Mary’s POV
Adrenaline was still surging violently through my veins. Standing in the middle of the Kingsley Grand Ballroom in this blood-red gown, I could feel the thousands of admiring, envious stares piercing me from every corner of the room. Karma had finally struck. Henry and Scarlett’s egos were completely shattered, and everyone had just witnessed the campus Queen Bee screaming through her tears as she dumped him in front of the elite crowd. Yet, out of everything that happened tonight, nothing was more intoxicating than the man whose arm was currently wrapped possessively around my waist.
"Are you satisfied seeing that bastard's expression, Princess?" Ryder whispered, his warm breath brushing against my ear.
I turned to him, a cold, calculating smile playing on my lips. "Not yet.
