The office doors were closed, but the tension was far from over.
Luca, a cunning presence in the company and someone who thrived on chaos, had been watching everything unfold from the sidelines. Victoria's humiliation yesterday was still fresh, her pride shattered. But Luca saw an opportunity.
He found her sitting in a quiet café, tears still lingering in her eyes, replaying the events over and over.
"You looked… miserable," Luca said smoothly, sliding into the seat across from her. His smile was sharp, predatory. "But misery has its uses, Victoria. And I can help."
Victoria looked up, wary but desperate. "Help? How?"
Luca leaned in, voice low and intoxicatingly dangerous. "Alexander's obsession with Isabella? It blinds him. But every obsession has a weakness. We can use that. I have a plan… a way to turn the tables, make him pay attention to me—and make her regret ever crossing you."
Victoria's eyes sparkled, a dangerous mix of anger and hope. "Are you saying… I could get him to notice me instead?"
"Not just notice," Luca said. "Distract him. Frustrate him. And when the time is right… we strike. Isabella won't know what hit her. And you? You'll finally reclaim what's yours."
Victoria's hands trembled—not with fear, but with anticipation. Luca's words were like fuel, igniting something dark inside her.
"Where do we start?" she whispered.
Luca's grin widened, the kind that promised chaos. "Step one… is patience. Step two… is manipulation. And step three… is sweet, sweet revenge."
Victoria nodded slowly, her mind already racing with possibilities. Together, they would make Alexander—and Isabella—pay.
And just like that, the quiet café became the birthplace of a dangerous alliance.