Betty's POV

The word “punished” landed like a slap. My face drained of colour, pulse hammering in my throat. He couldn’t mean… Not after last night.

“Ivan...” My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. He leaned down, pressing his finger against my lips.

"Hush butterfly..this isn't the place for arguments ."

I shot him a death glare, he backed away and held the door open for me waiting. The chauffeur stayed silent, eyes fixed ahead like he’d heard nothing.

"Come on, ...