HENRY’S POV
That bastard's words rang in my ears on a loop, drowning out the frantic whispers of the students in the corridor.
Mary Collins is mine now.
My hands clenched into tight fists at my side. Nineteen years. For nineteen years, I was the only man allowed to hold Mary’s hand. I played the perfect prince, painstakingly suppressing all my desires because Richard Collins, her father, was a control freak who watched his daughter's every move. Let alone sleep with her, I had to force myself to keep a respectful distance like a perfect gentleman. f**k.
And now, Ryder Vance suddenly swoops in, wrapping his arm intimately around Mary's waist as if she were his to ruin?
My blood boiled as I stared at Ryder's broad back walking away with Mary. My hatred for that prick wasn't new. We went
