Angel from Hell

Chapter 5 You Seduced Him First

Dorothy didn't even have a chance to respond before Vincent leaned down and kissed her.

She pushed against his shoulders, turning her face away to avoid his lips.

He smirked. "What's wrong? Don't want me to accompany you to the gala anymore?"

She sighed, recalling how she used to think of him as the perpetually serious, untouchable ice king.

It turned out he was just like every other man—nothing more than a predator.

'Men are always men,' she thought bitterly.

"We're going to be late."

"So what?" he replied, completely unfazed.

Dorothy raised her hand, tracing his jawline with her fingertips, sliding down his neck, following the lines of his shirt until her fingers hooked onto his belt buckle. "Don't you think some gifts are more exciting when opened during the celebration? Adds a little extra thrill, you know."

Her cool touch seemed to carry a kind of magic, igniting him inch by inch, making him willingly surrender to her charms, eager to be her captive.

"Very well, my queen," Vincent murmured, lost in the spell of her allure. But moments later, his eyes cleared, and he realized with a flash of frustration that he had almost lost his composure.

'Damn, I let her get to me," he thought.

This woman wasn't just sexy and alluring; she was smart, and bold.

For the first time, Vincent found himself enjoying the challenge of sparring with a clever woman.

He helped her up, rolled down the window, and the waiting driver quickly jumped into the front seat and drove them to the event.

When they arrived, they walked into the ballroom together, instantly drawing the attention of everyone present, thanks to their striking looks and the weight of their combined identities.

Dorothy held onto Vincent's arm as they made their way to the center of the room. Spotting Harvey surrounded by a group of people, she waited for the crowd to disperse before speaking up. "Hello, Harvey."

"Dory? What are you doing here?" Harvey looked surprised to see her, and when his gaze shifted to the man beside her, his eyebrows shot up. "Vincent Valentine?"

"Harvey, I'll explain everything to you later," Dorothy said quietly before introducing the two men.

They exchanged a handshake and a few pleasantries.

After expressing his admiration for Vincent, Harvey turned to Dorothy and laughed, "It's been a long time since I've seen you, Dory. Vincent, if you don't mind, could I have a word with her in private?"

Vincent smiled and took a step back, gesturing for them to proceed.

Dorothy glanced at him before following Harvey into a nearby lounge.

The heavy wooden door closed behind them, shutting out the noise of the ballroom.

Harvey sighed and spoke with a solemn tone, "Dory, do you know what you're getting yourself into?"

Dorothy pleaded, "Harvey, please help me."

"I know you want to clear your father's name," Harvey said, thinking of his late friend with a heavy heart. "But you have to understand, even if you've found evidence, exposing the real culprit won't be easy. Neither the Valentine Group nor the Sunite family will let you reopen the case."

She looked at him with determination. "My father wasn't a criminal; he was framed. If I give up, who else will fight to clear his name? Harvey, from the moment I sought out Vincent, I knew there was no turning back. No matter how difficult this path is, I have to find the truth, bring the culprit to justice, and let my father's soul rest in peace."

Harvey looked at her, feeling a mixture of frustration and helplessness. "I'll help you, Dory, but you have to promise me you'll take care of yourself. Believe me, your father cared more about you than the truth."

She nodded and turned to leave the lounge, only to see that Vincent now had a new companion by his side—her stepsister, Katherine, the same woman she had clashed with earlier that morning.

When Vincent noticed Dorothy coming out, he gave her a look full of amusement. Katherine, noticing where his gaze was fixed, turned to see Dorothy as well.

Instantly, a flash of anger crossed Katherine's otherwise elegant face.

Dorothy couldn't help but smile as she made her way over to them.

"Sister, what brings you here?" she asked sweetly.

"I'm not surprised to be here. But you—what are you doing here?" Katherine responded with a saccharine smile, a glint of triumph in her eyes. "Could it be that you heard your boyfriend Jamie would be attending, and you came chasing after him?"

The word "boyfriend" made Vincent raise his eyebrow and look at Dorothy.

Dorothy sneered. Had Katherine forgotten how she had stolen Jamie from her in the first place? "Sister, I'm surprised you're still in touch with Jamie after all these years. No wonder he chose you back then. I wonder what you gave him to make him hold on so tightly?"

Katherine's face instantly paled. She glanced at Vincent, saw no reaction, and dared to sneer, "Jamie's a notorious playboy. You're the only one who'd be interested in someone like that. Sure, he chased after me, but I'm not the kind of lowly woman who would steal her sister's boyfriend. Besides, my heart has long belonged to someone else, someone who's right here by my side."

As she spoke, she linked her arm through Vincent's.

Dorothy stared at Katherine. First, she stole her boyfriend, and now she insulted her taste? That was too much.

"Oh? Funny, because six years ago, Jamie sent me a video trying to win me back. He said it would prove that you were the one who seduced him first, and he just made a mistake."

Katherine's heart skipped a beat, but she lifted her chin, feigning calmness. "Jamie's the type of disgusting man who would say anything to get what he wants. Poor Dory, what did you ever see in him?"

"I merely had a crush on Jamie," Dorothy said with a smile, pulling out her phone and waving it teasingly. "But the things you did for him in that video—now that was something. I'm sure my future brother-in-law would be curious to see just how far you're willing to go for the man you love."

She turned to Vincent with a playful grin. "How about I send the video to you both so that you can judge its authenticity? Honestly, if it turns out Jamie faked it to slander you, you could sue him. I'd love to see a scumbag get what he deserves."

Katherine glared at Dorothy, her eyes burning with hatred.

She could feel a cold sweat breaking out on her back. The thought of Vincent seeing that video made her knees weak.

"Enough! What do you want?" Katherine snapped.

"What do I want? Oh, nothing much, just borrowing my future brother-in-law for a while," Dorothy smiled sweetly as she turned to Vincent, her tone innocent. "I just closed a big deal for you. Don't you think your lucky charm deserves a little celebration?"

Vincent was genuinely surprised. So soon? "Let's go," he said.

Katherine quickly interjected, "Vincent, I want to come with you."

Vincent paused, turning to look at Katherine with a cold stare as if she were already dead.

Katherine froze in place, watching helplessly as Dorothy linked arms with Vincent and walked away together.

A cold wind swept past, carrying the sound of their intimate conversation to her ears.

"Vincent, I had a fight with Mom and ran away from home. I don't have anywhere to stay. Can you take me in for a few days?"

Katherine couldn't hear Vincent's response, but her heart burned with a mix of anxiety, anger, and resentment.

"Dorothy, you b***h! I'll make sure you and your mother are kicked out of my family," she cursed inwardly.