VIKTOR was alone in the dim-lit study room, sitting on the swivel chair. A glass of whiskey was in his hand while his eyes were sharply staring at the wall. The scene in the pool last Sunday and the way Lucian stared at Lena during dinner.
He knows. Lucian has a thing for his fiance. He worked so hard to impress Magdalena. He pulled all the strings, manipulated everything that could get in the way to give Lena the freedom she wanted. There’s no way he’d let all those efforts go to waste.
Not because of his rebellious son.
He won’t allow it.
The door swung open, a tall shadow blocked his view of the door. Lucian entered the room, wearing the same smirk he wore in the dinner.
Viktor didn’t say a word. He watched Lucian walk around with oozing confidence. He dropped his body on the singl
