The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 92

Victoria returned to the Turner estate, and Haley hurried over to open the door for her.

“Miss, your father’s been waiting a long time for you,” Haley whispered, leaning in conspiratorially. “And that gold-digger’s here too. The two of them have been all over each other, whispering about God-knows-what.”

When Victoria entered the main hall, she found Simms and Yulia sitting side by side on the sofa, their hands entwined for all to see.

“Victoria, come here,” Simms called out, his tone formal. “Let me introduce Yulia properly. We’ve decided to get engaged next week. From now on, you should call her your mother.”

Victoria’s gaze swept over them, icy and unapologetic.

“Congratulations,” she said flatly. “Where’s the happy couple planning to live? Are you planning to retire from the company, Dad? Looks like true love to me. Good for you.”

The look Victoria gave him made Simms squirm, as if he were nothing more than garbage in her eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Is this how you speak to your father?” Simms snapped. “This is my house. Once Yulia and I are married, she’ll move in and take care of me. If you’re not happy about it, you can always go back to the McNeils. You’re a married woman now; the only reason you’re still here is because you’re my daughter. Don’t be ungrateful.”

Simms was done playing the victim. After years of being pushed around by the Turners, he was finally standing up for himself.

Victoria didn’t rise to the bait. She kept her eyes fixed on him, calm and unblinking.

“Maybe you don’t know this, Dad, but when Grandpa passed, he left a will. After he died, the entire Turner estate was to be split between you and Mom—unless Mom passed first. If that happened, everything would belong to you and me, jointly.”

Simms tightened his grip on Yulia’s hand, his expression growing even more defiant.

“I’m your father. I have every right to decide what happens to this family and this company. You’re married now, Victoria. You’re hardly even a Turner anymore.”

Victoria didn’t argue. Instead, she nodded at Yasmine, who promptly brought down a copy of the will and handed it to her. Victoria tossed it onto the coffee table in front of Simms.

“Enough!” Simms roared. Yulia froze, stunned by the sudden force of his anger.

Victoria didn’t spare them another glance. She turned and headed upstairs without a word.

“Simms!” Yulia pleaded, unwilling to accept that her dreams had just crumbled around her.

“We’ll talk about this later, Yulia,” Simms said, his voice low and tense. When it came to real power, Simms knew where his loyalties lay.

But Yulia wasn’t done. “No! I’ve waited too long for this. Simms, she’s lying—if we just get rid of her, no one would ever know. The will only exists because of her. Once she’s gone, there’s nothing stopping us—”

She was rambling now, half-mad with desperation. Simms cut her off with a sudden, furious slap across the face. Yulia reeled, stunned and silent.

“Shut up! Victoria is my daughter. Are you really suggesting I murder my own flesh and blood?”