped again—this time, by the very people who had been pulling the strings from the shadows all along. Lord Thomas, the Duke, the lies, the man
The room seemed to close in on Victoria as the man stepped closer, his gaze locking with hers in a way that made her feel both trapped and... oddly reassured. But there was something about him that sent a cold shiver down her spine. His presence was commanding, and his confidence radiated from him, like he was used to getting what he wanted. But who was he? And what did he mean by "choose a side"?Victoria’s heart raced in her chest, her pulse quickening as she weighed the situation before her. The Duke was still watching her, his face twisted with a mixture of anger and fear. “Don’t trust him, Victoria,” he said, his voice tight with tension. “He’s dangerous. He’s not on our side.”The stranger’s lips curled into a half-smile, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I see you’ve been telling her all sorts of things, Duke,” he said, the words laced with mockery. “But you’re not the one who’s been calling the shots here. You never were.”Victoria’s mind spun, and she took a cautious step ba
Victoria’s breath hitched as Lord Thomas stepped further into the room, his presence suffocating. The moment she saw him, every ounce of freedom she’d felt when she chose Sebastian slipped through her fingers like water. The room seemed to close in on her, the walls pressing tighter with every second that passed.“You made a mistake, Victoria,” Lord Thomas said, his voice calm, controlled, but underneath it lay a threat she could taste. He took slow, deliberate steps toward her, his eyes never leaving hers. “You think you can run from me, from what you owe me? You think you can escape all of this by choosing Sebastian?”Victoria’s heart raced, her chest tight with fear. She forced herself to stand tall, despite the overwhelming dread pooling in her gut. “I’m not running from anything,” she said, her voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside her. “I’m making a choice. And I won’t apologize for it.”Lord Thomas’s lips curled into a smirk, a smile full of malice. “You really believe
The house felt eerily quiet after Lord Thomas’s men left, their absence a strange kind of relief. But Victoria could feel the weight of the silence pressing down on her, suffocating her. The tension was thick in the air, and the sudden appearance of Olivia had only added to the confusion. She didn’t know who this woman was, but there was something about her—something dangerous—that unsettled Victoria.Sebastian stood beside her, his body tense, his eyes flicking nervously from the door to Olivia. He had been the one to fight off the men earlier, but now it was as if the adrenaline had worn off, and he was left standing on the edge of something he couldn’t control. His usual confidence had been replaced with uncertainty.Victoria didn’t know what to think. She had chosen Sebastian over Lord Thomas, but now she was caught in the middle of a new, complicated mess. Was Olivia an ally? Or was she just another player in a dangerous game that Victoria had been thrust into?Olivia walked towa
The sound of the door closing echoed in the silence that had descended upon the room. The tension was thick, almost palpable, and Victoria could feel the weight of it pressing down on her chest. It felt as if the walls of the room were closing in, pushing her into a corner where there was nowhere to run.Olivia stood near the door, her posture still rigid and commanding, her eyes scanning the room. Victoria couldn’t shake the feeling that the woman’s presence was both a blessing and a curse. She didn’t trust her entirely, but she couldn’t deny that Olivia was someone who knew how to play the game, someone who understood the danger they were in. And right now, Victoria needed that kind of understanding more than ever.Sebastian, who had remained quiet up until now, took a slow step forward, his expression unreadable. “What was that all about?” he asked, his voice tense, but there was an underlying hint of curiosity in his tone. “Charles coming here... it wasn’t just a simple visit, was
"You’re unusually quiet tonight," the Duke said, his voice brushing against the silence like velvet against skin.Victoria stood by the tall window, arms folded, eyes lost in the smoky distance beyond the estate walls. The candlelight behind her flickered and danced on her ivory skin."Am I?" she replied flatly. "I suppose silence is safer now."The Duke took a step closer, his boots echoing on the marble floor. "Safer from me?"She turned around slowly, lips curled faintly. "Safer from everyone."Their gazes locked. There was heat there, thick enough to smother."Don’t pretend this hasn’t changed you," he said. "I’ve seen the way your hands tremble when no one’s watching. I’ve seen you drift away. You’re losing yourself to this war."Victoria exhaled, her voice bitter. "I already lost myself the moment James was thrown onto that porch like refuse. And you—” she paused, looking away, “You’re just another blade in the back I never saw coming."He flinched. "You still think I was involv
The rain pattered gently on the manor roof, casting a somber rhythm across the candlelit drawing room where Victoria sat curled on a velvet chaise, her fingers trembling around a porcelain cup. The fire crackled, offering no comfort."He's late," she whispered."He's careful," came a new voice.Startled, Victoria turned. A stranger stood in the doorway, soaked from the storm, a scar etched across his jaw, and eyes like cold slate. He pulled off his gloves slowly, not breaking eye contact."Who are you?" Victoria asked, standing abruptly."Name's Lucien St. James. The Duke’s new business partner. Or at least, I was invited under that pretense.""The Duke mentioned no such thing.""He wouldn’t. But here I am."Before she could press further, the door behind Lucien opened again. The Duke entered, pausing at the sight of them."I see you've met," he said, closing the door behind him.Victoria narrowed her eyes. "What's going on?"Lucien smiled dryly. "Ask your Duke."The Duke strode in, r
The soft murmurs of conversation drifted through the heavy curtains as the morning sun peeked through the narrow cracks in the window. Victoria had barely slept, her mind racing with the aftermath of the choice she had made. The echoes of Elena’s words still reverberated in her mind, but it was something else that tugged at her—a feeling, a presence, lurking just beyond her reach.She sat by the window, the cool morning breeze brushing against her skin, but her mind was elsewhere. The Duke’s stern expression haunted her. He had been right to question her decision, but now it was too late. She had made her choice.The door to the room creaked open, and Victoria’s thoughts were broken by the sound. She turned slowly, her eyes meeting those of a new face—an unfamiliar man dressed in dark clothing, his posture rigid, his expression calculating."Lady Victoria," he said, bowing slightly. His voice was deep, but there was an unsettling sharpness to it, like he was assessing every inch of he
The door creaked open, and the tension in the room thickened. Victoria’s eyes darted to Elena, who wore a slight smile, as if the arrival of whoever was outside was no surprise.Victoria’s pulse quickened. The footsteps were heavy, deliberate—someone important, someone dangerous. And the way Elena stood there, completely at ease, told Victoria that whatever was coming wasn’t something she could stop.The door swung fully open, revealing a man Victoria had never seen before. His broad shoulders and cold, calculating eyes told her everything she needed to know: he wasn’t here to make friends."Ah, there you are," Elena said smoothly, her voice calm, almost playful. "You’ve made it just in time."The man stepped into the room, his gaze immediately locking with Victoria’s. She could feel the weight of his stare, cold, assessing, like he was mentally stripping her bare."This is Viktor," Elena said, her tone casual. "He’s my... associate. He’s here to help us take care of things."Victoria
The door slammed shut with a resounding thud, startling Victoria and the Duke. They both turned, their bodies tense, as a woman entered the room, her presence undeniable. There, standing in the threshold, was Isabella’s sister, Elena Deveaurux.Victoria’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of her. Elena was everything Isabella wasn’t: composed, calm, with a quiet power that emanated from her like a shroud. Her dark eyes flickered over the room, assessing the situation with a sharpness that made Victoria uneasy. She was dressed in a simple black dress, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. But the coldness in her gaze was unmistakable."Elena," Isabella said, her voice laced with surprise but also something more—something that could almost be described as reluctance. "What are you doing here?"Elena didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she let her gaze linger on Victoria, studying her with a careful look. Then, she spoke, her voice low and measured. "I came to
Victoria stood by the window, her hands gripping the cold ledge as she gazed out at the sprawling estate. The wind outside had begun to pick up, rustling the trees in the distance, as though echoing the storm inside her mind. Every passing day seemed to pull her further into a web of deceit, betrayal, and calculated moves. Every move, every decision felt like it could lead her closer to her end or to the redemption she longed for.She turned as she heard footsteps behind her. The Duke entered the room, his face grim, the tension in his posture palpable. She could tell something was wrong. The faint echo of the door closing behind him seemed to seal them in, alone with whatever new chaos was about to unfold."Victoria," he said softly, his voice carrying a weight she hadn’t expected. "We have a problem."Her stomach twisted with anticipation. A problem. She was used to that word by now, but she didn’t expect him to say it with such concern. "What is it?" she asked, trying to keep her v
Victoria stood before the window, staring out at the darkness that had settled over the estate. The soft glow of candlelight flickered in the corners of the room, casting shadows that seemed to stretch like fingers across the walls. Her mind was heavy, weighed down by the constant tension that had been building over the past few days. Lord Thomas’s threats still echoed in her ears, the words haunting her even when she tried to shut them out. "You’ll regret this, Victoria," he had said, his voice laced with venom. "You’ll regret ever crossing me."She had tried to push the fear aside, but it clung to her like a second skin, impossible to shake. What did he mean by his final card? What did he have left to play?The Duke’s presence in the room brought a welcome distraction. His footsteps were soft, measured, but his energy was a stark contrast to the quiet dread that enveloped her. She turned, meeting his gaze as he entered. His eyes, usually so calm and steady, were shadowed with someth
Victoria's heart raced in her chest, every instinct screaming at her to flee, to run from the man who had once been her husband. Lord Thomas stood before them, his eyes dark and full of malice, his posture stiff with anger. For a brief, fleeting moment, she wondered if she had truly underestimated him."Lord Thomas," she said again, her voice trembling only slightly, though she wasn’t sure whether it was from fear or the cold fury that boiled in her veins. She stepped forward, trying to make sense of the situation. "What is it you want now?"Lord Thomas gave a humorless chuckle, the sound devoid of any warmth. He turned to face her completely, his eyes piercing through her as if searching for something she couldn’t even name. His smile, twisted and sinister, sent a shiver down her spine. "I want what’s mine, Victoria," he spat, his voice venomous.The Duke, who had stepped beside her, his jaw clenched tightly, moved slightly in front of her, as if shielding her from Lord Thomas’s gaze
Victoria's breath caught in her throat as Lord Thomas’s words hung in the air, heavy with the threat they carried. She could see the anger simmering in his eyes, the barely contained fury that made the tension in the room unbearable. Her gaze flicked to the Duke, searching for any hint of what he might be thinking, but his expression remained inscrutable, like a stone wall."I don’t know what you think you’ve discovered, Thomas," the Duke said, his voice calm, but there was an edge to it that Victoria had never heard before. "But if this is about my dealings with Victoria, you’re mistaken. Whatever it is you think is happening, you're wrong."Lord Thomas let out a soft, humorless laugh, his eyes narrowing as he took a step closer to the Duke. "I don’t think, Duke. I know." He paused, his gaze sweeping over Victoria before locking with the Duke’s. "You’ve been playing a dangerous game. And it’s time to end it."Victoria’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to process the situation