Rhett’s POV
Sebastian never even had the chance to rush at me.
I didn’t need to lift a finger.
I merely cast a faint glance at his father, Mr. Duval, and he reacted at once, quick-eyed and quick-handed, stopping his son in time.
A sharp slap rang out.
“You ungrateful brat!” he roared. “Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough?”
I didn’t turn around. I simply held Aria steadily in my arms. Her face was still buried in my chest, her breathing uneven, the tips of her ears flushed red.
Sebastian clenched his fists, his eyes reddening, his voice thick with resentment and fury. “Dad, Rhett stole my fiancée!”
The corner of my lips curved into a barely perceptible sneer.
“What do you mean your fiancée!” Mr. Duval nearly ground the words out through his teeth. “Aria accepted Mr. Callahan’s
