The carefully crafted image of Yvonne as a “tragic, mute victim” collapsed overnight.
Those who had been deceived by her facade quickly turned on her, condemning her lies.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t there to see Victor’s reaction when he found out the truth.
Honestly, it was a real shame.
What I did know was that chaos erupted in Victor’s villa shortly after. The sounds of angry shouting and hysterical sobbing
echoed throughout the house.
Within days, the drama reached William.
Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. “I want to break off this engagement with her!”
Growing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion.
Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts caution–that was the rule.
Had no one ever taught Victor the same?
Maybe not.
Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born.
His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. Despite her origins, she’d secured unwavering affection and favor.
Victor grew up with the assumption that everything–the family’s resources, people, and decisions–naturally revolved around
him.
To him, marriages could be arranged or dissolved at his whim.
Anything he decided was absolute, immune to doubt or opposition.
But this time, his entitlement met its match. William, enraged and on the verge of collapsing from anger, slammed his hand against the table.
