Third Person POV
Eric had finally dragged himself back to work after a week lost in darkness—drugs, alcohol, and those stupid, empty parties. Sober now, but Elena… She haunted him like a ghost. Every sharp word she’d thrown at him, when she’d refused his help, when she’d said she didn’t love him anymore…it all replayed in his head. And then that bombshell hit him: she wasn’t just some commoner. She was noble. Frostpine Princess. Who the hell would have thought it? All this time, he’d treated her like a weakling. Not truly deserving. And she… she’d preferred Philip of all people. f*****g hell. He wouldn’t let that happen. Philip couldn’t take what was his. No way.
He tightened his jaw and swiped the screen on his tablet. There she was…Elena. That damn video blowing up the internet.
