Ella’s POV
Luciano was dragged away by the police, his earlier arrogance stripped down to nothing but a hollow, panicked shell. Ethan walked beside them, shoulders straight despite the devastation written all over his face. He didn’t look back. Not once. He didn’t need to. Tonight wasn’t about revenge—it was about truth finally clawing its way into the light.
As the doors slammed shut behind them, the grand hall was left in a strange aftermath.
Chaos lingered like smoke after a fire.
The stage—once pristine, polished, and elegant—looked like a battlefield. Soda bottles rolled lazily across the floor. Program booklets lay torn and trampled. A half-eaten apple rested near the edge of the platform, its flesh already browning. And there, near my feet, something caught the light.
A diamond
