Chapter 94: Victoria’s Scheming 

Chapter 94: Victoria’s Scheming 

(Victoria’s POV) 

Relief washed over me as I heard Ethan’s suspicion about Olivia. His amber eyes narrowed, 

jaw clenched tight with anger. This was exactly what I needed. 

“Victoria, was it Olivia who did this to you?” Ethan asked again, his voice low and dangerous. 

I didn’t answer immediately, letting my silence speak volumes. My head throbbed where Olivia 

had slammed it against Lily’s tombstone, but the pain was worth it for what I was about to 

gain. 

Without concrete evidence, Ethan would always choose me over Olivia. He always had. 

I trembled slightly in his arms, playing the frightened victim to perfection. “I… I don’t want to 

cause trouble,” I whispered, my voice breaking. 

Ethan’s arms tightened around me protectively. The gesture sent a thrill of satisfaction 

through me. 

“Emma, sweetheart,” I called weakly, spotting my daughter hovering anxiously in the doorway. 

“Mommy’s going to be fine. Dorothy, please take her upstairs.” 

Dorothy Lawson, our housekeeper, appeared behind Emma. “Come along, Miss Emma. Your 

mother needs to rest.” 

“But Mommy-” Emma began, her eyes wide with fear. 

I summoned a brave smile. “Go with Dorothy, darling. Ethan will take care of Mommy.” 

As Dorothy led Emma away, I made sure Ethan noticed my motherly concern. His expression softened further, exactly as I’d planned. 

Once Emma was safely upstairs, I let the tears flow freely. They weren’t entirely fake–my head did hurt–but I certainly embellished my distress. 

“I didn’t want to say anything in front of Emma,” I sobbed, clinging to Ethan’s shirt. “But it was Olivia. She… she attacked me at the cemetery.” 

Dr. Bennett raised an eyebrow but continued cleaning my wound in silence. 

“The cemetery?” Ethan’s voice was tight with controlled fury. “What were you doing there?” 

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I lowered my eyes, the picture of remorse. “I wanted to pay my respects to Lily. I know how 

much she meant to you, and I thought… I thought it might help bring us closer.” 

Ethan’s expression softened at the mention of his daughter. 

“Olivia was already there when I arrived,” I continued, weaving my tale carefully. “I tried to leave 

quietly, but she saw me and just… snapped.” 

I touched my forehead gingerly. “She grabbed me by the hair and slammed my head against 

Lily’s tombstone. Over and over. She kept screaming that I killed Lily.” 

Ethan’s face darkened. “She’s completely lost her mind.” 

I nodded weakly. “I was so frightened, Ethan. I thought she might kill me.” 

Dr. Bennett cleared his throat. “And what exactly triggered this attack? Olivia Winters has 

always struck me as remarkably controlled, even in grief.” 

I shot him a resentful look. The old healer had always been too perceptive for my liking. 

“I don’t know,” I lied. “I barely said hello before she attacked me.” 

Dr. Bennett’s expression remained skeptical, but he said nothing more. 

“I managed to get away,” I continued, pressing closer to Ethan. “I was so afraid she might follow me home, might try to hurt Emma…” 

Ethan’s protective instincts flared exactly as I’d hoped. “She won’t get anywhere near you or 

Emma. I’ll make sure of that.” 

Just as Ethan was about to say more, a chilling voice cut through the room. 

“How convenient that you left out the part where you tried to curse my daughter’s grave.” 

My blood froze. Standing in the doorway, her clothes and hands covered in blood, was Olivia Winters. Her emerald eyes burned with hatred as they fixed on me. 

This wasn’t part of my plan. She wasn’t supposed to follow me here. 

“Ethan,” I whimpered, genuine fear in my voice now. I clutched at him desperately. “Don’t let her 

hurt me again.” 

But Ethan’s attention had shifted entirely to Olivia. His eyes widened at the sight of all the 

blood covering her. 

“Olivia!” He pushed me aside, rushing toward her. “What happened? Are you hurt? Whose 

blood is this?” 

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The sudden shift in his focus ignited a flash of genuine anger in me. How dare he push me 

aside for her? 

Olivia’s gaze never left my face, even as Ethan reached for her. “Get away from me,” she said coldly, pushing his hands away. 

Her focus remained entirely on me, her eyes promising retribution. I’d never seen such hatred 

in anyone’s gaze before. 

Ethan sensed her murderous intent and grabbed her arms. “Olivia, stop. You’re covered in 

blood. Are you injured?” 

He signaled to Dr. Bennett, who approached cautiously. 

“Ms. Winters,” Dr. Bennett said gently, “please let me examine you. Your grandmother would be 

very distressed if you were hurt.” 

The mention of Matriarch Evelyn seemed to reach Olivia where nothing else could. Her rigid 

posture relaxed slightly. 

“The blood isn’t mine,” she said, her voice eerily calm. “It’s Victoria’s.” 

Before she could continue, I let out a cry of pain, clutching my head dramatically. The 

movement reopened my wound, sending fresh blood trickling down my temple. 

The room spun momentarily as I swayed on my feet. This wasn’t entirely an act–the wound was painful, and I had lost some blood. 

Ethan’s grip on Olivia loosened as he turned toward me, concern etched on his face. 

In that split second, Olivia moved with lightning speed. She lunged forward, grabbing a 

silver–edged hunting knife from the coffee table–a decorative piece Ethan had given Emma 

after her first successful hunt. 

“Victoria!” she snarled, the knife glinting in the light. 

Pure terror shot through me. “Ethan!” I screamed. “She’s going to kill me! Save me!” 

Ethan reacted instantly, throwing himself between us. In the struggle, the knife sliced across 

his forearm, drawing blood. 

“Olivia, stop!” he commanded, his Alpha voice reverberating through the room. 

He managed to disarm her, the knife clattering to the floor. Only then did he notice the deep 

cut across her palm, still dripping blood. 

“You’re hurt,” he said, reaching for her injured hand. 

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Olivia yanked away from him. “Don’t touch me.” 

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“This has gone far enough,” Ethan said, his voice stern but controlled. “Whatever disagreement you two have, it doesn’t justify violence.” 

Olivia’s laugh was hollow and bitter. “A disagreement? Is that what you call it when she 

desecrates our daughter’s grave?” 

Ethan frowned. “What are you talking about?” 

“Ask her what she was doing at Lily’s grave tonight,” Olivia challenged. “Ask her what was in that bottle she poured over our daughter’s tombstone.” 

I forced my expression to remain confused and innocent. “I told you, I was bringing flowers. I don’t know what she’s talking about.” 

“Liar!” Olivia lunged forward again, but Ethan held her back. 

“Enough!” he commanded. “Olivia, you need to calm down. This is a small matter-” 

“A small matter?” Olivia’s voice rose in disbelief. “Victoria Frost, she killed…” 

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