Hey guys! Again, a tremendous thank you to my reviewers and continuous support, you guys mean the world to me! So I decided to post this earlier than expected, cause I'm so tired at looking at it and I think I've done all I can do. That being said, I've just come back from work and am still super tired, so please excuse any grammar mistakes and do point them out afterwards! Also I apologise if it's too cheesy and cliché, and as a result Conrad is SO out of character. Needless to say I struggled A LOT with keeping him in character.

I think this is the chapter you've all been waiting for and can't wait for your feedback! Gha gosh I'm nervous, I really hope I pulled it off. Anyway, enjoy! And I hope this chapter can make your day and help get everyone through the revenge hiatus.

Disclaimer: For the benefit of most revenge fans and watchers, I do not own Revenge. Much to the misfortunate of many convicters. Sigh

Awakened Passions


The moon hung above the sea like a pearly locket, casting streams of silver light across the rippling water and bathing the couple in a misty glow. The sounds of the curling waves gently lapping the shore and the gentle whisper of the wind permeated the air.

A small smile played on Victoria's lips as she walked along the sandy shore with her husband by her side. She felt his hand reach for hers and she tentatively laced her fingers through his, sneaking a glance his way. Although his words reached her ears her mind was far away, because Victoria still couldn't believe how the night unfolded.

"Conrad…I really don't know what to say, surely you couldn't have done all of this".

Victoria's eyes roamed her surroundings as she took her seat; still amazed at the effort Conrad had gone to in planning this spontaneous date. She assumed that was why he had made so many secretive phone calls whilst Victoria was in the bathroom and knew that Ashley must have had a hand in organising the night. Nontheless, she was shocked that he was able to plan this so quickly. Even for Victoria's standards, she was impressed.

They had boarded the top deck of a grand, polished ship. A fine table and two chairs set for two awaited them, accompanied with boquets of flowers and dancing, rosewood scented candles. Blossoming, strawberry pink flowers and golden lights intertwined around the ship's railings, adding to the romantic atmosphere. Conrad had even hired a musician who sat on the piano at the corner of the deck, performing some of Victoria's favourite songs.

It was nothing but romantic and Victoria was at a loss as to why Conrad had done all of this for her.

"I know you've been upset today," he had replied when she asked. "We both have. And I thought we both deserved a night out".

Victoria suspected that he wanted to take her mind off Charlotte's accident and comfort her. The sweet gesture made her heart melt.

To Victoria's surprise the night sailed by smoothly. At first they discussed their children and Grayson Global, then moved on to the various parties Victoria was planning and Conrad's plans now that he was out of work. The conversation soon drifted off to their personal interests and the couple soon found themselves reminiscing on their previous dates together.

Victoria found herself smiling and laughing at Conrad's comments, and it dawned on her just how much she missed the way Conrad could make her laugh.

Conrad couldn't seem to take his eyes off her all night, admiring the way her smile seemed to light her features and fill her with a radiant glow. God he missed seeing that.

Time flew by and they were both surprised when the ship hit the dock, ending their date.

Even so, the couple continued to spend the night together, even asking the chauffeur to drop them off early so they could walk along the beach and back to their house.

He was different tonight. Victoria had spent years living with an egotistical, proud, power driven and lustful man who she had grown to despise. Yet tonight she saw someone else, and it awoke a fiery inferno within her, burning for him. It wasn't that he had changed, but it was almost like he was the same man she had first met in the art gallery. The man who couldn't take her eyes off her and stumbled over his words as he purchased the fake de kooning. Victoria missed that man.

"Victoria?"

Victoria startled as she broke out of the distant memories. She turned to Conrad who was looking at her, a hint of concern softening his eyes.

"Sorry, I was just thinking," Victoria replied, casting him a small smile.

An amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Thinking?"

"Yes," Victoria replied, meeting his eyes. "About tonight. I admit I was rather hesitant about going. If I recall you were never one for planning such spontaneous surprises".

A small chuckle rose in his throat as he recalled the spontaneous, disasterous fifth date he took Victoria on: a romantic picnic at the park. Unfortunately for Conrad he hadn't predicted the upcoming hail and storm or the army of ants that tried to raid their food. Nonetheless, Victoria was taken back at his sweet gesture and simply laughed it off, suggesting that they find a cozy coffee shop and spend the rest of the evening there.

"Well it had been twenty-five years Victoria, I do believe I deserve some credit".

Conrad watched the way her eyes sparkled in amusement, her chocolate brown eyes captivating him. More than anything he wished he could pause time and live in this moment forever. Tonight, Conrad felt himself fall in love with Victoria Grayson all over again.

When the two discussed their past days together and the happy moments they shared, he saw his wife light up with joy, something he hadn't seen in days. She looked at him not with detest or disgust but with fondness, as if she missed him just as much as he missed her. Although Conrad suspected it was just his heart getting his hopes up.

"Do you hear that?"

Conrad followed her eyes and saw another magnificent beach house. Its lights were still on and soft music drifted from the open windows.

"That's the third time this week that I've heard it," Victoria commented quietly. "It almost seems like the univerise is trying to tell us something," she added playfully, her eyes flickering to his.

Although her response was added jokingly a part of him truly believed that. It was almost like tonight was his final chance and the univerise were signaling for him to take it. This song always had the power to bring back memories of his marriage with Victoria and with it, heart-wrenching pain. Yet when he met her eyes tonight, the song brought nothing but promises of a new beginning with his wife, and he would take this chance.

"How about a dance Victoria?"

Victoria's eyebrows raised in disbelief. "What?"

"Well, if I recall you've denied me two dances this week. I do believe you owe me this one," he finished, a playful glint in his eye.

Victoria stifled an incredulous laugh as she arched an eyebrow. "Oh really? Well I hate to disappoint you Conrad but I don't believe I owe you anything," Victoria shook her head with wonder and stared at him with disbelief. "Really Conrad, where on earth is this coming from?"

Conrad took a step forward, an amused smile tracing his lips. "It's simply coming from my desires to have one last dance with you tonight, even if it's a short one. And truthfully, I couldn't think of a better way to end this stunning night".

Victoria still wasn't convinced though, yet when she met his warm eyes she slowly understood. After all this time, he still cared for her. There was no ulterior motive or despicable intention behind his actions tonight, just the desire to make her happy, and his earlier request was the same. He wanted to dance with her because he genuinely wanted to share one more moment with her.

"Very well then Conrad," Victoria finally responded, accepting his hand. "Although I can't say that I'm dressed for the occasion, I'm bound to fall over in seconds".

The matriarch glanced at her Prada, summer wedges, calculating her high risks of tripping.

Conrad followed her gaze, almost chuckling at the thought of Victoria tripping over in the sand. "Then my dear, I look forward to catching you".

Victoria's lips melted into a smile at his words and she rested her hand on his shoulder, truly speechless. Conrad rested his hand on her waist as he led her into the dance.

"This is ludicrous," Victoria muttered as they swayed together.

"Ludicrous?" Conrad questioned with raised eyebrows.

Victoria laughed lightly. "Me, dancing on the beach to the neighbor's music in high hells. I can't say that I've done this before," Victoria paused, casting a brief glance towards their manor. "No doubt Ashley will be wondering about our whereabouts, after all it must be nearly ten o'clock. Weren't you supposed to be meeting her tonight?"

"Well we pay her enough, I'm sure she can wait while I spend one last moment with my wife tonight".

Victoria's heart melted as she twirled out and back into his arms.

Conrad couldn't take his eyes off her; her very sight took his breath away. Her coffee coloured eyes were mesmerizing and he felt himself lost in her captivating gaze. They always had a strange power over him and with every glance he felt his heart quicken and throat thicken with desire. Every so often Conrad would tear his eyes away from the depths of her dark orbs and his eyes would trail down her smooth, vanilla skin and linger on her cherry red lips. A sudden desire to kiss those very lips took over him and Conrad tried unsuccessfully to tear his eyes away from her.

"Conrad?"

Conrad blinked and met her questioning gaze.

Victoria laughed lightly at his stunned expression. "You're staring".

He raised an eyebrow at her comment. "Well I can't help it," he responded, his eyes mesmerized on hers. "You look beautiful tonight".

Victoria's heart melted like hot butter for the third time that night. His words touched her heart and stirred the fire within her, leaving her speechless.

"Victoria, are you alright?"

"Yes," Victoria replied softly.

Her eyes searched his icy blue depths as she shook her head incredulously. "It's just…. you're just so different tonight," she murmured.

A small frown pinched Conrad's eyebrows. "Different?"

Victoria cocked her head to the side, her eyes studying his. "Yes…" her voice trailed off.

The music slowly came to an end and Victoria blinked, breaking eye contact with him. She released his hand and dropped her hands to her side.

"I-" Victoria began to try and explain what she meant but she struggled to find the right words. She shook her head. "I can't quite explain it," she finished instead.

An amused sparkle touched Conrad's eye. "No, tell me".

A tinkling laugh rose in her throat and she shook her head again as she raked her mind for an answer. "Well," she began, meeting his striking eyes. "Tonight you were sweet…and kind," her eyes searched his, almost lost in his icy depths. "And I hardly believed it but…romantic…".

Conrad tucked a fallen ebony curl behind her ear, wanting her to continue. When he received none he reached for her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. Victoria's eyes rounded and flickered down to her hand. Conrad raised her hand and brushed her knuckles against his lips, releasing an audible gasp from her lips. Slowly he unfolded his fingers and placed feathery, light kisses along her fingertips, brushing the palm of her hand down his jaw.

Victoria's eyes fluttered as her heart skipped a beat. "Conrad," she breathed.

"W-what are you doing?"

Conrad released her hand and took a deep breath as he prepared what he was going to say. Yet when he met her eyes his rehearsed speech evaporated. And when Conrad spoke, the words seemed to roll of his tongue almost instinctively, as if they were on his tongue the entire time, waiting to be said.

"These past few days I've wanted to tell you something," Conrad began, his eyes lingering on hers. "I just never got the chance. But tonight when I saw you, I couldn't help but think about our past and how much I've missed you. And these past few days I've felt something stir inside everytime I see you".

A small frown furrowed Victoria's eyebrows and she tilted her head to the side. "Conrad, I-I don't understand. What are you trying to say?"

Conrad repressed a heavy sigh as he tried to collect his words together. How could he explain the passionate desire that stirred within him everytime he looked at her? The flaring flames that burned for her? How could he describe the heart pounding, stomach flipping and erratic, uncontrollable and powerful sensations that consumed him everytime he was with her?

"What I'm trying to say is that my feelings for you have never changed".

A thick silence grew in the air like the coming, winter fog, lingering between them.

"What?"

The words slipped from Victoria's lips, breaking the silence. She knew she should say so much more, but frankly they were the only words she could muster in her stunned state. She was sure she was dreaming. Her eyes searched his, looking for an answer for his unexpected and unbelievable confession, but she found nothing but sincerity.

"Victoria, I have never stopped loving you".

Her surroundings around her blurred and the nightly whispers grew silent; it was as if time had stopped and they were the only two people on earth that night.

Her heart fluttered like a crisp leaf, fluttering and spiralling as it fell from an autumn tree. His last words ignited the crackling fire and stirred the desire deep within her.

Conrad swallowed, the silence slowly torturing him. "Victoria, are you-"

Victoria leaned up on the tips of her toes and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, silencing his last words. Conrad's eyes widened as he recovered from the shock, his lips responding with equal passion. His hand curled around the back of her neck as he pulled her in closer, her fingers finding the front material of his shirt.

His kisses seemed to burst the fiery inferno within her, spreading blazing warmth throughout her. It reached her heart and crackled across her skin like electrical eels swimming up her arms.

He felt her heart gallop against his chest as his hands slid down her sides and rested on her waist. Her arms entangled around his neck as her soft lips moulded onto his. Victoria found herself melting into his embrace. Soon they both fought their lungs crying for oxygen and Victoria drew back, breathless.

"What was that?" Conrad asked, still recovering from the shock.

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she toyed with the material of his shirt, her eyes flickering down. "Well, I assumed we were being spontaneous tonight?"

"Indeed, we are".

And Conrad closed the space between them, seizing her lips in another intoxicating kiss.

A smile graced her lips as she returned his kiss. She barely felt the water droplets lightly sprinkling her skin. Victoria briefly opened her eyes and cast a glance towards the sky; it was starting to rain. Reluctantly she drew back, her lower lip grazing his as she savoured his last taste.

"It's raining," she commented softly.

Conrad followed her eyes towards the grey clouds that were gathering nearby. A clap of thunder rolled by, followed by a streak of lightning that whipped across the ocean.

"We should head back".

Victoria nodded just as another roar of thunder shook the sea. Quickly Conrad took Victoria's hand and the couple raced up the sandy hill as the rain grew heavier. Soon giant droplets were pouring down and splattering onto them, drenching them with water.

Victoria couldn't help but laugh lightly at the peculiar looks she and Conrad received from the gardeners as they raced up the stony steps to their front door. She was rather surprised at how giddy she felt, perhaps it was from the three glasses of wine she had downed, but she couldn't help but feel like a high school girl who was sneaking home with her prom date. Conrad swung the door open and the two stepped inside, relieved to be out of the rain.

Victoria's chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. She shivered; her usual, immaculate hair was a mess, tumbling down in dripping, wild curls and her saturated dress clung to her skin. She noticed that Conrad wasn't any better. His usual crisp business suit was drenched and his hair was a dishevelled mess. Although from her view, she couldn't help but admired his new rugged look and the view his saturated shirt gave her of his sculpted chest, and she fought the sudden desire to tear if off him.

When Victoria looked up to comment on their ridiculous situation she found Conrad's eyes on her. Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly lost herself in his ocean blue depths.

They both felt the chemistry burning, thick and flaring between them like a burning inferno.

It wasn't long before Conrad captured her lips and pressed her against the doorway. Victoria moaned when her head hit the doorway and she responded hungrily, his lips tearing through hers. Victoria's fingers soon found his hair and they threaded through hit salt and pepper locks. She pulled him in closer, her body screaming for his touch. A moan stirred in the base of her throat when she felt his fingers slip underneath her dress and up her legs. Victoria wrapped her leg around his waist in response; she wanted him in her now.

The sound of abrupt footsteps stopped the couple. Their heads shot up.

"It's probably one of the maids," Conrad whispered in her ear.

"Or Daniel…" Victoria replied, repressing a moan when she felt Conrad's lips enclosing around the shell of her ear. "Conrad…we can't…here," she managed breathlessly, fearing that her son would catch them.

Victoria managed to push him off her and regain her balance. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips when she noticed his eyes, clouded with lust.

"We should leave, before someone sees us," she said softly, her eyes flickering down his frame.

Conrad opened his mouth to protest as she turned to leave before she paused, her eyes meeting his in an almost demanding stare. "And Conrad, I expect to see you in our room," she finished, her eye batting in a small wink.

Conrad watched her turn on her heel and leave, her hips swaying deliciously. He stood there for a moment, stunned like an animals caught in the forest. His mind swam wildly as he came to terms with what was happening. Victoria…in his room…waiting for him. In a flash Conrad kicked off his shoes and almost stumbled up the steps as he ran after her.

"Conrad!"

Conrad halted at the top of the stairs. Swearing under his breath he turned around to face Ashley.

"Ms Davenport," he said through gritted teeth, struggling to mask the venom that laced his voice.

"Why are you wet?" she asked, slightly horrified. "And where were you? I texted you three times, I thought we were meeting. Jack Porter stopped by and-"

"Actually Ms Davenport," Conrad interrupted her, his eyes briefly glancing at his bedroom door. "Ah, I'm going to have to ask you to reschedule the meeting. I have some business to attend to".

A frown knitted her eyebrows and she tilted her head to the side. "Business? Now?"

Fortunately for Conrad Ashley's phone rang. Conrad almost breathed out a sigh of relief when she retrieved her phone.

"Okay, well shall I let Jack know that you'll see him tomorrow morning then?"

Conrad nodded as he fought to maintain a sense of composure. "Yes, of course".

Ashley passed him one last smile as she answered her phone and made her way downstairs.

As soon as she was out of sight Conrad took off down the hall, almost bursting down the door as he swung it open. His stomach flipped at the enticing sight.

"Really Conrad, I was starting to believe that you weren't coming at all".

Conrad's breath caught in his throat as he made his way over, unable to form any words. Victoria's lips pulled into an amused smirk at his dumbfounded expression.

The thin, laced white slip she wore barely covered the bare minimum. Held by two thin straps it dipped between her breasts and rested halfway down her thighs. Victoria rested back against her wall of pillows seductively, her hair although still partly wet, had been dried and briefly brushed and styled, cascading down her shoulders in thick, dripping waves. Victoria rested on the back of her elbows and curled her legs to the side, the material slipping further up her thighs, attracting Conrad's preying eyes.

She had cleaned herself up from the rain and re-touched her makeup. Her blood red lips were parted with hunger and her dark, doe eyes locked onto his, eyeing him like a cat that got her cream.

Slipping off the bed Victoria sauntered over, amused at how quickly Conrad's eyes drifted from her eyes and to her cleavage.

His eyes slid down her frame, drinking in her vanilla skin, voluptuous curves and slender legs.

"I grew tired of waiting for you," she began as she made her way towards him. "So I thought I'd dry myself from the rain and slip into something more…suitable," she finished, her voice dropping an octave as she stood before him. Victoria rested her hand on her waist and arched an eyebrow. "What do you think?" her voice slipped out in a purr.

Conrad repressed a groan at the tantalising sight, his throat thickening with desire.

"I think," he began huskily, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her towards him. "That you're wearing far too much".

Victoria laughed as he brushed his lips against hers, letting herself melt into his embrace. Her arms snaked around his neck and pulled him in closer, her thigh pressing against his.

"I…want…you…now," Victoria murmured breathlessly between heated kisses.

An amused smile touched Conrad's lips at her sudden eagerness.

Victoria rolled her teeth over his lower lip and nibbled it teasingly, her lips sucking it raw. Her kisses soon grew demanding as her hot tongue slipped into his lips, intertwining with his in a passionate dance.

Her taste was intoxicating and always left him wanting more. Conrad's fingers wasted no time in sneaking underneath the silk material before they roamed her skin. Waves of shivers ran up her spine when she felt his fingers sculpt the curves of her bare hips and bottom. Victoria groaned in his mouth, and it took all the strength she had to repress the sudden urge to wrap her legs around him and beg him to take her now.

His lips dragged away from her lips and moved down to her jaw. They peppered a trail of kisses down her neck, eliciting a moan from the base of her throat. Victoria tilted her head back to grant him more access, his lips stirring another moan as she felt his teeth graze her sensitive skin.

Victoria's knees shook with desire, her body crying out for him. Conrad smirked into her skin and briefly stopped the sweet torture. He stepped behind her and his hands encircled around the curve of her waist, pulling her body towards his. Dipping his head down he pressed his lips to the side of her jaw and trailed another path of kisses along her skin and to the back curve of her neck. Victoria moaned breathlessly, her hands finding his fingers and guiding them up to the straps of her dress.

Tiny goose bumps formed on her skin as he agonisingly pulled the straps down, his lips following the strap down her shoulder. He soon slid the material down and it fell into a silky pool around her.

Victoria turned around to face him, amused at his lustrous eyes that raked her figure.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, his eyes devouring her.

Victoria's heart melted like a dripping candle. Quickly she stepped over her gown and yanked his collar, capturing his lips in another passionate kiss. Stepping backwards she led him to the bed and fell onto the mattress, pulling him down with her.

Victoria quickly moved backwards to the middle of the mattress as he crawled on top of her, seizing her lips in another tender kiss. His lips soon ventured down her jaw and to her neck, eliciting another moan from her lips. Victoria tilted her neck back to grant him more access, although they didn't stay there for long. Conrad's lips soon trailed down the cleft of her breasts as his hands slid up her sides and to her back. They soon found the clasps of her bra and, mentally swearing at his clumsy fingers, Conrad finally unhooked them. Victoria huffed impatiently as she helped him free her from her bra. Tossing the material aside Conrad dipped his head down and enclosed his lips around her breast, releasing another erotic moan from her lips. Victoria arched her back as his lips retraced the sensitive spots he knew all too well, knowing it drove her wild. Victoria's fingers twisted the bed sheets as she felt his tongue trace the curve of her breast. Her fingers clenched onto the bed sheets as she moaned again, mentally cursing herself for giving in so easily.

Conrad smirked and he knew he had to stop his torture soon. His lips ventured down to her trembling abdomen as his hands slid up her thighs, reaching for her lace panties. Victoria couldn't take it any longer. As soon as he slid the material off she rolled over and flipped him onto his back, taking him by surprise.

A devious smirked pulled at her lips at his stunned expression. Wasting no time Victoria locked his thighs between hers as her fingers hurriedly went for his buttons, almost ripping his shirt with anticipation before she finally got the material off. Victoria's eyes devoured his chest as her fingers roamed his torso.

"Well Conrad, it seems that you've been spending your new free time well. I see you've returned to the gym".

Conrad leaned up on his elbows and captured her lips in response, slipping his tongue in and relishing in her intoxicating taste. Victoria smirked into his lips and slowly drew back, causing a look of shock to wash his features.

Quickly her fingers reached his belt. She fumbled with the latch before she managed to strip off his pants. Conrad's eyes locked onto hers, a shiver rippling up his spine when he saw the fire blazing in her eyes.

Victoria's fingers toyed with the waistband of his underwear for a few moments before her hand delved inside. Conrad groaned as she leisurely stroked him, teasing him in a slow torture. Finally she released him and freed him of his cotton confinements, discarding the material with the rest of their clothes.

Straddling his hips Victoria dipped her head down and placed one last, tender kiss to his lips. Then slowly she lowered herself down before she sunk into him. A long awaiting groan escaped his lips as Victoria slowly moved against him, already feeling her body react to his. Conrad's hands encircled around the curve of her hips as he arched his back to meet her thrusts, confessing his love for her once more in an erotic groan. Victoria tilted her head back as she cried out his name.

They both came together, spilling their passion and elation into each other. Victoria rode him for a few more moments before she climbed off him and rolled over to the side. Her chest rose and fell as she steadied her breathing.

Conrad rolled over to his side as he slowly caught his breath, amazed at her dark beauty.

"Well," Victoria began as her breath returned. "That was…."

"Incredible?"

Victoria laughed as she rolled over to the side. She studied her husband through her gleaming eyes. "Yes…incredible. It appears that I underestimated you Conrad, I take back what I said last week" she replied. "You certainly made me cry…and so much more".

Conrad chuckled, an amused glint in his eye. "Oh but my dear, we're just getting started".

And he swiftly rolled on top of her, capturing her lips in another kiss.

They spent the night reacquainting themselves with each other's body, retracing familiar spots with tender kisses and exploring new paths with gentle touches.

Conrad awoke something within her that night; feelings that Victoria had longed thought had died with David Clarke. It seemed to fill the gaping void that had been tearing at her blackened heart for years.

Unlike so many nights before, this night was not just simple sex. Conrad had looked upon her eyes, eyes free from the ghosts of David's past and instead, filled with adoration. Victoria had responded to him with equal passion, not because she was his wife and needed to, and not because she wanted to please him, but because she herself truly wanted to.

No…it wasn't just simple sex or a night of satisfying their own lustful needs, like they had done time and time before. That night, Victoria and Conrad made love.

Helen Crowey winded up the tinted windows of the moving limousine, casting a brief glance outside from her dark shades. She returned her attention back to a recording that played on a small, rectangular device in her hand. Helen took off her glasses and studied the video closely. Confusion and intrigue passed her features.

Helen's iPhone buzzed to life and she reached across the leather seat and picked up the phone. Her eyes never left the video as she took the call.

"Yes," her cool voice answered. "I'm watching it now".

Helen's eyes widened with shock and a hint of horror at the next part of the recording, but only briefly. She blinked and grimaced slightly as she tore her eyes away from the video, placing the device back down next to her.

"Yes, it is interesting…very interesting," Her voice trailed off as she listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, but her mind was somewhere else.

"So, shall we move the plan forward then?"

Her eyes drifted to the tinted windows as an idea slowly formed in her head.

"No," she whispered as her plan slowly sunk in.

Helen picked up the device and looked at the video again. Her eyes narrowed maliciously as a conniving smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Halt the plan. I have an idea".

Helen hung up the phone and dropped it into her handbag. She glanced once more at the video before she turned the device off, knowing that she couldn't watch anymore. Besides, she had all the information she needed to know. One last thought passed her mind as the vehicle came to a stop.

Who would have thought that after all this time and everything that had happened, Conrad and Victoria were giving their relationship one last chance?

A cruel smile traced her lips as she exited the car.

Much to their misfortunate…


Ohhh I do love a good cliffhanger. I assume you all figured out what the video clip was? How did she get it? Why is she so interested in Conrad and Victoria's sex life? What is her plan? Remember the summary...'entangling them both in a dangerous liaison'...

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