Chapter 263

Victoria Roscente hadn't left her room for three days.

The untouched meals delivered by the maid remained outside her door, their lids still sealed.

The gaunt reflection in the mirror bore no resemblance to the proud Roscente heiress. Bloodshot eyes stared back from hollow sockets.

Memories of that night coiled around her like venomous serpents. Though she'd personally disposed of those men, the physical imprint refused to fade.

What shattered her completely was knowing every witness had seen her degradation.

She grabbed the sleeping pills from her vanity, pouring a handful into her palm. The image of Vivian Laurent's triumphant smile made her hurl them across the room.

Her phone rang abruptly.

Victoria answered mechanically. Sophia Evans' gentle voice came through. "Are you alright, Victoria?"

Her reply emerged as a ragged whisper. "Sophia..."

"Don't do anything reckless." Sophia sighed. "Vivian's waiting for you to self-destruct."

Each word pierced Victoria's heart like needles. Her fists clenched until nails drew blood from her palms.

"I want her dead." Victoria enunciated every syllable. "I'll watch her burn in hell."

A soft laugh echoed through the receiver. "There's the Victoria I know. Remember, that night was just you hiring male escorts."

Victoria recalled the drug-induced ecstasy with disturbing clarity.

"You took care of the aftermath?" Sophia's tone turned serious.

"Morning-after pill." Victoria grimaced in disgust. "My body isn't a dumping ground for trash."

"Good." Sophia's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "I have a plan. I need your cooperation."

Victoria's dull eyes ignited. "I'll do anything to destroy Vivian."

"Recover your strength first." Sophia's words carried hidden meaning. "The real show is just beginning."

After hanging up, Victoria yanked open the curtains. Sunlight stabbed her eyes, but she refused to blink.

Just you wait, Vivian Laurent.