Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 29 That woman is absolutely disgusting!
Victoria’s POV:
I stared at the message on my phone, imagining Damian’s smug expression as he typed it.
No matter how hard I tried not to owe anyone favors, my list of debts kept growing longer.
I hadn’t noticed any discomfort during the day, but by afternoon, my lower abdomen began to ache dully. I decided to rest at Grace’s for a while.
In the evening, Grace rushed over to me with her phone.
"Victoria, look at this! That bitch Scarlett is playing victim again. She posted this pitiful sob story online claiming she knew nothing about the entire situation. She even had the audacity to write that while I ’fell in love with her husband,’ it only proved how ’desirable’ he was."
My wolf Nora snarled within me, bristling at the mere mention of Scarlett’s name.
"She said when they got together, she had no idea Ethan had a girlfriend, painting herself as completely innocent," Grace continued, her voice rising with indignation. "Sutton Group even put out a statement claiming Scarlett is a saint who rescues stray cats. Can you believe this bullshit?"
"That woman is absolutely disgusting!" Grace said.
I just glanced at the screen and set it aside.
"It doesn’t matter. This has nothing to do with me anymore. Don’t waste energy on this—"
"I’m already fired up! How can someone be so shameless? She should be locked up for life!" Grace’s eyes briefly flashed amber as her wolf surfaced.
I chuckled softly. "Come on, calm down. Didn’t you get a new car today? You should be celebrating."
"You’re right," Grace’s face brightened. "I should be happy!"
***
The next day, I arrived at Lancaster Group headquarters and was immediately overwhelmed by the mountain of documents waiting for my attention.
Damian’s clothes had come back from the dry cleaners, so I messaged him asking where I should deliver them.
He replied with an address, but when I suggested using a courier service, he refused.
"Little she-wolf, is this how much you value our relationship? You won’t even deliver them personally?" his text read.
I replied: "I’ve been quite busy lately. I might not have time."
"Then wait until you do have time. I’m not in a hurry to wear it. Remember, you still owe me a dinner."
I looked at that message and wanted to curse.
Damn! That bastard.
Before I could respond, another message appeared: "Are you cursing me in your head right now?"
I quickly looked around, as if he might be watching me from somewhere nearby. How did he know?
"No," I quickly denied.
He couldn’t possibly know I was calling him all sorts of names in my mind.
"Good. Remember to deliver it personally next time."
The emphasis on "personally" wasn’t subtle.
"Fine," I replied curtly.
***
As quitting time approached, Kane came to my office and placed a property deed in front of me.
"The ownership transfer is complete," he said with his usual efficiency. "It’s in an upscale neighborhood. The previous owner fully renovated but never lived there. I inspected it personally—the design is quite nice, but if you don’t like it, I can arrange for renovations. I’ve already emailed you the security code for the front door. Would you like to see it today?"
I nodded appreciatively. "Perfect. I know I can count on you, Kane."
With a new home waiting, I planned to go see it immediately after work and hopefully move in right away if it suited me.
However, when I walked out of Lancaster Group headquarters, I found myself suddenly surrounded by unfamiliar faces—including one very familiar face: Scarlett Sutton.
"What do you want now, Scarlett?" I said coldly, my wolf rising defensively under my skin.
I continued: "Planning another public assassination attempt?"
Scarlett gritted her teeth, jealousy and resentment burning in her eyes.
A middle-aged man in an expensive suit stepped forward.
His presence radiated the authority of a high-ranking Beta wolf.
"Miss Lancaster, I’m Scarlett’s father. My daughter’s previous behavior may have caused some misunderstandings. I’ve brought her here specifically to apologize."
He pulled Scarlett forward. "Apologize, Scarlett. Now."
Despite obvious reluctance, Scarlett bowed deeply. "Victoria, I’m sorry. That incident was a misunderstanding. I had the police investigate, and I really didn’t mean to kill you. I hope you can forgive me."
When something seems too good to be true, it usually isn’t.
I didn’t believe for a second that Scarlett came here just to apologize.
Scarlett’s father was very cunning—if this were a sincere apology, he would make sure the whole world knew about it.
I glanced to the side and immediately understood what was happening.
Before I could speak, Scarlett continued: "Victoria, I can overlook your past with my husband. I can even accept that your media offensive against me forced me to apologize. But do you really need me to kneel before you?"
Without waiting for an answer, she knelt down in the public space.
"Victoria, I’m kneeling now. Can’t you find it in your heart to forgive me? I know you hate me, but do you really want to destroy me? Will only my death satisfy you?"
My wolf snarled within me, yearning to put this manipulative she-wolf in her place.
"I’ve already overlooked your previous attacks on me. I may have made mistakes, but don’t I deserve a second chance? Don’t be so petty—there’s a reason my husband chose me over you."
I stood there coldly, looking down at her pathetic performance, letting her dig her own grave with every word.
After Scarlett’s long monologue received no response from me, her father grew impatient. "Miss Lancaster, my daughter has shown sincere remorse. Please stop tormenting her."
Hearing this, I couldn’t help but laugh. "I’m tormenting her?"
