Chapter 59
Nicolas POV
I sat alone in my study, the silence unbearable. My phone lay on the desk, useless-a dead piece of metal since my father had stripped me of every number, every card, every means of reaching Flora.
I had tried everything. Calling from burners, sneaking into the offices, even attempting to bribe clerks at the travel bureau. Nothing worked. My father's grip was absolute, suffocating, and the walls of the Royals Pack estate felt less like home and more like a gilded prison. Even my best friend Elliot couldn't cheer me up.
Weeks without hearing Flora's voice gnawed at me. Every night I saw her in my dreams, her lips pressed against mine as they had been in those photos. The photos that had ruined everything.
I cursed under my breath, fists slamming the desk hard enou
