Chapter 250

Ethan's warning had intimidated some, but the news still spread like wildfire.

Victoria clenched her fists, nails digging deep into her palms. Her entire body trembled, vision darkening at the edges.

Everyone knew now.

Her shame, her disgrace—all laid bare under the harsh light.

A hysterical scream tore through the silence.

Vivian!

It was all that damned Vivian's fault!

Madness burned in Victoria's eyes. She wouldn't just make those men pay—she'd make Vivian suffer too.

The halo of a wealthy heiress had shattered. Her life was ruined beyond repair.

...

Vivian returned home, indifferent to the whole spectacle.

A hot bath later, she slipped into bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains.

Stretching lazily, Vivian headed downstairs feeling refreshed.

Her steps faltered at the sight of a tall figure lounging on her sofa.

"How did you get in?" She frowned.

Ethan dangled a key. "Had a copy made last time I stayed here."

"This is my house!" Vivian's eyes widened.

"I'll call ahead next time." His expression remained unreadable.

"Hand it over." She extended her palm.

"Spare keys are practical." He pocketed it smoothly. "In case you get locked out."

"It's a smart lock!"

"What if the battery dies?" Ethan countered without missing a beat. "Consider it a safety measure."

Vivian made a mental note to change the locks.

"Where's your shadow?" His gaze swept the room, finding no trace of Finn.

"None of your business." She crossed her arms. "Why are you here?"

"Breakfast delivery. And a ride to work." He gestured to the takeout box on the table.

"A wolf bringing gifts?" Vivian scoffed. "Victoria's brother playing nice with me?"

"I'm here for your protection." Ethan's tone turned serious. "Victoria won't let this go."

"Bodyguard duty?" She let out a derisive laugh. "You think I need one?"

"I know you can handle yourself." His gaze darkened. "But Victoria's dangerous right now."

"Appreciate the concern." Vivian turned toward the dining area. "But I don't need a babysitter."

Especially not from the Roscente family.