Velvet’s POV

The moment Harry walked out of my room, I felt a cold, unsettled feeling forming deep in my stomach.

His expression, the stiffness in his voice, the way he avoided my eyes… everything about him felt off.

Too off.

I sat on the edge of my bed, fingers trembling around my phone as I stared at the screen again, thirty missed calls from Dad, several unread messages, and then the one thing I could never unsee.

The video.

My body twisted with shame, fear, and anger. My throat tightened until I could hardly swallow. My cheeks burned with humiliation just thinking about it.

And the worst part?

Dad’s...