Fractured Alliances
Natashas POV~
My Seryne apartment was thrown in sharp relief with the dim light of my laptop screen, which flashed with a new headline: Clawford Heiress Defies Scandal at Auction. Valenticia’s fine speech, of dedicating a fortune to “truth,” returned to mock me. My fingers tensed around the wooden armrest, my nails burrowing into it, and sweats from jealousy trickled down my veins. Dmitri lounged on the sofa next to me, his tie slack, his eyes far away, in one hand he held a whisky. He’d been like that ever since we’d stumbled on the video late last night, a Vakette internship forwarding us the link with a smug Thought you’d want to see this. Dmitri had been silent as he’d watched Valenticia defy them, his jaw locked, her brilliance a shock he was marveled at. “You’re
