VICTOR’S POV
I slammed the door open, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. But what I saw froze me in place.
Emorie was lying on my bed, a smirk playing on her face as if she belonged there all along. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, and that smug expression ignited a fire inside me I couldn’t contain. All the anger, frustration, and betrayal I’d been holding back surged up like a tidal wave.
Without thinking, I lunged at her, my hands instinctively grabbing her by the throat. My grip tight but trembling with rage. I threw her hard against the wall, her eyes widened slightly, but then, slowly, she stood up, a sly smile still on her face.
“You know I like it rough, babe,” she said, voice dripping with mock innocence. “But what was that for?”
My voice cracked with fury. “I told you
