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 and look

up, looped her arms around his neck,

time, she was

*

an exclusive financial summit-the most prestigious event on the

Wainwright Holdings and the Fitzgerald Group

CEOS and high-level executives,

aware Victor would be here tonight—and had come

then, the grand doors to the ballroom swung

charcoal-grey three-piece suit was impeccably tailored, every line emphasizing his commanding presence. The knot of his tie was styled to

circle of industry veterans hovered at his side as he

Magnus caught sight of him,

That phone call.

Magnus had felt his dignity ground into the

perfectly well that the Fitzgerald Group was

yet, to spite him, she'd deliberately

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

rivalries were

Victor was after his

hand clenched at his side. He hadn't

summit, he might have challenged Victor to a duel right then

Magnus now

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