Hours passed in a blur. Liza found herself spilling everything to Viktor—her heartbreak, her anger, her desire to see Christoph and Kylie burn for what they'd done to her. She hadn't meant to, but something about Viktor made it easy. He listened intently, occasionally nodding, but never judging.By the time she finished, she felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted off her chest. But the pain was still there, lurking beneath the surface.Viktor leaned back in his seat, watching her with a calculated gaze. "You want revenge," he said, more a statement than a question.Liza hesitated. The word sounded so harsh, but deep down, she knew it was true. She wanted to make Christoph and Kylie suffer for what they'd done to her."Yes," she said softly, her voice barely audible.Viktor smiled again, but this time there was something darker behind it. "I can help you with that," he said, his tone casual but laced with an edge.Liza blinked. "What do you mean?"Viktor leaned closer, his blue eyes boring into hers. "I need a wife, Liza. Someone to stand by my side, to help me take control of the family business."She frowned, confused. "What are you talking about?""I'm talking about a deal," Viktor said, his voice smooth and persuasive. "A contract marriage. You marry me, and in return, I'll help you get your revenge on Christoph and Kylie. I'll ruin them both. And in return, you'll help me solidify my position as the leader of my family."Liza's heart raced. A contract marriage? It sounded insane. But as she looked into Viktor's piercing blue eyes, she felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. He was serious. Deadly serious.