The Gulf mansion was too quiet when I stepped in.
Not a single echo of footsteps. No even the faint voices of the staff. Just thick silence.
Christian was still not taking my calls. He'd ignored every desperate message I sent, every voicemail I poured my heart Into.
I'd gone straight to the office the second I landed. But he wasn't there.
Vera told me he was out of the building, but I didn't believe her. I thought she was lying. Like she always did.
So I'd made a scene. A ridiculous, embarrassing scene, pushing past staff and barging into offices like a madwoman on a spree.
I stormed through conference rooms, threw open boardroom doors, looking like someone in the middle of a psychotic break.
My cheeks burned at the memory.
Now I was home. And I could tell he wasn't here either.
Where the hell was he?
"Elizabeth!" I called the second I spotted her, my voice breathless and sharp with urgency. "Where's Christian?"
