Victoria's pov
The nausea. The disgust. The rage at having to smile at the man who'd tortured me. Who'd broken my fingers? Who'd force-fed me. Who'd told me I didn't even get to choose how I died?
I'd smiled at him. Laughed with him. Let him buy me lunch.
The woman who was still Elena wanted to scream. Wanted to run back down to that parking lot and put a bullet in his head.
But Victoria stayed calm.
Because Victoria knew this was just the beginning.
Today had been lunch and real estate.
Tomorrow, next week, next month, it would be more.
Dinners. Conversations. Shared moments. Slowly building trust. Slowly becoming someone he couldn't imagine his life without.
And then, when he was completely dependent on that feeling, when he'd given me everything, when he loved me so much he'd transfer his assets and his power and his life into my hands...
Then I'd show him who I really was.
Then I'd watch him understand what he'd done.
Then I'd take everything.
