The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 356

Victoria sat with a calm composure, her striking dark eyes betraying nothing.

She understood exactly what McNeil meant-he'd been threatening her ever since they boarded the plane.

Once upon a time, the Turner family's wealth could rival royalty, but after her grandfather's death, everything crumbled. Helping McNeil had been as much for herself as for him.

The reason Victoria had risked everything to push McNeil into the CEO position at The Langford Group was simple: she hoped, in return, he could help her wrest back control of the Turner family from Simms Miller.

But now, looking back, the idea felt almost laughable.

"McNeil, do you really think all I care about is a life of luxury?"

She'd never cared for that fleeting, illusory wealth. She'd been born into privilege,

a debutante with a silver spoon, the darling of high society.

But with the Turner family's downfall, she'd seen the true, ugly faces of those who once called themselves family.

And now Violet was back.

McNeil's relentless, self-serving ambition left her cold. It had finally taught her the hard truth: relying on others was a fool's game.

McNeil smirked. "I know I married a capable woman-not some pampered princess obsessed with champagne galas."

over and took her hand. She tried to pull away, but his

about to meet your dear brother," McNeil went on. "It's been ages aren't you the least bit curious? What do you think he'll make of seeing the two of us together? Will he remember how fickle you can be, or how you never could make up your mind? Did you tell him we're already filing for divorce? The moment the papers are signed, what's the plan? Run off and get married?

endless monologue. She met every word

gave your brother a heads-up

about any of this-because,

McNeil and Stein, she probably wouldn't have found the time to visit her brother in Evermore City

she ought to thank

McNeil, unwilling to say another word. Instead,

eyes again, someone had draped a thin blanket over her. McNeil sat beside her, eyes closed, breathing steady

on his cheeks each time he exhaled. His tailored white

drew Victoria to him at first sight. Even knowing he loved someone else, even

love her-maybe he only wanted her for her connections and skills-but

after so many wounds, Victoria was finally

"Have you stared enough?"

hadn't opened his eyes, but his words cut through the silence. Victoria

was always cunning, always unpredictable. But she

his eyes, glancing at the sky outside the

were almost at Evermore City, and even in his sleep, McNeil had kept hold of

going to the restroom," Victoria said, finally finding her chance to free

Get ready-we'll be landing

"I know," she replied.

again. Despite everything, she felt a