CHAPTER 239

ARIA’S POV

Her command is a final, frantic attempt to shut down the confrontation, to force us out and reclaim some semblance of order. The urgency in her voice underscores her fear, and her fiancé’s growing unease suggests that their façade of perfection is crumbling. The scene is a maelstrom of emotions—anger, betrayal, and desperation—each participant caught in a web of deceit and recrimination.

I seize the moment, my voice cutting through the chaos. My words are calm but firm, a clear challenge. Lydia’s eyes flash with rage, but there’s a hint of fear beneath her anger. She knows she’s cornered, and the realization is written all over her face.

“Ethan isn’t finished.”

I laugh coldly, my voice cutting through the heavy tension like a blade. I say, my tone icy and unyielding.

I ask Lydia if she’s scared, and her eyes lock onto mine, filled with a murderous fury. But my stare is colder, unwavering. Lydia quickly looks away, her bravado crumbling under the weight of my gaze.

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