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Chapter 150: Exposed Deception

(Victoria’s POV)

My mind raced as I stared at Connor Blackthorn standing before me, very much alive.

I forced myself to suppress the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. Panic wouldn’t serve me now. I needed to regain control of this situation.

Tears welled in my eyes on command–a skill I’d perfected over years of manipulation. I made my voice small and aggrieved, the perfect picture of a woman wronged.

“Connor, let go, you’re hurting me,” I whimpered, trying to pry his fingers from my jaw. When he didn’t release me, I let more tears spill down my cheeks. “What’s wrong with you? What are you talking about, all this talk of death?”

His grip remained firm, his eyes cold and unreadable. I needed to push harder.

“Emma said you left early and abandoned her alone,” I continued, injecting just the right amount of maternal concern into my voice. “I haven’t even scolded you yet–Emma is only seven. How could you leave a young pup by herself at Bleakshore Beach?”

(Connor’s POV)

I stared at Victoria, watching her performance with a mixture of disgust and fascination. The tears, the trembling voice, the wounded expression–all of it perfectly calibrated to manipulate me, just as she’d done countless times before.

This was the she–wolf who could lie without blinking, who wielded her flawless acting to ensnare me until I couldn’t extricate myself from her web. I had loved her once, truly and deeply. Even after discovering her schemes, after she nearly sent me to Shadowfall Detention Center, I still remembered the feelings we shared and the daughter she bore for me.

For those memories, for Emma, I’d wanted to give Victoria another chance. I’d been willing to help her achieve what she wanted, to be the partner she needed.

But it had never occurred to me she could be so ruthless. To want me dead was one thing–to use our daughter as the instrument of my destruction was unforgivable. Emma was only seven years old. If she had truly killed me, the shadow of p*******e would have haunted her

for life.

How could a mother be so cruel to her own pup?

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Connor remained silent, his grip on my jaw loosening slightly. I took this as a good sign. He

was wavering, just as he always did when faced with my tears. I still had power over him.

Without caring where we were in this strange room, I focused only on pacifying this lovesick.

fool at all costs. Just as I had done at the Crescent Moon Hotel days before, I moved my hand to his belt, my touch deliberately seductive.

I slipped my fingers under his shirt, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch. I looked up

at him through my lashes, my expression coy and inviting.

“Connor ” I purred, my voice a silken caress.

This always worked on him. Always. I leaned closer, my body pressing against his, my lips

parting invitingly. I could see his resolve weakening, his eyes darkening with desire despite

everything.

Just as our lips were about to meet, a powerful Alpha presence filled the room. My blood ran

cold as I sensed him before I saw him.

Ethan Stone had arrived.

I froze, my mind racing to adapt to this new development. There was no time to think, only to

react.

Instantly, I transformed my expression. The seductive smile vanished, replaced by wide eyes

brimming with tears and naked fear. I pushed away from Connor with all my strength.

“Ethan, help me!” I pleaded, my voice breaking perfectly.

Ethan’s reaction was immediate and visceral. He rushed forward, grabbed Connor by the

collar, and threw him off me with a forceful kick. His Alpha strength sent Connor flying across the room, crashing into the wall with a sickening thud.

“Ethan,” I cried, immediately throwing myself into his arms. I made my body tremble against. his, clinging to him desperately. “He’s still obsessed with me, drugged and brought me here, tried to force himself on me. This time, you must not spare him.”

I felt Ethan’s arms close around me protectively, but something was wrong. His body was tense, his embrace lacking the warmth I expected. I glanced up to see his face cold and impassive as he held me.

His amber gaze wasn’t on me at all, but fixed on something–someone–at the doorway.

“Olivia, what are you trying to do by calling me here?” Ethan’s voice was dangerously quiet.

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“Did you want me to see Connor Blackthorn assaulting Victoria?”

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At the mention of Olivia’s name, my cries faltered. I quickly looked up and locked eyes with

Olivia Winters standing in the doorway, her emerald eyes watching me with cold calculation.

A jolt of dread shot through me. Why was she here? Had Connor told her something? Alarm

bells rang in my mind as I realized I might be walking into a trap.

I pulled desperately at Ethan’s hand, my voice rising with genuine panic now. “Ethan, take me

away from here–please!”

But Ethan remained motionless, his attention still fixed on Olivia, suspicion evident in his rigid

posture.

Desperation mounting, I clung to his waist, my voice trembling. “Ethan…”

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Olivia observed me with detached interest, then let out a cold laugh. Her emerald eyes glinted

dangerously in the dim light of the room.

“Victoria Frost, what are you so afraid of?” she asked, her voice soft but cutting.

Her question hung in the air between us, a challenge I couldn’t ignore. I needed to maintain my

victim narrative at all costs.

“I’m afraid Connor will hurt me again!” I cried, injecting raw fear into my voice. I turned my attack toward Olivia, hoping to shift suspicion. “Olivia Winters, was it you? Last time Connor failed, now you’re having him try again?”

Olivia’s gaze grew sharper, more focused. She turned to Connor, who had risen to his feet, his eyes showing raw pain.

“You’re saying I forced you?” Connor asked, his voice hollow.

His stare bore into me, but I refused to meet his eyes. Instead, I buried my face deeper into

Ethan’s chest, clinging to him like a lifeline.

“Ethan, please,” I begged. “Take me away from here.”

I could feel Ethan’s resolve weakening. His protective instincts were overriding his suspicion. He shifted his weight, preparing to pick me up and leave this nightmare behind.

Suddenly, a sultry voice burst from behind us.

“Connor~ kiss me!”

My own voice, unmistakable and clear as day, played from somewhere in the room. I whipped my head around to see Connor holding up his phone, a recording playing at full volume.

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The effect was explosive. Both Ethan and I turned in shock toward the sound. I immediately recognized the recording from our night at the Crescent Moon Hotel.

Panic surged within me like a tidal wave. Ethan must not hear this!

“Connor Blackthorn!” I screamed, trying to launch myself at him.

In my desperation, I forgot I was supposed to be in a wheelchair after my “injury.” I collapsed pathetically to the ground, my outstretched hand nowhere near the phone.

All I could do was watch in horror as the recording continued to play throughout The Forsaken

Room.

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The sounds were unmistakable–my moans, my whispered endearments, the rustling of sheets. On the recording, we were tangled together–my legs around his waist, my voice wanton, my actions leaving nothing to the imagination.

The scene made it crystal clear to anyone listening: I was a willing participant. There was no coercion. All my pleas of being a victim were exposed as lies.

I watched Ethan’s face as he listened. His amber eyes darkened, his jaw clenched tight. I could. almost see his wolf snarling beneath his skin at the betrayal.

“Ethan, don’t listen! Don’t look!” I sobbed, crawling forward to clutch at his leg. “It’s a fake,

Connor made it up! It’s not me, it isn’t me!”

Ethan remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the phone as more of my passionate

declarations of love for Connor filled the room.

Desperation made me reckless: “It’s Olivia! She had Connor fake this recording to make you misunderstand, to break us apart…” I clawed at his pants, trying to regain his attention. “Ethan,