Victoria slapped her hand across her face she sank into her bed. She had been the one to tell Saint off, yet, the pain and anguish that toppled inside her, threatening to fall over felt like she had been the one rejected by him. Glad that she had freed him from her family that always caused him nothing but torments and embarrassment, deep down, she couldn't deny the gut wrenching feeling that she wasn't doing the right thing. "Vic?" She heard Jack's voice pierce through her thoughts. "What's the matter with you, Vic? That bastard is gone out of our lives finally, why don't you open the door and let's celebrate it 'the way new couples do' instead of sulking." Jack said as he continued to knock on the door. How in the world had he let Victoria lock him out of her room. "You're the bastard here, Jack Sparrow and don't you even dare try to touch me because if you do. I'm going to smack the hell out of you." Victoria spat out at him in anger amidst the rising and falling of her chest.

The day had come when Victoria was supposed to invite Saint over and hand the divorce papers over to him but she was yet to meet with the family's lawyer so he could prepare the divorce papers that she would present to Saint. She loved Saint so much that she could not see herself serving him their divorce papers, but she had soon forgotten that the family she belonged to, hated Saint's every gut and they wanted him out of their lives for good. Over dinner, The clinking of silverware against porcelain echoed softly through the opulent dining room. The Zlate family was gathered for their customary Sunday dinner, a tradition that hid the tension beneath their calm and elegant appearance.Victoria sat at the far end of the table, her hands resting lightly on the napkin in her lap. Her mother, sat to her right, her sharp eyes darting between Victoria and her plate. Across from her, Lady Erica, radiated an air of authority. She held a glass of red wine delicately, her lips curving into a

The restaurant buzzed softly with chatter as Victoria sat alone at a quiet corner table. Her fingers nervously played with the edges of an envelope resting on the table. The delicious smell of garlic and fresh bread filled the air, but she hardly noticed. Her heart pounded with a mix of fear and anticipation, her thoughts spinning over what she was about to do.She hadn’t seen Saint in days, and now, here she was, about to sever the bond that meant more to her than anyone could understand. It wasn’t fair—none of this was fair—but she told herself that this was her decision, that she wasn’t caving to her family’s relentless pressure. Even if that wasn’t entirely true. When the restaurant door opened, she glanced up instinctively. The sight that met her eyes made her heart stop. Saint walked in, and for a moment, Victoria couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t the man she remembered. He had always been handsome, but now there was an air about him—something almost otherworldly. His skin was

The blow to his head had been so swift that he almost couldn't tell what had hit him. Saint reached for the space in front of him, trying to hold on to the air as he tried to provide oxygen to his lungs. The pain from the back of his head, coursed through his whole body, causing him to go stiff. Saint suddenly stopped reaching for the air in from of him and went limp. "You really thought that you could get away with what rightfully belonged to me, didn't you?!" A voice thundered. The man who had waited calmly for Saint to alight his car before striking the deadly hit to his head stood hovering over Saint. He threw the baseball bat that was now covered with Saint's blood at the tip into a corner and got down on one knee before he grabbed a handful of Saint's shirt and pulled Saint toward him. "Pitiful...." The man spat into Saint's face with hate. Soon, the men who had occupied the four cars began to alight the cars until two dozens of men had surrounded Saint. "Oh c'mon, I kno

Strolling into the kitchen to see Jack Sparrow standing over the sink and drinking water from the faucet irritated Victoria to her guts. What got her irritated even more was that there were maids in the kitchen watching him as he paraded the place Luke owned. Victoria watched in anger as he moved toward the fridge to retrieve an apple from it. Her face was already steaming red from the scene unfolding in front of her, and as if things wouldn't get worse, he pretended to throw the half-eaten apple onto the floor and ordered one of the maids to pick it up and trash it into the bin. "What the heck!" Victoria thundered, making her presence known after standing behind the door. All eyes turned to look at her including the maid that had been Instructed to toss the apple away—she stood frozen on the spot with her eyes wide open as if she had been caught in the middle of committing a crime. "Were you going to toss that Apple, young woman?!" Victoria asked angrily, walking up to the maid