Viya's POV
At the auction, I noticed Miranda whispering urgently to Lucius, her eyes fixed on the painting with obvious hunger. Perfect opportunity to mess with her.
I leaned closer to Lucius, my fingers trailing deliberately along his forearm as I gazed up at the artwork with feigned fascination.
"It's absolutely gorgeous," I murmured, just loud enough for Miranda to hear. "Don't you think it would look perfect in our home?"
He raised his paddle without a moment's hesitation.
"Ten million from number 68," the auctioneer announced with satisfaction.
I saw Miranda's face tighten. Small victories.
When Lucius raised his paddle to bid with others. Miranda's eyes blazing red with fury as the price climbed.
I hid my smirk behind my catalog. So predictable.
When the
