"You dared humiliate Hester like that. Today, you'll pay it back a hundred times over."
So that was what this was about. Scott skipping the wedding to propose to Hester. The rooster. The tainted wine forced to my lips.
All of it—revenge for three months ago.
I drew a slow breath and crushed the fury rising in my chest. When I spoke, my voice was ice.
"You want me to apologize? Neither of you deserves one."
Scott's face went ashen.
"You'll apologize whether you want to or not. And on top of that, you'll pay Hester ten million dollars in emotional damages."
His eyes narrowed to slits.
"Otherwise, you won't make it out of Riverton in one piece."
On cue, several men materialized behind him. Their expressions were lewd, their gazes crawling over my body without an ounce of shame.
He thought I'd crumble. Thought I couldn't produce that kind of money. Thought I'd have no choice but to beg.
What he didn't know was that ten million dollars meant nothing to me. And threats? From him?
Not even close.
A faint smile curved the corner of my mouth.
"Fine. Ten million. I'll pay."
I let the words settle. Then my gaze hardened.