ANMELDENVICTORIALorenzo appeared with a savage expression, fangs bared, forcing his way into the ring closing around me.His hand caught my wrist and he pulled me behind his back.“Your Omega just committed a crime of passion! We all saw it! You can’t protect her from this!”“And who says that?” Lorenzo snarled at the man who’d brought the guards. “You? Want to come take her yourself? Got the balls for that?”The man shrank back.Our bodyguards arrived too, forming a wall against the others. Growls rumbled through the men like wild animals. A fight could break out any second.“I’m sure there’s a rational explanation for all this. Mrs. Greco would never do something so despicable. Before accusing someone, you should be certain.” Stephanie’s voice cut in, calm and icy.“We all saw her, damn it! What more proof do you want?! You tell her!”More people crowded in.My hand squeezed Lorenzo’s in a silent plea. I was shaking.“Easy,” he murmured, glancing back at me. “Trust me.”That one look, tho
VICTORIAI tried to pull away, but he had me locked in place.Everything happened so fast, so violently. I tasted blood when I tried to bite him. I’d rip his mouth apart if he kept forcing me.Then I heard a crash nearby, dishes shattering on the floor, and a furious roar.Luca shoved me away hard, wiping his mouth like he was disgusted.“I told you to stop chasing me,” he muttered through clenched teeth, low, like he was barely holding himself back. “Don’t you have any pride?”Only then did it hit me...This had been his plan from the beginning.My hair was suddenly yanked back in a brutal fist by Marcella.“You miserable whore! I told you to stop going after my man!”She screamed, making a full scene as she lunged at me in blind fury.I fought back, wrenching my hair from her grip while dodging the swing aimed at my face.The whole time I tried to shove her away. I didn’t want to hit her because she was pregnant. Not because I feared her.I just needed out of this scandal.I kept sea
VICTORIA“I see you showed Alpha Greco a few more qualities than the ones you ever showed me.” His low, mocking voice carried across the terrace.I clenched my fists, swallowing the surge of rage and disgust when his eyes slid over me and lingered on the dip of my cleavage.“Patriarch Greco, my man isn’t some boot-licking Alpha like you,” I said, lifting my chin.He had come to humiliate me. That much was obvious. And I wasn’t going to let him treat me like garbage again.“Your man?” he scoffed, taking a step closer.Behind me, the stone railing blocked my escape.“I think you’ve sunk right back into that cute little illusion that you’re in a perfect, happy relationship. Just like when you were with me. Your Patriarch is using you for an end, same as I did. Let’s hope it works out better for him than it did for me with the Bianchi…”“You disgusting rat. I know exactly what advantages you got, and you know damn well my father was pulling the strings. You greedy, pathetic excuse for a m
VICTORIA“That junkie...”“Silvia.” The King’s voice rang out, intimidating, when the Queen snorted under her breath.She fell silent, but it was obvious the daughter of one of the King’s “other” wives wasn’t to her liking.Honestly, it felt so hypocritical of him to talk about tradition when he had a whole harem lined up for him.“I was just leaving the bar where I’d gone to chat with some friends, and I found her in a bit of trouble. I’m not a bad person like some people try to make me look,” I said, taking the chance to slip my own venom in too, wrapped in polite words.“The whole thing was pretty strange...” The King answered, stroking his beard, clearly skeptical."Her car was never found, and the bar’s security cameras and the nearby ones conveniently failed. Eva doesn’t really remember what happened to her either. Some details are... confusing...”I clenched my jaw, not knowing what to say next.Of course I’d rehearsed with the guys what to say if I got questioned, but I wasn’t
VICTORIALorenzo squeezed my hand hard as he signaled Ángelo to come with us.I watched him take a few small, delicate bags from one of our discreet bodyguards.I didn’t know what was inside. I didn’t ask either, and all my energy was focused on getting up the stairs and not leaving a sweat stain on my dress under my arms.“Relax,” was Lorenzo’s last whisper when we reached the King’s line of guards.Men in dark suits. Huge. Intimidating. But they immediately gave way, lowering their heads and making room for us to move forward.That’s when I saw what was really up here. It was like another reception, with comfy seating, premium drinks, and a clear view down below.“Patriarch Greco,” the King said, saying Lorenzo’s name without even getting up from the main chair in the middle of the gathering, farther back.I looked at him from the corner of my eye. A few gray strands in his fair hair, and his beard neatly trimmed.He looked mature, but for a man about to turn one hundred and fifty,
VICTORIATruth is, I felt like a goddess.The dress Stephanie had picked for me was the most beautiful thing I’d ever put on. Champagne metallic, with that satin kind of shine that caught every bit of light in the room.The mermaid cut hugged my body, then flared out into a perfect circle of glossy fabric, trailing into a small train behind me.The sweetheart neckline showed off my generous breasts without looking cheap, and the sleeves draped down my shoulders with an effortless grace.My hair was down, swept to one side. I held up the skirt as we walked, the slit flashing along my right leg, and we moved through this wide, luxurious hallway like we belonged here.Stephanie and I had arrived with our bodyguards, coming from the cabin to this ostentatious mansion where they were holding the welcome reception.Unfortunately, Lorenzo couldn’t come with me. He left early to tie up loose ends for the plan.“Are you sure that girl’s okay... and I’m not going to get you into trouble?” I whi







