Aria – POV

Immediately I got dressed, I walked to the door, looked at him one more time, snickered loudly before opening it. That smug bastard didn’t even flinch. Just laid there like a broken statue. Serves him right. I hoped his ego stung more than his cheek.

The corridor was eerily quiet. I stepped out, heels clicking softly against the marble. I darted my eyes around, heart hammering like a drum in my chest. My dress clung to me like a second skin and I adjusted the neckline—it felt like everyone could see what almost happened upstairs.

“He almost raped me,” I muttered under my breath. My voice trembled....