This isn’t over

Arisha flinched, but she forced a nod, her lips quivering as she tried to maintain her composure. “I—” she began, but her voice was shaky, her fear evident.

Ivan’s eyes locked onto Charles, his fists clenching at his sides. “If you think I’m just going to stand aside, you’re wrong,” he said, his voice low, the promise of retaliation threading every word. “This isn’t over.”

Charles arched an eyebrow, amusement flashing in his eyes. “Is that a threat, Ivan?” he asked, his voice taunting. “Or are you just making empty promises again?”

Ivan’s gaze burned. “A warning,” he said. “I’m not walking away.” He stepped forward, his eyes hard, showing he wasn’t backing down. “You can call her your fiancée all you want, but I know what’s been done to her, and I’ll find out the truth.”

Charles’s expression darkened, and he straightened, squaring his shoulders. “You’ve had your chance,” he said, his voice dropping to a chilling tone. “Take your leave now, or I’ll have you escorted out.” He gestured,