Billionaire in distress

life. Each visit to her luxurious apartment, each shared dinner reinforced her presence in Victor's mind, detaching

phie in Victor's eyes. The day she would convince Victor to leave Sophie for good was approaching, and she wa

said in a soft but resolute v

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Sophie's house. He knew her schedule from the information Isabella provided and knew she would be alone that eve

out her situation, wondering if she had made the right decision in leaving Victor. While she was making herself s

into Sophie's tea. A few minutes later, Sophie, exhausted, began to feel sleepy. She place

ng poses, carefully removing some clothes to make the images more scandalous. He used his camera to take detailed pho

*

scovering a file containing compromising photos of Sophie. His heart raced, rage and betrayal fig

an expression of genuine concern. She noticed the file and a

Victor?" » sh

say a word. Isabella looked through them

rry." I didn't want you

"How could I have been so blind, Isabella

"Sometimes people change, Victor. It seems Sophie has made decisions that d

rising within him. "I never want to

f vulnerability to strengthen her hold on him. "You are not alon

m, a doubt persisted. The photos seemed too perfect, too well orchestrated to

*

on track with her life. She felt uneasy, bits of confused memories from the

ort. Clara greeted her with a warm smile, but her expres

wrong?" » Clar

. I feel so lost. There's been so much going on between Victor and I

difficult time, it's normal to feel this way. Maybe you should

iend's support. " You're right. I

*

d initiated divorce proceedings. The news, although predictable, hit him like a sledge

gthen her position. "Victor, it's for the best. Once the divorce i

t. Isabella's once comforting presence was beginning to weigh on

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ecent events. Sophie's photos still haunted him, but something inside him refused to ac

th feigned concern. "Wher

ething is wrong with these pho

k. "Victor, don't hurt yourself any more. The e

"I need to know, Isabella. If I don't do t

ned not to lose control. She knew that the plan had to be strengthen

to confront the memories of that troubled night. He had to fin

ed on the door, his heart beating wildly. S

here?" she asked, her eyes r

n, determined to get answers. "Sophie, I need t

edulous. "What photos?" Wh

ng them on the table in front of her. Sophie

it is. I don't remember any

, felt his heart tighten. "Sophie, I wan

hed him. "Victor, I love you. I never c

he first time in weeks, he felt a fragile hope. Maybe all was no

ation, as the first glimmers of truth began to pierce the dar