Brian’s POV
That night during the coronation ceremony, someone took me. I didn’t know where I was, but I knew one thing—I had to escape.
After days of searching for an opportunity, I finally found one. I managed to grab someone’s phone and quickly dialed Olivia’s number.
It rang.
My heart pounded in anticipation.
But no one answered.
I tried again.
This time, a voice came through, but it wasn’t Olivia.
"Hello? Brian? Where are you? Is Olivia with you?"
Liam.
His voice was sharp, urgent.
"What? She’s not there?" I asked, my stomach twisting in fear.
Liam’s silence was enough to confirm my worst fear.
"Listen, Liam," I said, my voice dropping. "There was a threat—Dante. He wanted Olivia. I encountered him before, and Olivia knew about the danger. But she told me your coronation
