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

drawn on a string, waiting for him. Their trained gazes on him, a prime indicator of

and

her. Pretending she had nowhere to go. I sent

Aiden smirked knowingly, while Susan shook her head

her lips together. So, even here, she was

behind a neutral expression. Maybe

He hated how her name still managed to pierce through every layer of peace he tried to hold. Good riddance if her fiancé left her. She was never

room stayed hushed as Old Mr. Thorne’s cane tapped against 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 everyone

"Tell me—how did the gang

in water, rippling tension through every

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

gates, screened every vendor,

cane resting against his knee. His silence was worse than anger, and the agents began

her chest, tilted her head. "Is any

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 guard named Farrell. He hasn’t reported

silence that followed

why

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

Mr. Thorne interrupted, his tone sharp as a blade. "While a mole walks freely in my estate, feeding enemies information?" His cane struck

hunched, his face pale with the fear of losing