The rest of the dinner passed in a blur of forced elegance. Victor played the part of the perfect host, managing the tense business discussions with a cold precision that kept everyone in line. Libby remained his silent, beautiful companion, nodding and smiling through the heavy atmosphere until the last guest finally departed into the night.
Once the front door closed, Victor’s demeanour shifted. The hardness in his eyes softened, replaced by something warm and attentive. He reached for Libby’s hand, his fingers interlacing with hers.
"You were perfect tonight," he murmured, leading her toward the grand staircase. "My good girl."
Upstairs, the room was lit by dim bedside lamps. Victor sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt before her. His hands were gentle as he began to unfasten th
