Claimed by My Ex Chapter 126 I wasn’t afraid

Chapter 126: Chapter 126 I wasn’t afraid

Victoria’s POV

About thirty minutes later, Kane entered my office with a grim expression.

"Victoria, Marcia Cross is causing a scene downstairs. The internet is ablaze with your na trending everywhere. This could be damaging for us."

I leaned back in my chair, my wolf Nora stirring restlessly within . "Let her co," I said, my voice steady. "If she’s so desperate to et , I’ll give her exactly what she wants."

I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t hiding. If these people had no sha, I certainly didn’t need to extend them any courtesy.

If Marcia wanted to dig her own grave, I’d hand her the shovel.

When I descended from the upper floors of the Crescent Dawn headquarters, Marcia Cross was still weaving her tearful tale to the dia, sobbing as if her heart was being ripped out.

"She just played with my son!" Marcia wailed dramatically. "My son has always been an honest man. Five years—she wasted five years of his life! Now this woman claims my son is harassing her and has managed to get him thrown in jail."

Her voice cracked with staged desperation. "She’s so cruel... she shot at my son five tis! What will happen to him now? She’s the one who did wrong, yet she’s blaming everything on my son, trying to ruin his entire life!"

Marcia’s performance was Oscar-worthy, tears streaming down her face as caras captured every mont. Several reporters were livestreaming, and the internet was flooded with stories about —especially after my identity as the Lancaster heir beca public.

Kane had shown

so of the online comnts on his tablet:

[What kind of person is this Victoria? Such a howrecker, playing with a man’s feelings. So despicable! Hope Lancaster Enterprises goes bankrupt!]

[Not only did she dump him, but she threw him in jail and shot at him multiple tis! Wasn’t she trying to kill him?]

[Wait, isn’t this Victoria Lancaster? Didn’t she make headlines before with sothing involving the Sutton heiress? I think it was also about a man. Heard the Sutton girl tried to kill her.]

[She’s apparently juggling multiple n. Disgusting! Karma will get her!]

[You’re only talking about Victoria, but who’s your son? Who are you? Are you just trying to extort money from her now that she’s inheriting her family fortune?]

The comnts were all over the place, but the majority were attacking .

Just then, a team of Lancaster security guards created a path, and I walked through the parting crowd. I wore a tailored blazer and high heels, projecting confidence and authority. My face carried a slight chill, but even with that, I knew I was breathtaking.

This was my first public appearance as the Lancaster heir, facing the dia spotlight. I wore no makeup, yet even when caras zood in on my face, they captured flawless features.

The mont I appeared, the internet seed to stutter for a second before exploding with new comnts:

[Damn! No one told

the Lancaster heir was this gorgeous! Look at , babe!]

[What lucky man got to be with her? Consider

instead—I’m handso with an eight-pack! I’d let you dump

without complaint!]

[Does gender matter? Sister, look my way too! I’d beco a man for you!]

The tide was turning. What kind of man could possibly be worthy of soone like ?

I strode forward with commanding presence, followed by a group of suited individuals—the legal team of Lancaster Enterprises. I stopped in front of Marcia.

"Are you finished with your performance?" I asked coldly.

Seeing , Marcia pretended to be so overco with emotion that she could barely stand.

"I’m not wrong," she sobbed. "How could you do this to my son? He loved you so much, and you’re so heartless, trying to destroy him!"

I turned to the legal team behind . "Did you record all that? First, defamation and damage to my reputation. Second, causing a disturbance and spreading false information."

"Yes, Alpha," one of them responded with a slight bow. The Lancaster legal team had never lost a case, and with the facts on our side, this would be no exception.

"Marcia Cross," I said, my voice carrying through the crowd, "Your little stunt to twist the narrative is quite impressive, but you’ve severely miscalculated. You have no evidence to support your claims that I’m the one who dumped your son. Where’s your proof?"

My wolf Nora was growling inside, wanting to assert dominance over this human who dared challenge . I felt my power as an Alpha ripple through the air, making so of the weaker wolves in the crowd instinctively lower their gazes.

Marcia faltered slightly, sensing the shift in energy. She had no evidence—her accusations were built on lies.

"You... don’t act so high and mighty!" she spat. "I rember how you used to beg for my approval, so humble and desperate!"

I laughed, the sound like ice cracking. "? Begging you? You know my status—why would I ever need to beg soone like you? Your imagination is quite sothing."

My words resonated with many online spectators:

[Exactly! She’s the Lancaster heir—why would she beg you for anything? It’s probably you who wanted to get close to her.]

[Are you just causing trouble because you can’t benefit from her anymore?]

"Are all Sterling family mbers this shaless?" I continued. "Let

make things clear. Yes, I dated your son Ethan for five years—a period I consider my darkest Chapter."

"Your son Ethan Sterling, the illegitimate child of the Northstream Pack, gained legitimacy when you married Lawrence Sterling six months ago. Within two months of your marriage, your son also got married."

I pulled out a docunt. "Here’s his marriage certificate. I was the one who got dumped. I didn’t even know he had been cheating on

for three years with Scarlett Sutton, the daughter of the Black Snake Pack’s Beta."

"Scarlett has caused scenes at Lancaster Enterprises before. Anyone can search online and find plenty of information."

I spread out printed evidence on a nearby table for the caras. "These are chat records between Scarlett and Ethan from three years ago. Here are hotel records showing they checked in together over ninety tis in three years—averaging three tis a month."

The evidence was damning—photos of them entering and leaving hotels together, security footage of them kissing. The affair was undeniable.

"I originally thought that once we broke up, that would be the end of it. I never wanted to make a scene," I said, my voice now calm and asured. "But you’ve pushed

repeatedly, targeting

again and again. I had no choice but to defend myself. I hope everyone can see clearly and not be fooled by soone playing victim."

I fixed Marcia with a cold stare, my Alpha aura intensifying. "And this woman who claims I wronged her son? She herself was once a mistress. How many years were you Lawrence Sterling’s paramour before he finally married you? You know the answer to that, don’t you?"

The crowd fell silent, the air thick with tension. Even the human reporters could sense the predatory energy radiating from . Nora was pleased—this human had challenged an Alpha wolf and was now properly put in her place.