Chapter 119

Vincenzo POV

By noon, the calls had reached a boiling point. My father's voice boomed through the landline, demanding answers I didn't have.

"What the hell is going on, Vincenzo? Do you know how bad this looks?"

"I'm handling it," I said curtly, pacing the length of the suite. "Pa, can you stop panicking?"

"Panicking?!" He let out a bitter laugh. "This isn't just about you anymore. This is about the Volkov name."

I hung up without another word. My father's lectures had always been his way of reminding me that I was the black sheep of the family, or throwing in how my twin brother, Ivan, was exactly what they had wanted.

Victoria sat on the balcony, scrolling through her phone. She didn't look up when I joined her. "They're not going to let this go, you