"Don't flatter yourself," Daniel said with a cold snort, his voice dripping with disdain and indifference.
His gaze was sharp and unyielding, like frost cutting straight through Natalie, void of even a hint of warmth.
His jaw tightened, the muscles in his face twitching slightly with suppressed anger.
"Natalie, do you think this will make me give in? What a joke!" Daniel's voice dropped lower, each word laced with venom as if every syllable was an accusation aimed at her.
"Let me make one thing clear," he continued. "When I say something, I mean it. Everything you've done to me—I'll pay you back tenfold." His eyes flared with determination, the fire of revenge blazing within them. "It won't be long before you're the one begging me for forgiveness."
Daniel's confidence filled the room,
