POV: VICTORIA
I stand on the sidewalk in front of the Valcor mansion—my mansion for the past five years—staring up at the illuminated windows of the east wing. I can see shadows moving inside. She’s up there, settling into my space, claiming my place, stealing my life.
And Adrián let her throw me out.
My phone vibrates in my purse. I ignore it. It’s probably my assistant with some corporate crisis that, at this moment, I couldn’t care less about.
All I can think about is the way Lola De Rossi looked at me. Like I was the intruder. Like the last five years meant nothing. Like she could simply erase me from Adrián’s life with one cold command.
“Get out of my house.”
As if it were her house.
As if she had any right.
I start walking down the street, my heels echoing against the even
