So she didn’t pull away as he drew her closer, his body solid and warm beside hers.
Violet stared at them, eyes burning as she took in how close they stood—how naturally his arm rested around Sophia.
It only made her angrier.
Sophia stepped forward, stopping directly in front of Violet and Camila. Magnus remained right beside her, not leaving even an inch of space between them. One of his hands slipped casually into his pocket as his gaze stayed on Sophia.
Sophia’s eyes locked onto Violet as she asked again, her voice even colder this time.
“What are you doing here?”
Instead of answering, Violet lifted her chin and raised her eyebrows. She stood up from the couch and walked over, stopping directly in front of Sophia—but close enough to Camila to clearly watch her reaction.
“Why didn’t you come to our house even once after getting married?” Violet asked, her voice tilting into something that sounded worried—almost accusing.
She spoke like a concerned relative, but the insult hidden beneath her words was unmistakable.
“Are you trying to hide your family situation from your husband?” Violet continued softly. “Do you know how unhappy my dad and your dad were when you didn’t come back even once? Even Uncle Curtis was talking about how you left the house and never returned after getting married.” She shook her head slightly, disappointment etched into her face.
She sighed, shaking her head slightly. “It’s not good, Sophia. We’re family. How can you forget us so easily just because you got married?”
As Sophia listened, her lips pressed into a thin line.
‘No wonder she showed up,’ Sophia thought coldly. ‘She didn’t come here for me. She came to stir trouble in my marriage.’
Beside her, Magnus grew unnervingly still as Violet spoke, irritation coiling beneath the calm.
Even though Violet tried to hide her malice behind concern, the mockery laced into her tone was obvious to him.
Magnus’s arm tightened around Sophia’s waist, pulling her closer—so close that her side pressed firmly against his chest.
“That’s my fault,” Magnus said flatly, his gaze sharp as it locked onto Violet. “I didn’t want to be separated from my wife right after we got married. “
His hand tightened slightly at Sophia’s waist.
“We’re newly married,” he continued calmly. “I wanted her all to myself.”
Sophia looked up at him in surprise.
Magnus drew her closer, his arm tightening around her waist as he lowered his gaze to meet hers. A faint, unreadable smile touched his lips before he turned back to Violet.
“We’ve been busy settling Sophia into her new home,” he said coolly. “If you have nothing else to do here, you should leave. We don’t entertain uninvited guests.”
Violet’s eyes widened in shock.
She immediately turned to Camila, certain she would step in, that she wouldn’t allow Magnus and Sophia to insult and throw her out of the house so openly.
But Camila was smiling—no, almost grinning—her gaze moving between Magnus and Sophia with amusement.
The moment she noticed Violet looking at her, Camila met her gaze briefly… then looked away as if Violet didn’t exist at all
Then, she stood up.
“I’m getting a call,” Camila said, holding up her phone—its screen completely black—and walked away hurriedly.
Magnus turned to Thomas. “See her out.”
“No—wait, Magnus—” Violet started.
