Chapter 9 - The Confrontation
Roman stepped directly between Victoria and the two women, his tall, tattooed frame casting an intimidating shadow over his ex-fiancée.
“What are you doing here, Victoria?” Roman demanded, his dark eyes burning with dangerous intensity.
“I’m doing business, Roman,” Victoria replied casually, checking her manicured nails. “My family’s investment group purchased First Heritage Trust’s commercial debt portfolio yesterday. We decided to liquidate underperforming properties—starting with this pathetic little bakery.”
She glanced past Roman toward Clare, her eyes filled with cold, vindictive malice.
“If you had accepted Roman’s contract offer, little baker, maybe you could have paid off your debt,” Victoria mocked. “But now you’re broke, homeless, and your precious little shop belongs to me.”
Clare’s chest heaved with rage, but she kept her voice steady, holding Lily tight against her side. “My grandmother built this bakery forty years ago, Victoria. You can't just destroy a family’s legacy out of spite!”
“Watch me,” Victoria laughed coldly. “Marshal, seal the front doors.”
“Touch those doors and I will destroy your father’s entire board, Victoria,” Roman warned, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying register.
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Victoria scoffed, stepping closer to Roman. “You can't stop a legal foreclosure, Roman! Not even with your fortune! The papers are signed by the bank’s chief executive!”
👉 Roman smiled a dark, lethal smile and pulled out his phone.
