My fists clenched so tightly my nails cut into my palms. Rage surged—but I forced it down.
“Fine,” I said quietly. “I’ll go.”
I looked at them one last time, my voice steady, sharp as steel.
“But remember this—every humiliation you poured on me tonight will be returned a hundredfold.”
More laughter followed.
“Payback? Seriously?” someone scoffed.
Celeste clung to Sebastian’s arm, laughing breathlessly. “Arwen, have you been watching too many crime dramas? Talking about revenge like you’re some tragic heroine.”
Sebastian waved his hand dismissively. “Enough theatrics. Get lost. We have a celebration to enjoy.”
I didn’t answer.
I turned and walked away.
Behind me, insults and laughter chased my steps—but they no longer mattered.
Outside the grand hall, beneath the cold city night, I bought a new phone and dialed a familiar number.
“Before the markets open tomorrow,” I said calmly, “I want Sebastian destroyed.”
There was a brief pause.
Then a deep voice replied, steady and absolute.
“Understood, Miss Frost.”
I cut the call and looked up into the darkened sky, a calm, icy smile slowly curving my lips.
Sebastian—you believed you had claimed victory.
Unfortunate for you.
The real battle was only starting.
And since you chose cruelty—
You’ll receive none in return.
