Chapter 133

Victor's life began with privilege.

He was given the finest education, access to every exclusive resource money

could buy.

But what his family offered in luxury, they lacked in warmth.

Raised in a house where affection was replaced by cold, transactional exchanges, Victor became the perfect heir-ruthless, calculating, and as unyielding as steel.

If it hadn't been for the appearance of that little girl all those years ago, he might have grown into something far worse-reckless, perhaps even heartless.

Suddenly, Isadora heard Victor's low, dangerously enticing voice in her ear.

"Sleep with me once, and I'll hand you the entire Vaughan Group. What do you say?"

Isadora froze.

He made the offer as casually as if he were gifting her a piece of jewelry.

And perhaps, for him, it really was that simple.

Still, her heart fluttered with a mix of fear and excitement.

expected her to blush

up, looped her arms around his neck, pulled his head down, and kissed

she was the

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exclusive financial summit-the most prestigious event on

corporations were invited, with Wainwright Holdings and the Fitzgerald Group right at the top

cluster of CEOS and high-level executives, all

well aware Victor would be

doors to the ballroom swung open

tailored, every line emphasizing his commanding presence. The knot of his tie was styled to perfection, a crisp white pocket square echoing the color of his shirt. From head to

a circle of industry veterans hovered at his side as he strode in, exuding a

of him,

That phone call.

in his life, Magnus

well that the Fitzgerald Group was Wainwright Holdings' fiercest

to spite him, she'd

pursuit of Isadora now was nothing but provocation-a calculated move to get under

were

Victor was after his woman,

his side. He hadn't been in a

summit, he might have challenged Victor to a

fawning over Magnus now drifted toward

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