Victoria slammed the front door of her mansion with such force that the crystal chandelier in the foyer trembled, sending prisms of light dancing across the marble floor. Her heels clicked angrily as she stormed inside, each step a staccato beat of fury. Manny followed close behind, his face a carefully composed mask of concern that didn't quite reach his eyes.
The opulent interior of the mansion seemed to mock Victoria's mood, its gleaming surfaces and priceless artworks a reminder of everything she stood to lose. She paused for a moment, taking in the familiar surroundings with new eyes. The Monet on the wall, the antique vase from the Ming dynasty, the custom-designed furniture – all of it suddenly felt precarious, as if it might vanish at any moment.
