The news reached him in the middle of an important meeting, but he didn’t finish it, didn’t finish his speech, didn’t justify his sudden departure. All he did was stand up, cast a cold glance at those around him, and then leave without a single word.

In less than an hour, he was standing in your family’s mansion. He didn’t knock, didn’t wait to be let in—he just walked in as if the place was his.

Your father was in his office, but Victor didn’t waste any time, he opened the door violently, his eyes dark with anger, his voice without any room for discussion:

“I’ll say it just once. No one comes near her. No one even dares to think about it.”

Your father stood firm, but he didn’t speak, as if he knew that Victor wouldn’t accept any response that might provoke him further.

But Victor didn’t need an answer, he didn’t need permission. He turned, walked out of the office with heavy steps, and headed straight for you. He found you in the corridor, standing in your place as if you had expected him to arrive this way. His eyes took in everything about you in an instant—your stance, your gaze, even your calm breathing despite his overwhelming presence. He didn’t give you a chance to speak, he moved closer to you until there was no longer any distance between you, he held your wrist gently but didn’t give you any room to back away. “Tell me, did you really believe I would allow this?”