Chapter 3 - Uncovering The Brutal Truth Behind The Locked Shackles
Elena leaned against the warm wool of Dominic’s suit jacket, letting out a ragged breath as the blood rushed back into her arms.
“I didn't steal anything, Mr. Vance... I only brought her the quarterly ledger she demanded from your private study,” Elena whispered tearfully.
Dominic gently lowered her onto a cushioned wicker lounge chair, his jaw tightening as the full scope of Victoria’s malice set in.
“I know you didn't, Elena. I know the kind of integrity you’ve brought to this estate since your first day here,” Dominic replied quietly.
Victoria stepped backward into the shadows of the doorway, her eyes darting frantically toward the front gates of the beachfront property.
“You’re believing a common servant over your own fiancée? Have you completely lost your mind, Dominic?” Victoria hissed angrily.
Dominic stood up slowly, towering over her with an imposing posture that made the glamorous socialite recoil in sudden terror.
“My staff are treated with dignity under this roof, Victoria, unlike whatever abusive household you crawled out of,” Dominic snarled.
He signaled to his chief estate guard, who materialized instantly from the side entrance with heavy duty restraints ready.
“Escort Ms. Sinclair to the guest quarters and ensure all her personal belongings are packed immediately,” Dominic ordered coldly.
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Victoria thrashed against the guard’s grip, screaming curses as she was dragged away from the terrace into the sprawling mansion.
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