Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 431

Chapter 431: Second News

Sandro caught sight of Victoria lingering on the porch. She was backing him, facing the gates, her shoulders slumped, her lilac-colored dress trailing slightly as though she had nowhere else to go.

His brows drew together. Won’t this woman give up? It was late—too late for anyone who wasn’t family to be hovering in the mansion. What was her plan?

"What are you still doing here at this hour, Victoria?" His voice cut through the silence, even but firm.

Victoria turned, her face a portrait of fragile sorrow. She pressed her fingers to the corner of her eye, forcing out tears that glistened under the porch’s bright light. Her lips trembled as she whispered, "My fiancé left me. His family too. They won’t let go of some misconceptions."

Sandro’s jaw tightened. Why wouldn’t Cedric? he thought grimly. When she spends more energy dangling herself around Ewan than nurturing her own relationship. It would have been suspicious if the former hadn’t noticed the play.

He exhaled slowly, trying to rein in his impatience. "That’s unfortunate. But you can’t stay here, Victoria. Book a hotel for the night."

"I—" she faltered, clutching at her handbag as if it were her last lifeline. "I don’t have anywhere else to go. Everything feels so heavy. Please, Sandro... just tonight."

Her doe-like eyes sought his mercy, but he’d seen the act one too many times. First Fiona, and then her.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out his phone, transferred her a generous sum, and showed the digital receipt to her. "There. Enough for a room and more. Now go."

Victoria blinked at the notification on her phone, feigning surprise, then bit her lip. "But... Ewan. I just want to see him, to talk—"

Sandro’s face hardened. "He’s not available. Don’t wait up."

Displeasure flashed across her features, her carefully constructed façade slipping for the briefest second. She masked it with a sad nod, however, then turned away, dragging her steps like a rejected heroine from a cheap play.

When Sandro returned to the living room, the atmosphere was drawn on a string, waiting for him. Their trained gazes on him, a prime indicator of their curiosity.

It was Aiden who straightened and asked, "What was that about?"

Sandro waved a hand, dropping onto the armchair with a scoff. "Victoria, crying about her fiancé leaving her. Pretending she had nowhere to go. I sent her money and told her to leave. She wanted Ewan, of course."

A chorus of scoffs and mutters rippled around the room. Aiden smirked knowingly, while Susan shook her head with open disdain.

Athena, tucked beside her grandfather, pressed her lips together. So, even here, she was shamelessly asking for him. Why does it always circle back to Ewan?

The thought clawed at her, though she tried to hide it behind a neutral expression. Maybe she should inform Antonio of this latest update so he would stop disturbing her.

Ewan himself said nothing, but his fingers flexed against his knee. Victoria again. He hated how her name still managed to pierce through every layer of peace he tried to hold. Good riddance if her fiancé left her. She was never meant to stay at his office after all.

The room stayed hushed as Old Mr. Thorne’s cane tapped against the polished floor. His sharp eyes moved from face to face before landing on the group of agents yet standing by the second doorway, bringing everyone to focus.

His voice, though calm, carried weight. "Tell me—how did the gang infiltrate my estate?"

The words dropped like a stone in water, rippling tension through every corner of the room.

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