Chapter 190 Won't Be Easy

• Dante watched Lola’s irrational outburst unfold through the phone, his jaw tightening. In his arms, Victoria curled up, trembling, her dark eyes wide with helpless innocence, silently pleading.
• “Lola, if you want to go crazy, fine! But who are you yelling at like that? What did she ever do to you?” Dante’s voice cut sharply. “She’s unwell, and you’re venting all over me! From morning till night—can’t you ever stop?”
• Victoria buried her face against his chest, silently trembling. She understood what had pushed Lola over the edge: the endless rumors, the paparazzi, the relentless gossip. For them, it wasn’t admiration or respect—it was the thrill of watching someone fall.