The Heiress' Revenge Chapter 135 Marcus’s Mother

Sarah’s POV

I needed to provoke her, after what she said... a little bit of it won’t hurt now, will it?

Her eyebrows lifted imdiately, like she couldn’t believe I had asked that question.

"You don’t know who I am?"

I shook my head.

"No."

She stepped closer, her heels echoing softly on the floor.

"I’m Victoria Specter," she said firmly. "Marcus’s mother."

I widened my eyes slightly, pretending to be surprised.

"Oh, I didn’t know you were coming today."

"Of course you didn’t," she replied coldly.

She glanced around the house slowly before her gaze landed back on .

"I don’t like you."

The bluntness of her words didn’t even surprise .

"I’m sorry you feel that way," I said quietly.

She shook her head.

"This isn’t a feeling. It’s a fact."

Her eyes studied again with open judgnt.

"You think you’re clever," she continued. "Getting a job here, living in this house, and getting close to my son... I don’t know what you have on him to make him marry, but I’ll get to the bottom of it."

"I’m sorry, ma’am, but your son and I love each other and—"

She cut off with a hiss, "Don’t give that crap."

"You really are... disappointing," she said, her voice cool and sharp.

I straightened slightly, forcing myself to remain calm.

"I’m sorry you feel that way," I replied politely.

"Oh, please," she snapped imdiately. "Don’t pretend to be polite with ."

"I’m not pretending."

Her eyes narrowed slightly as if she was trying to decide whether I was brave or just stupid.

For a mont, she said nothing before she sighed impatiently.

"Fine," she said. "Let’s stop wasting ti."

I frowned slightly. "What do you an?"

She stepped a little closer to , lowering her voice as if we were discussing sothing private.

"Na your price."

The words caught completely off guard.

"My... price?" I repeated.

"Yes," she said, clearly annoyed that I wasn’t understanding imdiately. "The amount of money you want."

I stared at her.

"I don’t think I understand."

She let out a short, humorless laugh.

"Don’t insult my intelligence, Sarah."

"I’m not."

"You’re here for my son’s money," she said bluntly. "So let’s make this simple."

I shook my head slowly.

"I already told you that I love-"

"Every woman has a number," she continued calmly. "So are just better at hiding it."

"I don’t have a number."

"Yes, you do."

"No."

She crossed her arms and leaned slightly closer.

"Listen carefully," she said firmly. "You tell how much you want, I’ll write the check, and you walk out of Marcus’s life."

The way she said it was so casual, like she was offering to buy a piece of furniture she didn’t like anymore.

"You want to leave Marcus," I said slowly.

"Yes, that would be ideal."

I looked at her for a mont.

Then I shook my head.

"No... of course not."

Her expression hardened. "You’re either very bold... or very stupid."

"Neither," I said.

"You honestly think Marcus cares about you?"

"Yes."

Her eyes narrowed.

"That’s impossible."

"Why?"

"Because my son doesn’t fall in love with won like you."

"Well," I said softly, "you might have to reconsider that."

She looked at like she was trying to see through , and suddenly a familiar voice spoke from behind us.

"Mum?"

Both of us turned at the sa ti.

Marcus had just walked into the house.

He stood near the entrance, still in his dark suit from work, loosening his tie slightly as he looked between us.

Victoria straightened imdiately.

Marcus walked further inside, his expression still slightly puzzled.

"I didn’t expect to see you here," he said. "You didn’t say you were coming."

"I decided to visit," she replied coolly.

Marcus stopped beside .

For a brief mont, his eyes t mine sothing unreadable passed between us.

The last ti I saw him was three days back, after our argunts, after he insulted and made feel stupid.

His arm slipping around my waist snaps out of my train of thought. The movent was smooth and confident, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Before I could react, he gently pulled a little closer to him.

I felt my breath catch slightly.

Then he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

The gesture was warm.

Intimate.

Almost... real.

"You should have called," Marcus said calmly to his mother.

Victoria’s eyes moved slowly from his arm around my waist to my face.

Her expression was full of disbelief.

"I didn’t realize I needed permission to visit my own son."

"You don’t," Marcus replied. "But I would have made arrangents."

His hand remained resting on my waist, steady and protective.

Victoria was clearly noticing.

Marcus glanced down at briefly.

"Everything okay?" he asked quietly.

His voice was calm, but his eyes were searching mine.

"Yes," I said softly.

Victoria didn’t look convinced at all.

The tension between the three of us was heavy.

After a mont, I gently stepped away from Marcus’s arm.

"I’ll let you two talk," I said politely.

Marcus looked at for a second, but he didn’t stop .

"I’ll excuse myself."

Victoria’s eyes followed as I turned away.

I could feel the weight of her gaze on my back as I walked down the hallway.