It had been two days since the wedding fiasco. Two days of radio silence from the outside world.
While the media was undoubtedly setting itself on fire—speculating about Chloe, Fin, and Kingston Dynasty—we had been tucked away in the safety of the Headinberg estate. Eric had decided to work from home to avoid the press swarming the Kingston Group headquarters. It was a strategic move, but it also meant he was here. All the time.
I walked through the hallway, listening to the low murmur of his voice on conference calls in his study. He had told me earlier that the family was holding off on any major decisions—including legal action against Alex—until Chloe was found.
I was worried sick about her. Every time my phone buzzed, I jumped, hoping it was her. But it never was.
I will not lie,
