Tainted Whispers
"Show me the proof, or I will paint this room with your blood."
Without a word, Dimitri lifted the tablet and pressed play.
Victor’s eyes locked onto the screen. And in that exact moment, his entire universe came crashing down around him.
The video feed was crystal clear, recorded in high-definition night vision just twenty minutes ago. The study was dark, but the pale moonlight illuminated everything perfectly. There she was. Serena. His innocent, beautiful wife. She was wearing the exact same dark silk slip she had worn in his bed.
Victor watched, frozen, as she dropped to her knees behind his mahogany desk. He watched her pull back the heavy rug. He watched her locate the hidden floorboar
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