Chapter eighty

DAVINA’S POV

I stormed out of my hotel room, my heart racing with anger and frustration. I couldn't believe Raiden had tried to ruin our stay in Dubai. I felt so naive for thinking he had changed and that we could be friends.

As I marched down the hallway towards the elevator, I tried to gather my thoughts and calm myself down. But the closer I got to the elevator, the angrier I became. I didn't care if Raiden was the hotel owner, I was going to confront him and let him know how I felt.

When I reached the lobby, I saw Raiden sitting in one of the plush armchairs by the fireplace, scrolling through his phone. My anger boiled over, and I marched straight up to him.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I demanded, my voice echoing through the lobby.

Raiden looked up at me, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. "What are you talking about?" he asked, putting his phone down on the table next to him.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," I snapped. "Trying to sabotage our stay a