Isla POV

"Well," I said, my voice calm, almost amused. "I guess this engagement party is officially canceled."

The words hung in the air like a verdict. Ronan's head snapped up, his face draining of color.

He stumbled toward me, arms outstretched, ready to beg, to gaslight, to manipulate his way back into control but my father stepped between us, his body a solid wall of defense.

"Don't you dare come near my daughter," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

My mother finally broke free from her shock. "You raised your hand against your own flesh and blood for her?" She gestured at me like I was dirt beneath...