I couldn’t stop shaking with rage.
The red Ferrari roared through the city streets as I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. That cheap little b***h had thrown my money in my face. In my face! And Asher… Asher had defended her. He had warned me—actually warned me—to stay away from her.
Me. His fiancée.
The humiliation burned hotter than anything I had ever felt. I had never been rejected like this. Never been pushed aside for some nobody from the slums.
By the time I reached the Voss family estate, my blood was boiling. I stormed into my private sitting room and slammed the door so hard a painting rattled on the wall.
Nylah was already there, lounging on the sofa with her phone. She looked up, eyebrows raised. “What happened to you?”
“That girl,” I spat. “T
