BETRAYAL OF THE HEART

Chapter One

Victor Lancaster had always known his place in the world-standing in the shadow of his elder brother, Daniel. Daniel was the golden son, the one who could do no wrong in their father's eyes, the one destined for success. Victor had never minded. He preferred his quiet life, far removed from the expectations that came with being a Lancaster.

But then came Sophie.

Victor still remembered the first time he saw her-a vision in white at Daniel's engagement party. She had laughed at something Daniel whispered in her ear, and it had been the kind of laugh that made a man pause. Pure. Effortless. Free. It had struck something deep within him, something dangerous and unspoken.

Now, two years later, he sat at the dining table of his brother's grand estate, watching her across the room. The soft glow of the chandelier cast golden light over her auburn hair, making her look ethereal. She was pouring wine into Daniel's glass, her delicate fingers steady. Daniel, ever the charming husband, kissed her knuckles in gratitude.

Victor averted his gaze, gripping his own glass a little too tightly.

"Victor," Daniel called, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You've been quiet all evening. Something on your mind?"

Victor forced a smirk. "Just tired. Long day at the firm."

Daniel chuckled. "You work too much. You need a woman in your life. Maybe Sophie can set you up with one of her friends."

Sophie smiled politely but didn't meet Victor's eyes.

"I'm doing just fine," Victor replied, taking a slow sip of his whiskey.

The conversation drifted, but Victor barely followed. Every moment spent in this house felt like slow torture. It wasn't just that Sophie was beautiful-it was the way she carried herself, the way she listened intently when he spoke, the way her lips curled when she was deep in thought. She was everything he could never have.

And he hated himself for wanting her.

After dinner, Daniel excused himself to take a business call, leaving Victor and Sophie in the warm glow of the fireplace. She sat across from him, swirling the remnants of her wine in her glass. For the first time that night, she looked directly at him.

"You don't visit as often anymore," she said softly.

Victor leaned back, keeping his expression unreadable. "Been busy."

A pause. Then, "You don't have to stay away, you know."

His throat tightened. "I think I do."

Something flickered in her gaze-understanding, maybe even regret. She opened her mouth as if to say more, but then Daniel's voice echoed from the hallway. The moment shattered.

Sophie rose, smoothing her dress. "It was good to see you, Victor."

He nodded, watching her retreat. Watching the woman he could never touch walk away.

And for the hundredth time, he wondered how long he could keep this secret buried.

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Chapter One

Victor Lancaster had always known his place in the world-standing in the shadow of his elder brother, Daniel. Daniel was the golden son, the one who could do no wrong in their father's eyes, the one destined for success. Victor had never minded. He preferred his quiet life, far removed from the expectations that came with being a Lancaster.

But then came Sophie.

Victor still remembered the first time he saw her-a vision in white at Daniel's engagement party. She had laughed at something Daniel whispered in her ear, and it had been the kind of laugh that made a man pause. Pure. Effortless. Free. It had struck something deep within him, something dangerous and unspoken.

Now, two years later, he sat at the dining table of his brother's grand estate, watching her across the room. The soft glow of the chandelier cast golden light over her auburn hair, making her look ethereal. She was pouring wine into Daniel's glass, her delicate fingers steady. Daniel, ever the charming husband, kissed her knuckles in gratitude.

Victor averted his gaze, gripping his own glass a little too tightly.

"Victor," Daniel called, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You've been quiet all evening. Something on your mind?"

Victor forced a smirk. "Just tired. Long day at the firm."

Daniel chuckled. "You work too much. You need a woman in your life. Maybe Sophie can set you up with one of her friends."

Sophie smiled politely but didn't meet Victor's eyes.

"I'm doing just fine," Victor replied, taking a slow sip of his whiskey.

The conversation drifted, but Victor barely followed. Every moment spent in this house felt like slow torture. It wasn't just that Sophie was beautiful-it was the way she carried herself, the way she listened intently when he spoke, the way her lips curled when she was deep in thought. She was everything he could never have.

And he hated himself for wanting her.

After dinner, Daniel excused himself to take a business call, leaving Victor and Sophie in the warm glow of the fireplace. She sat across from him, swirling the remnants of her wine in her glass. For the first time that night, she looked directly at him.

"You don't visit as often anymore," she said softly.

Victor leaned back, keeping his expression unreadable. "Been busy."

A pause. Then, "You don't have to stay away, you know."

His throat tightened. "I think I do."

Something flickered in her gaze-understanding, maybe even regret. She opened her mouth as if to say more, but then Daniel's voice echoed from the hallway. The moment shattered.

H

Sophie rose, smoothing her dress. "It was good to see you, Victor."

He nodded, watching her retreat. Watching the woman he could never touch walk away.

And for the hundredth time, he wondered how long he could keep this secret buried.

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