Victoria’s POV

I sat in front of the TV, my heart beating fast. On the screen, that man—Lorenzo Senior—was talking. He called himself the head of the Lorenzo family. But he wasn’t my grandfather. Not by blood. Not by heart.

For thirty-five years, I had waited for this. Thirty-five years of silence. Thirty-five years since they tried to erase me like I never existed.

When Dad left to go to the press conference, I couldn’t sit still anymore. My hands were

shaking, and I kept pacing ...