"Don't bother calling me. Don't text me. Don't show up near Aurora again, either of you. Otherwise, this video will reach your parents and your real fiancé."
He turned and walked out of the room without another glance.
Diana stood there trembling, her hands balled into fists.
"He'll regret this," she hissed. "He'll regret throwing me away."
Aiden didn't respond. He just sat back on the bed, the thrill of the moment gone, a cold pit forming in his stomach.
Meanwhile, Spencer walked down the stairs with that same dangerous calm. The maids bowed low, not daring to meet his eyes.
.......................................
The evening sunlight poured through the tall arched windows of the engagement venue, casting golden streaks along the marble floors.
Aurora stepped out of the car, dressed in a sleek, midnight-blue dress that clung to her frame in all the right ways.
A thin black veil covered the upper half of her face, lending her an air of mystery and elegance.
