Victor''s eyes were dark and unreadable-a pair of sharp, obsidian irises that lingered on Isadora''s radiant face, studying her every delicate feature with unwavering intensity.


    For a long moment, he said nothing. The silence stretched between them, thick


    and heavy.


    Isadora''s heart fluttered anxiously in her chest. She nervously twisted her fingers, unsure what to expect.


    Then, Victor spoke—each word slow and deliberate, as if sealing a vow: "I could never be angry with you. Not ever."


    His tone was so sincere, so solemn, that it sounded like a promise spoken beneath stained ss.


    Isadora felt her eyes sting with sudden emotion. She quickly pressed her forehead to Victor''s chest, hiding her face so he wouldn''t see the tears brimming


    in her eyes.


    Against her ear, his steady heartbeat pulsed strong and unwavering, the sound echoing all the way to her own chest-a deep, grounding rhythm that made her feel both safe and weak at the knees.


    After a while, Isadora finally managed to collect herself. Her voice was thick with emotion as she sniffled, "I don''t even have a dress for the party tonight."


    Victor had expected her to say something sweet, maybe even a little grateful for his words. He hadn''t anticipated such an abrupt shift to party attire.


    This woman... truly had a knack for spoiling the mood.


    Still, she was his wife, and that meant she deserved to be indulged.


    Victor''s low voice was tinged with a trace ofughter. "Just wait. Tonight, you''ll be the most beautiful woman in the room."


    And with those words, Isadora was once again reminded of just how dazzling the power of wealth could be.


    The room was aglow with bright lights, shining down on polished hardwood floors and casting a golden sheen over thevish space. Servants moved carefully, maneuvering rows of garment racksden with sumptuous evening gowns-each one more breathtaking than thest.


    Silk,ce, and chiffon shimmered beneath the chandeliers, their textures and colors catching the light in a dazzling disy of luxury and beauty. Off to the side, a collection of priceless jewelry sparkled-diamond nes glinting with icy fire, pearl earrings radiating a gentle luster, ruby rings glowing like tiny embers.


    It was as if the entire room had transformed into a private treasure trove.


    Three statuesque models took turns slipping into bespoke designer gowns, strutting a slow circle before Isadora, disying each piece for her consideration.


    Victor lounged back on the sofa, one arm draped along the backrest, the other wrappedfortably around Isadora''s waist. He raised an eyebrow, azy smirk on his lips. "Go on. Take your pick."


    Every dress was a new, exclusive design-this season''s finest couture.


    Draped over the models, the gowns were stunning, each more elegant and dramatic than thest.


    Isadora''s head spun with options. Finally, she just pointed to one at random. "That one, I suppose."


    Immediately, a servant stepped forward, carefully retrieving the gown she''d indicated and presenting it to her.


    It was a white gown with slender


    straps and a daringly low back, the


    skirt trailing behind her like a


    ''s tail, shimmering as it


    caught the light.


    Isadora hadn''t realized that her casual choice would be... quite so revealing.


    Victor''s brow furrowed, his expression turning oddly tense. "Are you sure about this one?"


    Isadora caught the reluctant look on his face and couldn''t help but tease him. "You don''t like it? I think it''s gorgeous."


    Vightened, his tongue


    pressing against his teeth in silent After a moment, he


    all that matters."


    8 gruffly, "If you like it, that''s


    Then, lifting his head, he shot a cold, warning re at the gathered staff.


    The servants stiffened, feeling the icy edge in their employer''s stares They all wondered: the dress was


    bolso why did he look as if he


    murder someone?


    Isadora could see Victor was practically suffocating from holding back his irritation. She grinned mischievously. "Guess I''ll go try it on, then."


    "Fine," he mumbled, barely disguising his displeasure.


    He was clearly dying inside, yet still agreed to let her try it on.


    Watching Victor squirm, Isadora burst outughing, her voice bright and sweet


    with amusement. "Rx, I was joking. This really isn''t my style."


    Relief washed over Victor''s face as he exhaled.


    If Isadora actually wore that dress out tonight, he''d be hard-pressed not to w out every man''s eyes.


    Turning to him, Isadora''s eyes sparkled as she squeezed Victor''s warm, steady hand, her voice soft and full of affection.