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."

the briefest second. She masked it with a sad nod,

to the living room, the atmosphere was drawn on a string,

who straightened and asked, "What was that

a hand, dropping onto the armchair with a scoff. "Victoria, crying about her fiancé leaving her. Pretending she had nowhere to

around the room. Aiden smirked knowingly, while Susan shook her

even here, she was shamelessly asking for him. Why does it always circle

neutral expression. Maybe she should inform Antonio of this latest update so he

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

Thorne’s cane tapped against the polished floor. His sharp eyes moved from face to face before landing on

"Tell me—how did the gang

dropped like a stone in water, rippling tension

feet. One of them cleared his throat, speaking with measured calm. "Sir, we

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

cane resting against his knee. His silence was worse than

chest, tilted

men 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

that

"And why am I hearing

of estate security stepped forward, sweat beading on his forehead. His voice wavered. "Sir, I... I was going to file the report by morning. Farrell had been with us for a

didn’t think," Old Mr. Thorne interrupted, his tone sharp as a blade. "While a mole walks freely in my estate, feeding enemies information?" His cane struck the

face pale with the