"What the HELL did you say?" Mr Powell's face was now in rage more than it had ever been before. The vein on his forehead throbbed as if it were alive. His fists clenched with a disgusted scowl on his face.
"I am warning you, Stella, I am not going to listen to any more of your nonsense." He was holding himself back, still sitting down on his chair, his fingers dug into his palm, trying to keep his posture.
"I am not lying, Father... please... I will do anything, just don't force me to be with Leo. I like Hani—"
Suddenly, Mr Powell stood up, pulling Stella's collar into his hand with his magic, and a slap echoed in the room.
Stella hung from her father's grip, dumbfounded. She was stunned. She did not even feel the initial pain of it.
Gradually, tears welled as her cheek throbbed, each pulse resounding through her body. It burned as she bit her lip, refusing to let out a single sob.
