Arshe stormed back to his car, his mind a whirlwind of anger and humiliation.
The rejection he had just faced from Tahra played on repeat in his mind, each word stoking the fire of his fury. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles white as he yanked the car door open and slammed it shut behind him.
Without a second thought, he revved the engine and tore down the road, the tires screeching in protest as he sped toward his mansion.
The drive was a blur, his vision narrowed to the road ahead, barely noticing the world outside his car. All he could think about was how Tahra had dared to reject him—how she had chosen Zane over him. It was an insult he couldn't bear, one that festered in his mind, growing darker with each passing second.
