Damien’s POV
I walked back and forth across the living room, unable to sit still.
It was already 2:30 a.m.
I had searched for Vivian the entire night, but I still couldn’t find her. Marcus, the police, and my men were still out looking for her.
Her phone was switched off.
I stared at my phone again.
I had called her so many times that I had lost count.
Every call went straight to voicemail.
Vivian never switched off her phone without telling me.
Something was wrong.
I knew it.
I just didn’t know how bad it was.
I stopped walking and looked toward the entrance.
She had left the party saying she was going to the bathroom.
That was the last time I saw her.
I should have followed her.
I should never have let her walk out alone.
I pulled a hand over my face.
“No,” I whispered
