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VictoriaWe had barely made it through the front doors of the mansion before my mother, Eleanor, marched straight ahead, slamming the door so hard it rattled loudly.I let out a huge sigh, bracing myself for the earful that was to come.She began pacing back and forth across the room, her heels clicking loudly against the floor. There were few times I had seen my mother look slightly disheveled, and today was one of those days. She had a bit of hair sticking out, her pearl necklace was wonky, and she had a stern look on her face.I would have let her continue pacing, but knowing my mother, it wouldn’t end anytime soon. So I broke the silence. “Just let it out, Mother.”“Have you lost your mind entirely, Victoria?” Eleanor snapped, turning around to glare at me. “Do you have any idea what you looked like at that hospital today?” She looked at me with utter disgust. “I thought I raised you better. How can you beg a man? And of all men, Jason Sterling? He treated you like you were trash,

JasonI adjusted the knot of my tie in the mirror, turning my head from side to side to make sure it was straight. I smoothed down the front of my jacket and caught my own reflection, my lips curling into a smile.My phone buzzed against the table, vibrating loudly. I picked it up, and the moment I saw her name on the screen, my lips curled into a wide grin.“Hello, baby,” I said, leaning back against the counter.“Hey, you,” Sasha’s soft voice came through the speaker. “Are you almost ready for your big dinner?”“Just finished,” I told her, patting the top of my hair, my face beaming with a smile. “Where are you? Are you on your way?”“The driver just picked me up a few minutes ago,” she answered. “And just so you know, I put on that emerald green dress. The one you said you liked so much.”“Did you?” I laughed softly, feeling a strong urge to just skip the board members’ dinner entirely and take her somewhere else with me. “You’re trying to distract me. You know we still have to pla

Jason"That's a lie!" Victoria shrieked, pushing back her chair so fast it almost fell over. Tears spilled over her eyelashes, ruining her mascara as she shook her head frantically. "Jason, how could you say that? I would never do—I can’t believe you would accuse me of something so awful like this!" she yelled. "This is unbelievable!"I didn't bat an eyelid. I sat back, watching her silently. I rested my arms comfortably against the table. The expression on my face remained blank."Jason, have you lost your mind?" Eleanor stepped in, looking confused. She paused, her brows furrowed together as if she were just figuring it out. "Wait... Sasha? That little receptionist girl from the spa Victoria and I used to go to? The one you were running around town with?" She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "The same one you brought to private family events? You are accusing your own sister, your family, of killing her?" She folded her arms across her chest. "And why would Victoria do that,

JasonThe morning light came through the tall glass windows of the kitchen, casting shadows across the counter. I stood in front of the coffee machine, watching the dark liquid slowly trickle into my mug.For a second, the sound of the machine faded into the distance. I looked toward the doorway, half-expecting to see Sasha standing there in one of my oversized T-shirts, her hair pinned up in a messy bun, laughing at something I couldn’t remember because I was too engrossed in listening to the sound of her laughter. I could almost smell her perfume in the air. I could almost hear that shy laugh she always gave whenever she caught me staring.Then the machine beeped loudly, interrupting the silence, and everything fell quiet again in the kitchen.There was no one there. Just me, standing alone in a house that suddenly felt far too big. My stomach churned; I hadn’t eaten anything in days.I didn't bother sitting down. I took a sip of the bitter coffee, not even tasting it, and stared ou

VictoriaI stayed beside Jason until his breathing slowed, growing deep and even. Once I was sure he wouldn't stir, I pulled myself out from under his arm, fixed my hair in the mirror, and walked back downstairs.Eleanor was still sitting in the dining room, holding her teacup. The moment I got to the bottom of the staircase, she twirled around in her chair to face me."Is he asleep?" she asked, her voice sharp."Yes," I said, walking over to the table.Eleanor turned back around, setting her cup down on the saucer with a soft clink. "Well, thank God. He looked terrible the whole time he was down here. It took everything in me not to tell him that."I rolled my eyes and pulled out a chair across from her. "Mum, you’re not helping at all! Let me guess, you didn’t make breakfast? Because the bacon tasted terrible. I’m sure he could tell!""Pfft!" Eleanor scoffed, waving a hand dismissively in the air. "The man hasn't eaten in days. He would eat my shit if I served it up for him right no