Virgin At 25-Chapter 89: WELCOME TO THE BREAKDOWN!

THIRD PERSON POV

The rain had worsened by the time Victor Langley arrived at the new location.

A dull, metallic warehouse sat on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by mud and silence. The rhythmic drumming of rain on the roof was the only sound that dared to fill the air.

His car halted, headlights slicing through the dimness. Two of his men stood outside the wide steel doors, drenched but alert. They straightened the moment Victor stepped out, long coat darkened by rain, jaw set, his expression unreadable.

"Inside," he ordered quietly.

The men exchanged a look before pushing the heavy doors open. The scent of rust, damp concrete, and fear greeted him. Somewhere deeper in the building, a faint sound echoed... A cough, or maybe a whimper.

Victor’s footsteps were steady, deliberate. He didn’t flinch at the cold or the gloom. His mind was colder than the storm.

When they reached the inner room, a single bulb swung weakly from the ceiling, flickering light over a chair where Sharon was tied and unconscious...

Her wrists were tied, her head hung low, hair matted from sweat and dried tears.

Victor stopped a few feet away, his gaze dark. "She’s still alive?"

"Yes, sir," one of the men answered. "We moved her like you said. No one followed."

"And the van?" Victor asked

"Delivered to Aec’s apartment"

He nodded once. Silence stretched between them, the kind that made the men shift uneasily.

Then Victor spoke again, voice calm, but sharp enough to cut through the rain outside.

"That’s enough for him to know how far I can go. Get her cleaned up. I want her awake. No harm beyond that."

They hesitated, unsure. Everyone knew when Victor Langley gave an order, tone meant everything and this tone meant no mistakes.

He turned slightly, hands clasped behind his back. "And tell the others... keep this quiet. No one, especially Ace, finds out she’s here."

The men nodded quickly and scattered to obey.

For a moment, Victor stood there alone, watching Sharon breathe, shallow, but steady. His face softened, almost imperceptibly. Then his phone buzzed.

He checked the screen. A name flashed and it was Aec...

His eyes narrowed, the cold returning. He answered but said nothing.

On the other end, Aec’s voice came low and grim.

"Tell me what you want me to do and let her go?"

Victor said nothing, he ended the call without a word.

Then, turning back to Sharon, he muttered under his breath

"This ends tonight."

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Camilla’s heels struck the marble floor of the Langley mansion with sharp, echoing clicks that matched the storm outside, after ending the conference meeting. She had barely waited for the driver to stop before storming through the front doors, fury radiating off her like heat.

"Victor!" she barked, her voice echoing through the vast, chandelier-lit foyer. "Victor Langley!"

Silence answered her. Only the faint ticking of the antique clock and the soft hum of rain against the windows filled the space.

Then, from the hallway, Mrs. Venn, the long-time housekeeper appeared, her gray hair tied neatly, her eyes wide with unease.

"Ma’am," she said carefully, wiping her hands on her apron. "Mr. Langley hasn’t returned yet."

Camilla stopped, breathing heavily, her anger so strong it trembled through her fingers. She closed her eyes for a second, forcing composure back into her voice.

"Of course he hasn’t," she muttered, half to herself.

Without another word, she strode past Mrs. Venn and climbed the grand staircase. The air around her was thick with perfume and rage. She entered her bedroom, slammed the door behind her, and grabbed her phone from the dresser.

Her hands shook as she scrolled through her contacts, then stopped at a name. Diana.

The line barely rang before it connected.

"Diana!" Camilla snapped, not waiting for a greeting. "I told you not to take her! I told you not to do anything harsh!" Her voice broke between words, the fury now laced with fear. "Now see what you’ve put me in!"

On the other end, Diana’s voice trembled, confused and frightened.

"I... I don’t understand what’s going on. What happened?"

Camilla let out a bitter laugh, though her eyes were wet. "What happened?" she repeated. "Victor found out, Diana! He knows everything. He knows we took her!"

A sharp inhale came from the other side of the line.

"How..."

Camilla cut her off, voice lowering into something colder, defeated yet sharp.

"Be prepared for anything, Diana. Be prepared for the worst. Because Victor knows where she is..."

She paused, her hand gripping the phone tighter. "I already gave him the location."

Silence filled the call...

Camilla’s breath came fast and uneven. She pressed her fingers to her temples, pacing the length of her room. Diana’s silence on the other end only fueled her irritation.

"Diana, listen to me," Camilla said sharply. "I still have someone inside. One of Victor’s men, my man and he called me earlier. He said the van they used to take the girl... it’s parked at Ace’s private apartment."

"What?" Diana’s voice rose, disbelief breaking through the line. "Camilla, no. No, no, that’s not happening."

"Oh, for heaven’s sake," Camilla snapped, her patience unraveling.

"Don’t start with me now. You’re going to call the police, the specific phone number I sent you and tell them to get over there. Tell them someone suspicious parked a van near that place. They’ll handle the rest."

"Are you out of your mind?" Diana’s words came fast, almost panicked. "The whole point was never to drag Ace into this! He’s not supposed to get caught up in..."

"Stop being a slow dog!" Camilla’s voice thundered through the receiver, raw and furious. "We have to do this before Victor plot’s something else, no matter how harsh he behaves toward Aec, Victor is still his father and we’ll have an upper hand when he realize Aec can only be freed if I talk to the cops. Do you understand? Before he covers it all up!"

Diana went quiet, her hesitation clear. Then, quietly, "Camilla... this isn’t what we planned."

Camilla’s expression hardened, her voice dropping to an icy calm.

"Plans change, Diana. Do as I tell you and watch your tone, I’m not your mate."

And before Diana could answer, Camilla ended the call.

Camila stood there for a long moment, the phone still in her hand, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Outside, thunder rolled again as if warning her that the chaos she’d just unleashed was already in motion.