LOGINI hate you so much Victor," Gloria said coldly. "I thought I gave you the perfect opportunity to sleep with your mistresses as much as you want. You can fuck any woman you want now without feeling guilty. Isn't that what you wanted? Not that you ever feel guilt anyway."
On the other end of the call, Victor sounded relaxed, almost amused by what Gloria was saying. "Honey, I will still fuck as many women as I want after this whole 'running away' thing you did," he said casually. "I just don't want my daughter thinking she lost her mom because of me. You know I love my daughter very much." Gloria's grip on her phone tightened; she was about to explode with anger. "My daughter will never lose her mother," Gloria said. "But she already lost her dad a long time ago. So stop pretending like you care about her now." Victor didn't respond immediately. When he finally spoke, his tone was indifferent, like the conversation didn't matter to him at all. "If you say so, what's it going to be?" "Fine," she snapped. "I will go to your mother's party. And I will take my daughter with me." Gloria hung up before Victor could reply. She was already shaking with anger. The moment the call ended, she threw the phone onto the bed and covered her face with both hands. Her chest felt tight. She had really hoped she could cut ties with the Anderson family quickly after the divorce. But Victor knew exactly how to control the situation. He's using their daughter as a tool to frustrate her. Gloria knew that as long as their daughter was involved, she could never completely avoid him. "Great," she muttered bitterly. "Now I have to pretend to be the good wife again." The person she dreaded seeing the most wasn't even Victor. It was his mother. Her mother-in-law had never once taken her side in the marriage. Whenever Gloria complained about Victor coming home late or rumors about other women, his mother always took her son's side and would rather blame Gloria for her son going astray. "A wife should be more understanding of her husband's needs. If a man looks elsewhere, it's because his wife isn't doing enough. You don't satisfy him, so he's seeking that satisfaction elsewhere. After all, he still comes home to you and your daughter at the end of the day. You need to behave better and stop nagging all the time." Gloria took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. "It's fine," she told herself quietly. "This will be the last time I will have to mingle with them. For my daughter's sake, I will go there once more." After Gloria hung up, Victor looked at his phone and laughed under his breath. He already knew she would agree. She was that easy to control. He knew she would always come back if their daughter was involved. "Stupid woman. Let's see how she gets the divorce," he muttered. At that moment, Annabel ran toward him holding a toy. "Daddy! Can we go home now? I want to see mummy!" Victor crouched down and smiled. "My princess, don't you like daddy's company?" "No," Annabel said seriously. "I like mommy's company better." Victor raised his eyebrows. "Only Mommy? Daddy can keep you company too. I can take you to your favorite places and buy you the finest toys in this world. Won't you like that?" Annabel shook her head. "No. Daddy, I only want my mommy." "Why don't you want me?" "Because Daddy doesn't keep his promises, and Daddy is always making mummy cry," she said honestly. Victor froze for a moment. The words his daughter had just said made him uncomfortable, but he quickly brushed it off. "Why would Gloria cry all the time when he's always giving her money? He made sure she and their daughter never lacked anything. Anyway, that's nonsense," he said with a forced smile. "I'm sure that when Annabel grows up, she will know what a great father I was." Gloria chose a simple red dress with an open back from her bag. It was one of her favorite dresses before she got married to Victor. She left all the expensive gowns Victor bought for her in her closet. She doesn't want anything that will connect her to him anymore. On the way to the Gray mansion, she called him. Victor answered on the first ring. "Yes, Mrs. Anderson." "Where are you?" Gloria asked. "I'm heading to your mom's place right now. And where is my daughter?" "Oh, our daughter and I are already here," he said. "She's with her grandma." Then he added casually, "My mom keeps asking about you. She says you are slacking off on your duties as a wife, and you can't even take care of yourself or your family." He lowered his voice slightly. "I mean, she's not wrong. She's right." Gloria ended the call. She knew arguing with Victor was pointless. She knew that everything would be over soon, and she would be free from Victor and his narcissistic mother. She walked toward the main hall, but suddenly someone stepped in front of her — two people, actually. "You actually came," a female voice asked. She looked up. Victor stood there with his secretary, his arm around her waist, staring at her with a smirk. Victor's eyes moved slowly over her dress. "She doesn't even know how to dress properly," his secretary said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That old dress looks good on you," Victor said. "It reminds me of when we used to sneak around in college. It's just so unfortunate that you have lost all your charms and have become old, unlike my beautiful secretary here, who's still in her prime, and knows how to take care of my needs in bed."Lilly was utterly confident that she knew every woman who had crossed paths with Victor over the past four years a privilege that had always been hers alone, one Gloria had never been granted. For reasons that baffled everyone, Victor had steadfastly refused to let Gloria work in his office, even when she'd offered her services multiple times. She possessed all the qualities of an exemplary secretary: sharp organizational skills, unflappable poise under pressure, and an intuitive grasp of his needs. But Victor had only scoffed at her overtures, dismissing her as a "dumb bitch" unfit for the intellectual demands of the role. "You're too busy crying and playing housewife," he'd sneered. "Secretary work requires real brainpower—something you squander on tears."Lilly had always taken immense pride in her position as Victor's private secretary, viewing herself as vastly superior to his frumpy wife in every way: smarter, sexier, more ambitious. Her competence had blossomed into something i
I just want to keep you company while you watch your movie. What's so wrong with that?" Priscilla pleaded, her voice a mix of feigned innocence and rising frustration. This would mark the very first time she'd perched on this bed the one Gloria had once claimed night after night, cuddling up beside Victor as they shared lazy evenings with popcorn and films. Lilly had always been relegated to stolen afternoons or hotel suites, never granted this intimate privilege. But now, with Gloria gone, she saw her opening.Victor's face darkened, his jaw clenching in barely contained anger. "I never gave you permission to 'accompany' me. Not here, not like this. Leave now before I completely lose my patience."Lilly gasped, her hand flying to her chest in theatrical shock. "How dare you! You've said things like that to me before playful, teasing and I loved it!""Well, this isn't playful," Victor shot back, his tone icy and final. "This is the new reality. Get used to it. Leave."Lilly froze,
Victor's limousine glided smoothly into the sprawling underground garage of the Anderson family mansion, its tires whispering against the pristine concrete floor. The chauffeur, a stoic man named Elias who had served the family for over fifteen years, hopped out with practiced efficiency and opened the rear door. Victor stepped out, nodding a brief thanks before making his way up the short flight of steps to the grand main entrance. The heavy oak doors, carved with intricate family crests, swung open effortlessly at his touch, revealing an interior that gleamed with obsessive perfection.Everything was squeaky clean, polished to a mirror shine—far beyond what he'd grown accustomed to. In recent weeks, Victor had hired a small army of additional maids, gardeners, and household staff to maintain the estate's impeccable standards. It had once been Gloria's domain, her personal passion project to keep the mansion in flawless condition. He had to admit, with a pang of reluctant admiration,
Victor arrived at the towering corporate headquarters of the Gray family empire precisely two hours after Lukas had departed. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the gleaming glass facade as he stepped out of his sleek black limousine, his mind swirling with a cocktail of guilt and unease. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted his trusted executive secretary: "Please don't leave the office yet. I need to check on something important." Deep down, he knew it was utterly wrong to harbor even a sliver of doubt toward his younger brother, Lukas. After all, Lukas had never once betrayed him, never shown the slightest ambition to seize control of the vast Gray family legacy. The two brothers had shared a bond forged in their tumultuous childhood, one that Vincent had always cherished."Though, if he truly desires his rightful share," Vincent mused to himself as the elevator hummed upward, "I would gladly divide all my businesses, properties, and inheritance with him equally.
Lukas sighed loudly and pulled out a thick file from inside his briefcase. He held it out toward the older secretary. "Look, it is just a few simple papers about the current project I am working on with my big brother Victor. There is no need for you to be so careful and guarded about it like this."Lukas handed over the full file of documents that needed the signature right into the secretary’s waiting hands. From what she could see, he looked a bit annoyed and frustrated, but not truly angry or out of control yet."Thank you very much, Mr. Lukas Anderson," she said politely as she took the documents from him. She sat down at her desk and started looking through every page carefully, skimming the key parts with sharp eyes.She had a few quiet suspicions in the back of her mind. This came mostly because seeing Lukas made her remember Mr. Peter Anderson from his early days long ago. She had worked closely with Mr. Peter as his real, trusted secretary for many years. She knew firsthan
Sir, if I remember right, you don't have any more meetings scheduled at the office tonight, do you?" the chauffeur asked carefully, glancing back."I'm thinking my little brother Lukas might still be there in my office. I want to catch him and have a quick talk about a few things. Stop asking so many questions and just drive," Victor ordered again, his voice sharp and no-nonsense.So, the chauffeur nodded quickly and turned the car around. They drove out through the main gate of the big Anderson Mansion and headed straight to Victor's main company office building downtown. Victor did not call Lukas ahead to warn him or let him know. He just wanted to show up by surprise to make sure about something on his mind. If he called first, he would feel a bit guilty deep down. Because... for some strange reason, Victor had started to wonder if Lukas ever thought about ruining the whole family one day.**Lukas arrived at the office building soon after Victor gave him the okay over the phone ea
After she was done paying at the counter, Gloria walked out of the school building feeling weak from head to toe. Her entire body ached with exhaustion, as if the forty-thousand-dollar weight had physically drained every ounce of strength from her muscles. The bright midday sun glared down merciless
"Oh! Good morning, Mrs. Anderson. Are you here to talk about Annabel's problem with her classmates?" the old Mrs. Andrew said with a kind but tired smile. She had already expected Gloria to come discuss the bullying issue that Annabel was facing at school. "Please come in, Mrs. Anderson. I've been
Gloria paused for a second, looking just as confused as he did, her hands fidgeting with her apron."But that one is for—""That's for Annabel!" Annabel claimed excitedly, jumping a little. "I like banana and milk! Um... cheese and yogurt too! Mommy always makes a yummy banana-apple smoothie every
Annabel saw a man sitting at the big dining table in the sunny kitchen, his eyes sharp like a hawk's watching every move. His brooding gaze scared her even more, making her little heart beat fast like a drum.He was tall and scary like a giant from her bedtime stories, with no kindness in his stern







