Victoria stood frozen for a moment, her breath caught somewhere between fury and disbelief. Her face burned—not from embarrassment, but from the sheer audacity of it all.
That bastard.
Damien had just dismantled her in front of everyone. Again.
He didn't just win the argument—he erased it. Made her look small.
And the worst part?
It wasn't just the words.
It was the way he said them. Calm. Cold. With that infuriating tone like none of it mattered.
Like she didn't matter.
He hadn't raised his voice once. Hadn't flinched. Hadn't even tried to make it into a scene.
He just spoke. And it worked.
'Why… can't I win against him?'
She sat at her desk now, posture perfect, chin tilted upward, eyes locked on the front of the classroom like she was focused—
But she wasn't.
Her mind was still burning from his words.
Attention whore.
Pray to something higher.
Try giving your life some meaning.
Each line circled back through her head like splinters.
She clenched her jaw.
