Chapter 7
The servant who’d tried to sneak outside and wam McNeil was quickly dragged back in.
“What do you think you’re doing? This is Mr and Mrs: Langford’s home“),
Yasmine stepped forward and slapped the servant, making sure the understood her place
“The real Mrs. Langford is right here in front of you,” Yasmine snapped. “There’s no other Mrs. Langford.”
Victoria’s eyes narrowed, her delicate finger pointing directly at Violet, who still hadn’t made any move to take off the wedding dress
““Hold her down,” Victoria ordered.
For the first time, Violet’s calm mask cracked, revealing a flash of cold defiance.
“You have no night to do this. If your husband doesn’t want you anymore, coming here to make a scene won’t change anything. Love or not, that was settled six years ago. Il McNeil finds out what you’re doing to me, he’ll divorce you.”
Victoria didn’t flinch, Her bodyguards moved without hesitation, pinning Violet to the floor in a matter of seconds. They didn’t lay a finger on her, because Victoria insisted on doing it herself.
are?”
Yasmine rolled up her sleeves, her tone thick with disdain. “I’ve never seen such a brazen mistress. Who do you think you an The room erupted into chaos. Violet was completely restrained, yet the stubborn glint in her eyes spoke of victory, not defeat “Victoria, you’re pitiful Violet said quietly.
“Stop it! What the hell are you doing?”
McNeil’s voice rang out from the entrance. He stood in the doorway, Gwyneth by his side.
He had arrived, after all,
When McNeil noticed his car missing, a bad feeling crept over him. He had no idea how Victoria had tracked them down, but it was clear–there was no way to hide it any longer.
The moment Gwyneth saw Violet pinned to the ground, she rushed across the room and shoved Victoria aside, her small hands pushing with all her might….
“Why are you picking on Ms Marchand? Mommy, you’re a bad woman!”
Victoria stumbled and fell against the edge of the coffee table, her forehead striking the corner. Blood immediately began to trickle from the fresh wound.
For a child to push an adult down–especially one as guarded as Victoria–it was clear Gwyneth had thrown every ounce of strength she had into it.
“McNeil, Gwyn…“E
The sight of them made Violet’s composure crumble. Tears welled up in her eyes.
“I saw your car outside. I thought it was you, but then Victoria barged in like a madwoman, demanding I take off my dress. She even the gown”
McNeil’s anger wavered ap his gaze shifted from Victoria to the torn wedding dress on Violet. He froze, suddenly realizing what she was wearing.
y was that dress on Violet?
Why
“You’re bleeding, ma’am,” Yasmune exclaimed, ruching to press a tissue to Victona’s forehead
Victoria stared at McNeil and Gwyneth–her husband, her daughter–and the woman they were so desperate to protect. Her face was blank, but inside, she felt utterly hollow
“McNeil, you gave my wedding dress to your mistress? Victoria’s voice trembled, more with heartbreak than rage. “What else have you been lading from me?
McNeil’s eyes lingered on the blood at Victong’s temple He took a step forward-
“It’s my fault.” Violet said hurriedly. “I shouldn’t have wom the dress, but i had no idea it was yours. McNeil, I’ll take it off and return it to Ms. Tumer right away”
She staggered to her feet, nearly collapsing into McNest’s arms Her face was thusbed, her hands shaking as she struggled to slip out of
the gown
McNeil wanted to check on Victoria’s injury, but Violet clung to him desperately
“Turn around All of you–leave, now!” McNest barked at Victoria’s bodyguards, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over Violet’s bare
shoulders
No one dored defy him il
“Don’t be angry, McNeil. This isn’t Ms. Turner’s fault Violet pleaded softly “The dress came from the bridal shop, they said you ordered it. Ms. Tumer, I’m not long for this world. McNeil promised to help me fulfill every last wish on my list before I go. There’s mally nothing
between us“)
“I don’t want to come between you and your marriage. Il do whatever I can to repair the dress. Please, just don’t fight over me Gwyneth in still here–she’s just a child. Don’t scare her, I beg you”
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