CHAPTER THIRTEEN: VICTOR'S VOW
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Chapter 13: Victor’s Vow
But even as the evidence burned, one man still believed she was a traitor… and he wouldn’t stop until Dante knew the truth.
Outside the mansion walls, Victor, Dante’s most trusted spy, made a silent vow.
“I don’t care what it takes,” Victor muttered under his breath, watching the flames dance through the study window. “I’ll uncover whatever that woman’s hiding.”
He pulled out his phone, scrolling through intercepted messages he’d held back. One, in particular, caught his eye — a recent text from Ethan to Isabella: “Stay strong, my love. The money will soon be ours.”
Victor’s jaw tightened. So, there was more to this.
Back in the clinic, Isabella stirred awake in the pristine white room. A dull ache settled in her head, and the soft beeping of monitors filled the air. Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach.
I’m pregnant…
Her stomach twisted. Was it Ethan’s? Or Dante’s?
The door creaked open, and Dante appeared, eyes darker than night but with a gentleness she didn’t expect.
“You scared the hell out of me,” he said, his voice rough.
“I… I’m sorry,” she whispered, avoiding his gaze.
“You’re carrying my child, Isabella,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “And no one’s going to hurt you now. Not even yourself.”
Tears threatened to spill, guilt gnawing at her heart.
But outside that door, Victor prepared to strike.
He called an unknown number. “I need to see you tonight,” he ordered. “It’s about Isabella.”
The voice on the other end was cautious. “At the docks. Midnight.”
Victor smirked. “I’ll be there.”
And as midnight drew closer, secrets darker than Isabella’s betrayal were about to come to light.
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