*Aryanna*
Darren’s frown grew, his gaze shifting to the security guards at the edge of the room. “Get her out of here,” he ordered with a final bite. Lisa struggled, twisting as the guards approached, but Darren didn’t flinch. His cold stare pinned her, dismissing her with the briefest flick of his gaze.
Her father, Jerome, jumped up, his face stricken. “Darren, please—she’s my daughter,” he begged, a hand raised in desperation. “She’s made mistakes, but we don’t need to make a scene. Not here.”
Darren’s grip on my arm tightened. “Jerome,” he said. His voice was almost a growl. “I’ve given her plenty of chances. She crossed the line, and she needs to face the consequences. I won’t let her turn this engagement into a circus.”
Jerome stood frozen, torn between Lisa and what was happening, as the guards took Lisa by the arms and led her, still struggling, out the door. Her voice echoed down the hall, furious and bitter, until the doors swung shut behind her, sealing the room.