Chapter 122. Veil of Uncertainty

Collins’ POV

My hands tighten into fists as I step closer, rage surging through my veins like fire.

“What right do you have?” My voice is razor-sharp, cutting through the air as I glare at Cynthia. “What gives you the damn right to do this to Aria?”

She flinches but recovers fast, lifting her chin like she’s untouchable. But she isn’t—not today.

I lunge before I can stop myself, my fingers wrapping around her throat, squeezing. Hard. She gasps, her nails clawing at my hand, desperate for breath. But I don’t let go. Not yet.

“You ruined her,” I growl, my grip tightening. “Destroyed her business, humiliated her—why, Cynthia? Why the hell would you do that?”

Her eyes widen, panic flashing across her face as she struggles, her legs kicking against the floo