"What?" he asked, unable to believe what he had just heard.

"Did you see the mole above her pussy?" I asked calmly.

The words landed like a slap. Fabian froze, his face going from red to pale in an instant. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out at first. The two goons behind me shifted uncomfortably, clearly caught off guard by the intimate, vulgar detail.

"Yeah... a cute little beauty mark, right above her clit. I kissed it the day I took her virginity," I said with a smug smile.

Fabian’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his entire body shaking with barely contained fury.

The public humiliation, combined with this deeply personal revelation, was breaking him in real time. His goons glanced at each other, unsure whether to step in or wait for orders.

"You... you’re lying," he finally hissed, but his voice lacked conviction. The look in his eyes told me he knew I was telling the truth.

"She came so hard, moaning my name while I fucked her raw in our principal’s office," I said, my voice calm and dominating, each word dripping with deliberate cruelty. "You don’t know how tight she was when I stretched her open for the first time."

The words hit him like a gut punch. Fabian’s eyes widened, his face turning a deep shade of red as the humiliation sank in. For a second, he looked like he might actually break down in front of me.

Then, in a fit of rage, he threw another punch, this time aimed at my face again.

The blow was weak. His fist connected with my cheek, but there was no real power behind it. It barely stung compared to the first one. I didn’t even flinch.

I just smiled wider, blood still dripping from my split lip. "No wonder why she chose me and dumped your sorry ass," I laughed, my voice low and mocking. "You’re just a weak bitch who can only play pretend tough with your paid goons and beat someone with their hands tied. She saw right through your small dick energy. Hahahaha."

"You motherfucker!" Fabian yelled, lunging straight at me, his face contorted with pure rage. But then he stopped himself mid-step, breathing heavily, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

I had hit his ego right where it hurt the most, his pride, his manhood, and the illusion that Aria had ever truly belonged to him.

He stood there for a long second, trembling with fury, before finally spitting out the order to his goons.

"Release him."

The two bodyguards immediately let go of my arms, stepping back with reluctant obedience.

"You think I need them to beat you?" he snarled, stepping forward aggressively. "I’ll show you who I am!"

He threw another wild punch at my face, this time relying on his own strength.

I caught his fist mid-air with my left hand, stopping it cold. For a split second, shock flashed across his face. Then I drove my right fist hard across his jaw with a sharp, powerful hook.

The punch connected cleanly. Fabian’s head snapped to the side with a loud crack, and he stumbled back, nearly losing his balance. Blood immediately started dripping from his split lower lip, staining his crisp white shirt.

"Sir!" one of his bodyguards stepped forward, ready to intervene, but Fabian raised his hand sharply.

"No," he growled, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. He straightened up, breathing heavily, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity even as his ego crumbled.

I stepped closer, towering over him with a cold smile. "Do you think you could beat me without your little support team, huh?" I asked, grabbing a fistful of his perfectly styled hair and yanking his head back roughly. "Without your paid dogs holding me down?"

Before he could respond, I punched him again, harder this time. The blow landed square on his cheek, sending him stumbling backward.

He lost his footing completely and fell hard onto the grass, landing on his back with a dull thud.

As he fell, his shoulder knocked against one of the decorative marble statues in the garden. The heavy piece wobbled for a second before crashing to the ground with a loud, echoing crack that shattered the quiet of the night.

Inside the main hall, the murmurs of conversation suddenly died down. Guests started turning toward the windows, peering out into the dimly lit garden to see what had caused the commotion. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

A few people even opened the tall glass doors, stepping onto the terrace with curious and concerned expressions.

Fabian lay on the ground for a moment, breathing heavily, blood trickling from his mouth and a fresh bruise already forming on his cheek. His two bodyguards stood frozen, unsure whether to help him up or wait for orders.

I walked over to Fabian slowly, my footsteps deliberate on the manicured grass. He was still on the ground, trying to push himself up, but I didn’t give him the chance.

I dropped down, straddling his waist and pinning him beneath me with my weight. Before he could react, I started punching him, hard, controlled blows that landed with sickening thuds against his face and jaw.

"Say it now, bitch," I growled, my voice low and venomous as I rained down another punch. "You think you’re some big shot? You still think you deserve Aria?"

Each hit landed heavier than the last. His head snapped side to side, blood spraying from his split lip and nose.

More guests had started pouring out onto the terrace and into the garden, drawn by the commotion. Elegant women in designer gowns gasped and covered their mouths with their hands, their eyes wide with shock.

Men in tailored suits whispered urgently to each other, some looking excited by the scandal, others visibly uncomfortable. The once-civilized royal banquet had turned into a spectacle, and I was at the center of it, beating the shit out of Aria’s ex-fiancé in front of everyone.

Fabian’s face was a bloody mess now, his right eye swollen shut, his lip split open, fresh bruises blooming across his cheeks and jaw.

"Alex!" Aria’s voice cut through the night as she came running out of the main hall, her pink dress flowing behind her.

She stopped at the edge of the garden, her eyes widening in shock as she saw me on top of Fabian, my fist raised for another punch.

I paused for a second, my chest heaving, blood dripping from my own split lip as I looked at her.

Aria came running toward me the moment she saw what was happening, her pink dress flowing behind her as she pushed through the small crowd that had gathered.