Chapter 109
RIVARA'S POV
The door slammed open so hard it rattled on its hinges, the sharp crack of wood against stone echoing through the chamber like a warning.
I barely had time to react before my parents stormed in, their movements quick, deliberate—like a verdict had already been decided, and I was the one left waiting for sentencing. The air in the room grew thick, suffocating, as if their presence alone could press the breath from my lungs.
My mother was the first to step forward, her dark eyes sharp, scanning my face like she was searching for something—weakness, guilt, the cracks in my composure that she could pry open. But she wouldn’t find any. I made sure of that.
She stood rigid, her elegant robes swaying slightly with her movements, but there was something in the way sh
