Liora's POV
I turned to see Lucas, standing behind me. He had a smirk on his face and his both hands were in his pockets as his mocking eyes glared at me with cruel amusement. "Surprised?" he asked, his voice low and taunting, as he took a step closer, his breath brushing against my ear. "I told you, didn't I? I warned you to stop throwing yourself at them, but you wouldn't listen. And now look at you, pathetic, humiliated, cast aside like garbage."
His words sliced through me, each jab he said sent a shiver running down my spine in rage. My chest tightened, as I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to scream. The celebration around us was still ongoing and everyone's attention was focused on them and despite the chaotic environment, it all faded into a dull hum as Lucas's mocking gaze pinned me in place.
