“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered, adjusting his pillow. “I won’t let them hurt you. Even if I have to sell food on the street, you and the boys will never go hungry. I swear it on my life.”
Alexander looked at her.
He wanted to scream that he heard her. That everything was a test—an elaborate trap to expose the truth. But it wasn’t time yet.
What neither of them knew was that Victoria had no intention of waiting until morning.
As she descended the staircase, she pulled out her phone, smiling darkly.
“Hey, sweetheart,” she purred. “Come now. Bring the crooked notary. We’re not waiting till dawn. We’ll force his signature tonight… and then we get rid of him and the kids for good.”
Thirty minutes later, the Harrington mansion became a nightmare.
Richard Cole, Alexander’s business partner—and Victoria’s secret lover—stormed into the bedroom with a sweating, visibly nervous notary.