Chapter 2: Seeding the Rivalry

Victoria woke the next morning to the scent of salt air drifting through her open balcony doors. She stretched languidly in the massive four-poster bed that had once been her mother’s, the white sheets sliding over her naked skin. She hadn’t bothered to unpack last night—just stripped, showered, and slept bare, knowing the house cameras her grandfathers had installed years ago were still feeding to private servers.

Let them watch.

She chose her outfit carefully: a pale-pink string bikini that tied at the hips and neck, the fabric so thin it left almost nothing to imagination, paired with an open white linen shirt that fluttered in the breeze and did nothing to hide her body. Bare feet, hair loose and wild from sleep, a single gold anklet the only jewelry.

Breakfast was served on the terrace overlooking the infinity pool and the ocean beyond. All three men were already there, pretending to read newspapers or check emails while tension crackled in the air like static before a storm.

Daddy sat at the head of the table, crisp white shirt open at the collar, trying not to stare as she approached. Grandpa Edward was to his right, silver hair gleaming, posture ramrod straight in tailored linen trousers and a pale-blue polo. Grandpa Victor, ever the aesthete, lounged on the left in loose silk, dark eyes tracking her with open appreciation.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” she said sweetly, leaning down to kiss Daddy’s cheek first—lingering just long enough for her breast to brush his arm—then Edward’s weathered cheek, then Victor’s bearded one. Each man inhaled sharply as her scent—warm skin, faint vanilla, unmistakable arousal—washed over them.