Seraphina's POV
I pounded on the hotel room door, rage thrumming through my veins. This wasn't supposed to happen. The plan was perfect—drug the Monroe bitch, have Victor compromise her, and expose her for the whore she truly was. Julian would finally see her for what she was, and Natalie would secure her rightful place.
But somehow, everything had fallen apart.
"Victor! Open this door now!" I hissed, glancing nervously down the hallway.
When the door finally swung open, I was hit by the stench of alcohol and something else—something chemical. Victor Sinclair stood there, shirtless, his eyes unfocused and pupils dilated to an alarming degree.
"You're not who I ordered," he slurred, leaning heavily against the doorframe.
I pushed past him into the room. "What the hell happened? Where is Aurelia Monroe?"
Victor stumbled back, squinting at me as if trying to place me. "Who?"
"The woman you were supposed to drug and bed, you idiot!" I snapped.
