Victoria stood in the doorway with the weapon held steady in both hands. She wore a silk robe, her blonde hair falling loose around her shoulders, and her face was a mask of calculated fury.
"Well," she said softly, almost conversationally. "Isn't this interesting."
Damien stepped in front of Mia without thinking, his body becoming a shield. "Victoria. Put the gun down."
"How touching," Victoria said, her eyes never leaving Mia. "The protective billionaire. The savior. Tell me, Damien, how long have you two been f*****g behind my back?"
"This isn't what you think," Damien said.
"No?" Victoria's laugh was brittle. "Because it looks exactly like what I think. My husband in his surrogate's bedroom. A hidden panel in the wall. Secret supplies. And you, Mia, looking absolutely caught."
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