~ Isabella’s POV

I pushed open the door, and there was Victoria, standing at the center of Lucian’s room as if she owned the place. Even more shocking? She was directing the maids, who were in the process of packing up my things. My heart hammered as I saw one of them carrying my clothes out in a bag.

“Excuse me? What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, stepping into the room, my voice shaking with disbelief and anger.

Victoria spun around, giving me that same smug look. “Oh, just making some adjustments. I thought it was time for me to get comfortable,” she replied, her tone all too...