Rhea POV
I hadn’t taken much step when a hand grips my wrist tight.
So tight it feels like his fingers are iron locked around my bones.
“And who said you could walk away from everyone?” Kelvin’s voice cuts through the room, harsh and sharp.
I freeze. The pain shoots up my arm immediately. His grip is bruising, digging into my skin like claws, and I feel my pulse choke under his fingers.
“Mr. Kelvin,” I say quietly, keeping my voice steady. “Please let go. You’re hurting me.”
He doesn’t loosen. In fact, he squeezes harder. Why does Kelvin’s hate for me this much? So after everything, this is how low he wants to stoop?
“What do you want?” I ask, my voice tight with pain. “Haven’t I apologized to Miss Sophia? What else do you want from me?”
Kelvin scoffs. “Apologized? You call that no
