Rhaella’s POV.

Despite how weak I felt, I couldn't help the quiet smile that tugged at my lips. His arrogance was almost unbelievable; so much so that my shoulders shook faintly with amusement. Then I lifted a finger and pointed toward my dresser.

"My proof is right there.”

Jason followed my finger and his eyes landed on the phone that was still sitting quietly between the skincare bottles. The video was still active but he couldn't see who was on the other side of the call.

For the first time since he arrived, he looked really unsettled now.

“You’re recording me?”

“From the moment you walked into this room,” I...