Chapter One hundred and Nineteen: POV3: Dancing with the devil's plan

“La-la-la!”

Victoria twirled around the table, a glass of red wine in one hand, a cigarette lazily releasing curls of smoke in the other. Her movements were slow, almost hypnotic, like she was savoring each second of her little victory.

On the table, scattered like a deck of cursed playing cards, lay photographs—grainy yet clear enough to speak volumes. Each one captured Sophia and Conrad in compromising positions. Some were too close for comfort, others blurry yet damning enough to shatter a reputation.

Victoria stopped mid-spin and gazed down at the pictures with a triumphant smirk.

The door creaked open, and Thelma’s sharp voice sliced through the air.

“What’s got you so happy, sister?”

Without answering, Victoria pointed at the table, her red-polished nails tapping on the photographs. She blew a long stream of smoke from her lips, watching it drift towards the ceiling like a silent whisper.

Thelma’s heels clicked against the tiled floor as she approached. She picked up one