Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 431: Second News

Sandro caught sight of Victoria lingering on the porch. She was backing him, facing the gates, her shoulders slumped, her lilac-colored dress trailing slightly as though she had nowhere else to go.

His brows drew together. Won’t this woman give up? It was late—too late for anyone who wasn’t family to be hovering in the mansion. What was her plan?

"What are you still doing here at this hour, Victoria?" His voice cut through the silence, even but firm.

Victoria turned, her face a portrait of fragile sorrow. She pressed her fingers to the corner of her eye, forcing out tears that glistened under the porch’s bright light. Her lips trembled as she whispered, "My fiancé left me. His family too. They won’t let go of some misconceptions."

Sandro’s jaw tightened. Why wouldn’t Cedric? he thought grimly. When she spends more energy dangling herself around Ewan than nurturing her own relationship. It would have been suspicious if the former hadn’t noticed the play.

He exhaled slowly, trying to rein in his impatience. "That’s unfortunate. But you can’t stay here, Victoria. Book a hotel for the night."

"I—" she faltered, clutching at her handbag as if it were her last lifeline. "I don’t have anywhere else to go. Everything feels so heavy. Please, Sandro... just tonight."

Her doe-like eyes sought his mercy, but he’d seen the act one too many times. First Fiona, and then her.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out his phone, transferred her a generous sum, and showed the digital receipt to her. "There. Enough for a room and more. Now go."

Victoria blinked at the notification on her phone, feigning surprise, then bit her lip. "But... Ewan. I just want to see him, to talk—"

Sandro’s face hardened. "He’s not available. Don’t wait up."

second. She masked it with a sad nod, however, then turned away, dragging her steps like a rejected heroine from a

the living room, the atmosphere was drawn on a string, waiting for him. Their trained gazes on him, a prime

was Aiden who straightened and

Pretending she had nowhere to go. I sent

room. Aiden smirked knowingly, while Susan

she was shamelessly asking for him. Why does it always circle back

she tried to hide it behind a neutral expression. Maybe she should inform

every layer of peace he tried to hold. Good riddance if her fiancé

the polished floor. His sharp eyes moved from face to face before landing on the group of agents yet standing by the second doorway, bringing

voice, though calm, carried weight. "Tell me—how did the gang

words dropped like a stone in water, rippling

shifting on their feet. One of them cleared his throat, speaking with measured

in, his voice defensive. "We’ve doubled checks at the gates, screened every vendor, reviewed the

his knee. His silence was worse than anger, and the agents began fidgeting under the weight of

her chest, tilted

exchanged glances again. At first, all shook their heads in unison. But hesitation crept into one man’s face. He shifted uncomfortably before muttering, "There... there is one. A

that

"And why

stepped forward, sweat beading on his forehead. His voice wavered. "Sir, I... I was going to file the

"While a mole walks freely in my estate, feeding enemies information?" His cane struck the floor with a

pale with the