“Move,” he snapped. “You’re going to get dust all over my truck.”
In the passenger seat, a blonde woman with flawless makeup and glossy red nails looked at Elena with open disdain. She wore a cream dress, oversized sunglasses, and a diamond bracelet that caught the light.
“So that’s the ex?” she asked lightly. “You weren’t exaggerating, Vic. She looks even worse.”
Elena said nothing. She straightened as much as she could under the weight, her dark eyes meeting Victor’s with a calm that instantly irritated him.
He hated that look.
He remembered it from the last night they had been together—when he told her things were “about to change” and pushed her to sign documents “for a business deal.” She had refused. Two weeks later, he vanished with money from the account her father had left her and with documents he had no right to take. Since then, people believed he had won. He bought land, made deals with investors, promised development and luxury. Meanwhile, Elena survived alone in a small, worn house.
What no one knew was that her father had been far more careful than anyone realized.
“Are you moving or not?” Victor snapped, slamming his hand on the wheel.
Elena inhaled slowly.