Chapter 10 - Victoria Makes A Desperate Phone Call To The Past
Locked inside her bedroom suite upstairs, Victoria clutched an old, dust-covered address book in her hands. Her hands trembled so violently she could barely read the faded handwritten names inside the pages.
She picked up her landline phone, dialing a long sequence of international digits she hadn't used in five years. The line rang six times with a hollow clicking sound before a gravelly voice answered in French.
“Who is this?” a tired, weathered man’s voice asked from the other side of the Atlantic. “It’s Victoria... Victoria Moretti. We need to talk about Sofia,” she choked out, tears spilling down her cheeks.
A sharp intake of breath echoed through the receiver, followed by a long, menacing silence. “I told you never to call this number again unless the boy finally destroyed everything,” the man replied darkly.
“He lost everything today, Julian. Rafael Montes and the feds seized his entire corporate empire,” Victoria confessed hysterically. “And the new girl... Elena... she found out about the recording and the past.”
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Julian laughed coldly on the other end of the line, a sound that sent chills down Victoria’s spine. “Alejandro was always a reckless fool who couldn't control his own household,” Julian remarked critically.
“You have to come back to New York, Julian; she’s still alive, and she’s coming for us,” Victoria begged desperately. “Let her come, Victoria... I’ve been waiting five years for a chance to finish what we started,” Julian whispered before hanging up.
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