Chapter 17 - MOTHER Victoria Vance waited inside a villa overlooking Lake Geneva.

Alive.
Elegant.
Older.
Eleanor entered.
Victoria smiled.
“You have your father’s eyes.”
Eleanor’s expression remained cold.
“And apparently his talent for attending funerals where nobody actually died.”
Victoria’s smile disappeared.
“You deserve answers.”
“I deserve fifteen years.”
Victoria looked away.
Eleanor stepped closer.
“Did you try to kill Julian?”
“I tried to dismantle the Sterling empire.”
“You used Leo.”
“No.”
For the first time, Victoria looked genuinely frightened.
“I never authorized anyone to touch your child.”
Eleanor stopped.
“Then who did?”
May you like
Victoria whispered one name.
“Elias.”
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