~Victoria’s POV~
I screamed and hurled the mug Robert drank from against the wall as he stormed out of the house.
Why must Robert be so perceptive? Why must he always see through me? Why did he have to discover I was the one behind Mia’s disappearance? Why him?
I rushed up the stairs and locked myself in my room. Guilt had consumed me for the past twenty-four hours. The day I returned to the hideout, I saw the masked men barging in. In panic, I had quickly alerted the guards before fleeing. That day, I planned to film a video—anonymously leak it online—showing Mia’s suffering, using it to demand Elizabeth’s appearance publicly. But Robert had interfered and ruined everything.
I grabbed the wine glass from my bed and smashed it against the wall, its shattering sound releasing the anger I held in. All I needed was pressure—just enough to force Elizabeth out of the shadows. For years I’d searched for her—not just for answers about the missing infant, the golden necklace, and the file, bu
