Dear Ex-Wife You Are MINE (Victoria and Alessandro)

Chapter 83 'An alternative'

*Hello guys, this chapter would be in the third person's pov, unlike the other chapters. Hope you would

like it...*

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AUTHOR’S POV

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Dominic is sitting on the couch in a fancy hotel room with a glass of wine. His one leg crossed over the

other as he stared blankly at the woman before him.

She is wearing the exact red dress Victoria was wearing tonight. It’s a recreation of that designer dress.

He spent millions of dollars to replicate the dress that Victoria had worn earlier today, perhaps hoping

to find solace for a mind consumed by an unrelenting fire for years—especially after what had

transpired today.

His eyes moved gradually from the woman’s head to her toes, taking in every detail—the same dress,

sandals, hairstyle, makeup, and that perfect red lipstick.

The woman is sexy, no doubt.

But... Why doesn’t she match his expectations? Objectively speaking, Victoria appears to be more

beautiful.

“You can stop staring at me, you know? I know I am ravishing and...” She walked toward him and bent

down a little, showing her breasts. “Desirable in every way.”

Dominic maintained his expressionless gaze as he locked eyes with her—the embodiment of a

seductive temptress.

“I think I have told you not to bully Victoria.” His cold voice rolled out of his lips smoothly.

The woman’s lips curled into a suggestive smirk as she leaned closer toward his toned physique, her

slender fingers caressing him seductively.

“What happened? Do you feel sorry for her now?”

As she spoke, her restless hand slowly traveled down over his arm and touched his hand erotically.

Dominic still did not change his expression, but he moved his hand and grabbed her by the hair,

causing her pain.

He pulled her face close to him, “If you ever try to do anything to hurt her again, I will let you know how

cruel I am, Camilla. This is the last time I am warning you.”

He pulled her away from him and almost threw her as if she did not weigh anything.

Camilla’s anger surged as she directed a piercing glare toward him.

“I can’t fathom what kind of spell that woman has cast on the two of you. You both seem utterly

bewitched by her.! Why!?” Camilla shouted.

She came forward to him, pointing her finger at him. “It was you who did everything three years ago!

Did you forget what you said to me? You said you would help me drug Aless so I could get him!”

“And then what happened?” She bends down to him. “You mistakenly exchanged the cards and let

your love sleep with Alessandro, your brother whom you hate so much!”

“Is that the kind of love you practice, Dominic? Letting your girl sleep with others? And then you did the

same three years later and even send me to jail!”

“Fuck! You are a psychopath!”

Dominic’s fists clenched as a wave of anger surged through him. Even to this day, he deeply regrets

the mistake he had made.

The cards were exchanged, and his Victoria went to his biggest enemy’s room! Nonetheless, he

suppressed his anger, recognizing that for his plan to succeed, he needed the cooperation of this

woman.

“Shut up! Don’t forget that I just bailed you out of jail.”

Camilla laughed again, this time more bitterly. “Yeah, you abandoned me in jail only to retrieve me later.

Then what about your master kidnapping plan? Aless saved her once again!”

“Now, both of them came together again!” Her head felt like it would burst at any time when she thought

about tonight’s banquet.

“I said, shut the fuck up!” He rose to his feet, his patience waning, uncertain of what he might do next.

This woman is getting out of control with time. He needs to do things more quickly than before.

However, Camilla wouldn’t stop. She has lost it after what happened tonight. Seeing Aless with Victoria

instead of her made her want to kill Victoria at any cost!

“I really don’t understand you. You love Victoria so much in your heart, but you still love to sleep with

me, making me look like Victoria even after knowing how much I hate her?”

Dominic grabbed Camilla by the neck. He gritted his teeth together. “Don’t ever compare yourself with

Victoria.”

“Look at you; you only look like a whore. You chanted Alessandro’s name every time, and then what?

You still spread your legs for me, don’t you?”

“Even on that fateful night three years ago, when everyone believed you had laid with an elderly man, it

was I who shared your bed.” His grip tightened more as Camilla struggled in pain.

“Have you forgotten what I did to you that night? You spent two days in the hospital, didn’t you? So,

stop getting on my nerves.”

He threw her on the bed, and she landed on the soft surface. Her gaze lowered to the bulge in his

trousers, visibly twitching against his pant.

She bit down her lips and smiled, looking at his side face. The resemblance between this man and

Alessandro was uncanny from behind and from the side. It was difficult for her to believe it wasn’t him,

and she grew aroused, biting her lip once more.

She stood and walked before him, caressing his hardness over his pant as he looked down at her.

“That’s because you and Aless look so much alike. If I can’t have him, why not find an alternative?” She

gave him a seductive look.

Dominic watched the woman. He didn’t like her much, but she always accepted his demands in bed,

especially when he wanted her as Victoria.

At least his desire gets fulfilled, right? So, when pleasure presents itself, why resist it? She plays pretty Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

well.

However, he did not like the word ‘alternative.’ He did not want to be the alternative but the main

person for Victoria.

Camilla inhaled his scent and then took a few steps back before seductively walking toward the bed,

sitting on the edge, and looking up at him.

“I am open to your demands, even if it means marrying me. Just state your conditions, and I’ll comply.”

She said, lying lazily on the bed.

“What do you think?” Her tone changed into a sweet and seductive one.

Dominic walked to the bed and leaned over her. “Play the same?” He chuckled as his fingers moved

from her neck and traveled down to her thighs.

“I despise the word’ alternative.’ Don’t utter it in my presence again,” he growled, forcefully ripping apart

her dress and pouncing on her like a ravenous beast, reliving the passionate nights of three years ago

for the umpteenth time.