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But my chest is warm , traitorously warm . Dammit. ****************************************** 6:00 p.m . – Victoria’s Villa The villa smells like lavender and old books. Leo is in the yard chasing the dog ; a fluffy white menace who thinks everything is a game . Their laughter echoes over the porch . I sit on the swing, a file folder heavy on my lap. Victoria steps out , elegant as always. She pours tea into delicate china cups , her movements soft but precise . “Show me,” she says. I hand her the patent page. My fingers feel stiff.

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

she told Mary. Mary raised an eyebrow. “Power rushed is power wasted.” “I’m not rushing,” Victoria said. “I’m ready.” Mary studied her for a long moment. Then she nodded. “Then it’s time for the final lesson.” Victoria’s pulse quickened. “Which is?” Mary stood and walked to the bookshelf. She pulled out a slim black notebook and handed it to Victoria. “Control your story,” she said. “Before someone else finishes writing it.” Victoria opened the notebook.

And I, in turn, watched him, dissecting every subtle shift in his expression, every fleeting glance, searching for any sign that her poison had taken root. Later that afternoon, we met up with Liam and Chloe at their favourite bookstore, a cozy labyrinth of towering shelves and the comforting scent of old paper. I had hoped the casual, relaxed atmosphere would help shake off the lingering unease from the morning. Victoria had been conspicuously absent, and for a while, it felt as though the threat had passed.

} Victoria noticed a purple screen pop up in front of her after the system's words, and on the screen was a large book with the title. "Beginner's Guide to Hacking" {You have to become the best at what you do, or else I would be too ashamed to call you my host!}

By the end of it, Victoria had achieved exactly what she’d come for: she’d reestablished her narrative in the mind of the woman who could still influence Alexander’s future. As she stepped into her chauffeured car, she allowed herself a small, satisfied breath. She wasn’t defeated. Not yet. She would bide her time. Gather her strength. Wait for the perfect moment. And when it came, she would strike with precision. Because Victoria Laurent had never been the type to surrender.

I didn’t look up but inside, something cracked. “You didn’t read the book, did you?” I asked suddenly. Victoria’s expression flickered, like a candle nearly blown out. “What?” “My book. The one I gave Alice today. You didn’t ask what it was about.” “I don’t need to,” she said coolly. “I know where that story ends. Lost boys don’t find their way back. They get left behind.” I shook my head, finally lifting my eyes to meet hers. “Not this one.” Then I walked past her.

It took them a few minutes to come back and Victor was following after Lady Waina with a heavy looking book in his hands. "There you go, your grace. Please, return the book when you are done and do not bring any damage to it. It does not have another copy." Lady Waina informed before she turned around to once again get swallowed by the large book shelves, leaving Victor and I alone. Victor and I stayed in silence for a few seconds before I stepped over to him. Reaching my hands out, I tired to take the book from his. But Victor stepped away from me. "I'll escort you to your chambers, if you don't mind. The book is quite heavy. You'll have a hard time carrying it all the way to the king's qua

Because after all, Queen Victoria was only sixteen years older when it all happened. The very next day, Winston was thinking about his options. The conference was about to start within an hour. After seeing Queen Victoria's true beauty, Winston had a change of heart. It was true that Valeria was Winston's mate. But he suddenly became greedy. He made his way towards Queen Victoria's room. He wanted to try his luck. After all, he was born with ultimate luck by his side. A light knock on her bedroom door pulled Queen Victoria out of the book she was lost in. She sighed as she snapped the book shut. "Yes!" Queen Victoria called.

The spy’s eyes widened, then glistened from the tears that glossed them, “Mr Mo— “1 minute.” “Fine!” Finally admitting defeat, “I’ll tell the truth.” ********* Victoria couldn’t help but walk around the library shown to her by Joseph, right after expressing her interest in reading. It was huge, from carrying encyclopedias to simple magazines and bibliographies. She finally settled on a tour magazine which was a guide to the best spots in the island, as a grieving widow—learning about her surroundings was the least she could do. It was getting late when the door barged open, she flinched. Vincent walked in, with annoyance written all over his face, ignoring her gracefully when he went towards