The air in the chamber turned suffocating as the heavy footfalls of Lord Thomas echoed closer. Victoria’s pulse pounded in her ears, her breath tight in her chest.James stood rigid, his darkened eyes locked on her, silently demanding an answer. The Duke of Marlborough, ever composed, barely shifted, though the amusement in his gaze sharpened.“Victoria?” Lord Thomas’s voice rang out again, this time closer—too close.James reached for her hand. “Say the word, Victoria.” His voice was raw, desperate. “Do you want me to leave?”Her fingers twitched against his.The Duke’s lips brushed her ear, his whisper as dangerous as silk. “Be careful, darling. You can only have one of us. Choose wisely.”The heat of his breath sent a shiver down her spine, but it was nothing compared to the fire in James’s eyes.Choose.The weight of it crushed her.The door handle twisted.Victoria reacted on instinct. In one swift motion, she shoved James backward, toward the open balcony. “Go!” she hissed.His
The sun rose over the estate, casting a deceivingly warm glow over Victoria’s gilded prison. The drawing-room curtains fluttered in the breeze, but the air inside remained suffocating, thick with the weight of unspoken threats.Victoria sat still, spine stiff as Lady Fawnshawe’s knowing smirk played at the edges of her lips.“So quiet, dear,” Lady Fawnshawe murmured, tapping her teacup with a delicate finger. “One would think you were hiding something.”Victoria’s fingers twitched around her own cup. “I assure you, my lady, I have nothing to hide.”Lady Fawnshawe exhaled a quiet chuckle. “That, my dear, is a lie.”A chill crawled up Victoria’s spine.Lady Fawnshawe tilted her head, eyes sharp with amusement. “Do not look so pale, child. If I intended to tell your husband what I saw, I would have done so already.”Victoria’s heartbeat pounded in her ears. “Then why haven’t you?”The older woman leaned in. “Because I find this game far too interesting.”Victoria swallowed hard.Lady Faw
The grand chandelier in the Duke of Marlborough’s ballroom glittered like a thousand stars, casting golden light across the swirling dancers and elegantly dressed guests. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, expensive wines, and the whispers of scandal waiting to unfold.Victoria Windsor stood near the grand staircase, her emerald silk gown clinging to her curves like temptation itself. She knew eyes were on her—some filled with admiration, others with suspicion. But it was the Duke’s gaze that burned the hottest against her skin.“You seem deep in thought, my dear Duchess,” a smooth, velvety voice interrupted.Victoria turned to find Lady Evelyn Ashford standing beside her, a vision of elegance and power. Dressed in midnight blue, the widow exuded an effortless confidence that set her apart from the others.“I was merely admiring the spectacle of the evening,” Victoria responded smoothly, offering a practiced smile.Evelyn’s eyes gleamed with something unreadable. “Ah, but ar
The tension in the ballroom was suffocating. Every whisper, every stolen glance, every slow, deliberate movement felt like part of a carefully orchestrated play—one that Victoria was suddenly at the center of.Her husband, Lord Thomas Windsor, had arrived with Countess Isabella Devereux on his arm. The woman was a known temptress, a strategist in seduction and betrayal, and now she was standing beside Victoria’s husband like she had always belonged there.Victoria’s fingers curled around the stem of her champagne glass, holding tight to keep her emotions from betraying her.“Well, this is quite the entrance,” Genevieve murmured beside her, amusement flickering in her gaze. “Your husband certainly knows how to make a statement.”Victoria didn’t look at her. Her gaze was locked on Thomas, who strode forward with the same imposing presence he always carried. But there was something different about him tonight—something sharper, colder, more deliberate.And when his eyes met hers, they we
The morning air was thick with mist, a pale gray veil stretching over Lord Thomas’s estate. The first rays of sunlight barely pierced through the dense fog, casting long shadows across the grand manor’s stone steps.Two servants, young footmen tasked with beginning their morning duties, trudged toward the entrance, still drowsy from sleep.Then—a scream.A piercing, gut-wrenching scream.The younger of the two footmen stumbled back, eyes wide with horror as he pointed at the lifeless body sprawled on the front porch.Blood stained the pristine steps.The body of James.His throat had been slit cleanly, but there were bruises along his arms and neck, as if he had struggled before death claimed him. His clothing was torn, his once-golden hair now matted with blood.The older footman swallowed hard. "Good Lord..."The other took a shaky step forward before spinning on his heel and bolting back into the house. "M-My Lord! Someone call My Lord!"Servants rushed from different corners of th
The manor’s corridors were cloaked in an eerie stillness that contrasted sharply with the violent storm raging outside. Early morning light filtered weakly through the heavy drapes, illuminating faces pale with dread. In the servants’ quarters, hushed voices and furtive glances betrayed the fear that gripped them all.“We have to get rid of it,” whispered Edgar, a lean footman with haunted eyes, as he and two other servants huddled in a narrow corridor near the back entrance. His voice trembled with a mixture of anger and terror. “Lord Thomas said—he said that if we don’t dispose of James’s body immediately, there will be dire consequences.”Martha, an older maid with years etched into her lined face, frowned deeply. “I heard him himself. He told me to take the body away to the stables and hide it before anyone else sees it. But… how can we do such a thing? It’s monstrous!”Edgar’s eyes darted around as if expecting the master himself to appear at any moment. “Monstrous or not, it’s w
The manor was shrouded in an uneasy silence, the weight of recent events pressing heavily upon its inhabitants. Servants moved about with downcast eyes, whispers trailing in their wake, each carrying their own version of the truth. Lord Thomas, seated in his dimly lit study, stared intently at the flickering flames in the hearth, his mind a labyrinth of schemes and secrets.A discreet knock interrupted his thoughts. He straightened, masking his inner turmoil with a veneer of authority."Enter," he commanded.The door creaked open, revealing a shadowed figure who slipped inside and closed the door with a soft click."Is it done?" Lord Thomas inquired, his voice barely above a whisper.The figure nodded, stepping into the light to reveal a hardened face etched with the marks of a life lived in the shadows."Yes, my lord. The constables have been... taken care of. Their bodies will never be found."A grim satisfaction curled Lord Thomas's lips. "Good. We cannot afford any loose ends."Un
Victoria’s head spun as she tried to make sense of her situation. The world was dark, her breath shallow, and the cold, unforgiving hardwood beneath her sent sharp pains through her body. She could barely move, her wrists bound tightly, and there was a bag over her head, suffocating her senses and trapping her in a haze of confusion.She struggled against the restraints, her heart thumping in her chest. The events leading to her current predicament flashed through her mind in a frantic blur. The ambush in the woods. The masked figures. The sweet-smelling cloth that stole her consciousness. And then, darkness.Now, she lay in a foreign place, the scent of aged wood and something unfamiliar in the air. The sound of footsteps broke the silence, heavy and deliberate, as though someone were pacing. The familiar weight of dread settled in her stomach.Footsteps stopped. A door creaked open."You're awake," a voice rasped, low and smooth with an edge that cut through the air like a blade. Vi
"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