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."

ignored him, he simply reached over and took her hand. She tried to pull away,

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? The V&S Group- that was his gift to you, wasn't it? Too bad

no interest in his endless monologue. She met every

a heads-up that you'd be coming today. Didn't he mention

called to ask about any of this-because, frankly, there was

signing between McNeil and Stein, she probably wouldn't have found the time to

she ought to thank McNeil for dragging

another word. Instead, she closed

blanket over her. McNeil sat beside

shadows on his cheeks each time he exhaled. His tailored white shirt hugged a body sculpted by years of training—masculine, strong, and undeniably

Even knowing he loved someone else, even during their worst arguments, she'd seized the moment and

wanted her for her connections and

so many wounds, Victoria

"Have you stared enough?"

cut through the silence. Victoria turned her face

always cunning, always unpredictable. But

glancing at the sky outside

even in his

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

ready-we'll

"I know," she replied.

her brother again.