The heavy oak door slammed shut with a resounding thud, echoing through the grand foyer as Louis strode in, his features etched with a mix of fury and betrayal.
“Victoria!” he bellowed, his voice cutting through the tense silence. “Where are you?”
Moments later, Victoria emerged from the drawing room, her brow furrowed with concern. “Louis? What’s wrong?”
Without a word, Louis stalked towards her, his eyes blazing. He thrust a stack of incriminating photographs into her hands, his voice low and dangerous. “Care to explain these?”
Victoria’s eyes widened as she flipped through the damning images, her fingers trembling. “W-what is this? How did you—”
“How did I get these?” Louis interrupted, his tone dripping with venom. “Amaya. It seems your little tryst with your ex-boyfriend has been
