Viviane clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms, the sharp pain coursing through her.
"I'm Cyril's real wife on the official records, unlike some people who can only exist in the shadows as a secret mistress," she shot back with cold precision.
Aria's face paled, a flash of fury flashing across her eyes.
"You!" Aria spat.
"Did I hit a nerve?" Viviane's lips curled into a mocking smile. "You're acting like the other woman, and yet you still have the audacity to act all high and mighty. Have you no shame?"
"Shut up, b***h!" Aria trembled with rage, her hand rising, ready to slap Viviane.
But before she could strike, a strong hand shot out, grabbing her wrist.
"Miss, you might want to rethink that," a deep, icy voice said.
Viviane looked up to see Zeth standing be
